Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 06
Day Terrors
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EXCERPT FROM THE CALM
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 subconscious state. Even though I knew dreams of this type were normal for a boy, it still didn’t help ease my mind about it. The whole thing 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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DAY TERRORS
For the next couple of days it continued to rain with the weather a bit on the rough side so we all stayed close to the cabin. Marty’s demeanor had continued to be on the shy and wary side, always remaining cautious and more serious, but I had to admit it was nice having him hanging around. Every once in a while his guard would crack a little and the boy in him would finally come out for a few moments before those walls would once more envelope him in that protective cocoon. It became obvious this was a defense mechanism for the kid.
The two of us did seem to connect and even though he never uttered a word we began to find other ways to communicate. He never revealed much about his past usually shutting down when we attempted to get more information out of him and press him too hard. When we talked to him about going to the hospital once the weather cleared up we could tell the idea frightened him. We didn’t know if it was because he didn’t understand or if it was a fear of hospitals in general. So we made sure to explain things to him in-between our regular discussions so when it came time he wouldn’t be so afraid. It was one of those things which I began to appreciate in the way PopPop had been doing the same thing for me over the years. I could tell this method made things easier all the way around while preparing the shy kid for what he may encounter. In the end I knew it would help him cope with the newness and uncertainties he would need to face in the near future when we took him into town and around other people.
My grandfather knew the local authorities and using the short wave radio was in contact with them on a regular basis, but there weren’t reports of any missing kids that fit his name, age, and description. They even widened their scope of search to the surrounding counties and the entire state while also adding his information into the national data bank of missing children. In addition, they searched the database for any hits of children who may have been abducted years ago, all of which resulted in nothing fitting his name, age, and description. It was frustrating and only added to the mystery surrounding Marty.
When we brought this out to the boy about how we were trying to find where he belongs the wary kid had shut down curling up in a corner. He was a master at hiding his emotions, but even I could see his tiny frame shuttering as if he were panicking. The first time he did this it had caught us by surprise. PopPop told me in private that something was most definitely off, and God forbid, all signs pointed towards him having been either abused in the worst of ways or both mistreated and abducted even though the authorities haven’t been able to piece it together yet.
We were both fearful of the truth, but knew it was important to find out if we wanted to help the boy. PopPop felt that maybe once Marty was examined in the hospital they would be able collect enough medical information to generate some sort of connection either through dental records or DNA matching, but until he had concrete information he wasn’t going to allow the smaller boy to be placed with strangers. For some odd reason it made me feel much better because I knew deep down something was horribly wrong and even though he was very good at hiding it, I also knew Marty was very frightened.
The first day after we woke up Marty looked rested and seemed to be doing much better. He had slept for a long time, which seemed to have done wonders for him with there being no lingering signs from his near hypothermic state the previous day. When I had suggested we get him cleaned up properly the boy had begun to panic, one of the rare times I actually saw his walls break down, so I assured him that even though we were out in the middle of nowhere we at least had a hot shower. This seemed to grab his attention and he calmed down looking at me curiously as if he didn’t even know what that meant.
Shaking my head and chuckling, I had taken him out to the small building. I showed him the small shower room and then took him around to the other side of the small building where the boiler tank was located. I then explained to him how the boiler worked starting a fire and stoking it with wood so the water could get hot. I pointed out the two large bins over our heads and turning one of the knobs started working the hand pump which forced cold water into the first empty bin above our heads. After waiting for a while and tending to the large boiler as the fire beneath it heated up the water, I turned another knob with him watching me closely. I explained how when cold water was pumped into the large heated tank it forced the hot water up through the pipe and into the other large bin next to the one holding cold water. The boy had looked at me a bit funny and I had to chuckle shrugging my shoulders.
“Don’t ask me why it works that way Marty.” I had told him. “All I know is that for some reason cold water always sinks to the bottom and if the boiler tank is full of hot water the extra has to go somewhere. There’s a hollow pipe inside the boiler which leads to the empty tank so the hot water just gets pushed up through it.” I explained, with him shrugging his shoulders this time just like I had when it was described to me, and simply accepted what I told him the way I acknowledged the science of it all as well.
After waiting for about fifteen or twenty minutes I filled up the other bin with hot water and then took him over to the other side showing him how the shower worked by adjusting the handles for cold and hot water until I sort of got a good mix with warm water coming out through the shower head. Marty’s eyes widened in amazement when he reached out his hand feeling the warm water and he grinned at me for a split second before it disappeared. It was the first time I had ever seen him smile and a warm fuzzy feeling spread through my insides at such a minor accomplishment.
Turning off the water so it wouldn’t be wasted, we went back into the cabin and I fished out some fresh clothes I thought may fit him. He pointed to the clean pajamas which my grandfather had washed out and dried overnight before placing it on the bed, but I told him he could wear those when he went to sleep later on tonight. I explained that I had other things for him to wear setting out an old pair of jeans which were still in good shape, and a soft warm cottony flannel shirt. When I set down one of my smaller clean pair of Hanes boy’s briefs he lifted it up and scrunched his eyes questioningly.
The gesture caught me a bit off guard making me wonder once more what on earth had happened to the boy that he didn’t even know about underwear. “Um, yeah, you put that on first before the jeans. Oh, and this side goes in the front.” I explained, pointing out the difference between the front and back before hooking a thumb along the waistband of my own pants tugging down the edge so he could see a part of my white briefs. “See! I’m wearing one too just beneath my pants.” I shrugged noticing him looking at my underwear and then to the one he was holding up in his hand before glancing at me questioningly.
It took me a second, but I realized what he was trying to ask. “Um…I suppose there are lots of reasons with putting on underwear first Marty. To be honest I never really thought much on it one way or the other, but now that you’ve brought it up I suppose maybe it could be because of hygiene…you know with it being easier to clean and all. Also, I guess you could say it sort of…well you know…holds your stuff in place so it doesn’t rub against the rough material of the other clothing or gets scraped up on a zipper or something.” I shrugged my shoulders seeing he was still puzzled about something which took me a moment to figure out.
It was kind of strange but somehow without even talking Marty and I seemed to be connected in a way that allowed me to be able to pick up on his subtle nuances as I began to explain further. “You know…,” I emphasized by cupping my goods and giving them a bit of a squeeze while blushing because it was a little embarrassing talking about this much less actually groping my goods openly in front of the other boy, but I didn’t know what else to do since he seemed really inexperienced about such things. “Your pecker and balls…uh…your stuff, goods, package, pecker, danglies…um…whatever you call them.” I added thinking maybe he was confused by the way I referred to my privates.
Suddenly the boy’s eyes widened with understanding and he nodded his head handing the clean underwear back to me. Glancing at the almost innocent like waif to make sure he didn’t have any other questions I shrugged my shoulders and stood up with the boy following me out the door. Heading back to the smaller building I set his fresh clothes on the narrow bench in the confined space of the shower room, and left him alone to get cleaned up while I tended to the boiler. I told him not to worry about how long he took because I’d add more hot water if he needed it.
He had hesitated and I could tell he was shy about one of us walking in on him when he was naked, but I promised him that no one would bother him while he was taking a shower. He looked at me as if mulling it over for a few seconds before nodding his head indicating he trusted us. For most this would be such a little thing, but for me it spoke volumes of his continuing trust towards me and PopPop.
While I stoked the fire on the other side, Marty got cleaned up and he actually seemed to take his time which made me happy for some odd reason. Maybe it was simply because it once more showed how much he trusted us and perhaps also that maybe he was enjoying it. About thirty minutes later he finally stepped hesitantly into the small room where I was sitting and shoving wood beneath the boiler. Standing up, a small smile spread over my features because there was a healthy like glow about him. He still looked a bit on the pale and frail side, but getting cleaned up most definitely had done him a lot of good. It was amazing how a simple thing like a hot shower could make everything all better.
A few moments later I was the one enjoying the heat from the warm water while it cascaded over my skin. I didn’t waist any time and lathered soap all over my body before rinsing off and doing the same with my hair. Now I could focus on what I really needed and immediately started jacking off. Wrapping tactile fingers around my slicked up blood engorged hard yet rubbery peg I began pumping my fist. I allowed my fantasies to run wild recalling the way Marty’s own cloth covered erection felt in my fingers the previous night; especially, at the end when it began to twitch and writhe around in the grips of his own orgasmic explosion while he slept.
The incident had been wickedly sexy hot and totally confusing on so many levels. It had left me wondering how a boy could have an orgasm in his sleep without waking up, not to mention not even move or make a sound. The memory of how his small hard penis felt in my fingers while it convulsed finally sent me over the edge. Within moments I was softly grunting blissfully at the recollection, any thoughts of the oddity fading into the background, while I spilled my meager amount of youthful boy seed along the wall, all the while enjoying the joyous release of pent up teenaged hormonal discharge.
The quick and hurried session was my first of the day and my body heaved in the aftermath of euphoria. While I recuperated under the steamy shower head I began to wonder how I was going to be able to sneak away and take care of my special needs throughout the day. Even now I had to try being a bit quieter about it with Marty standing just on the other side of the thin barrier separating the shower and boiler room.
Now that I was cooped up in the cabin with Marty around it wasn’t as if I could sneak into my room alone for a few quite moments. Sighing, I shrugged my shoulders knowing I’d figure something out. If nothing else I’d simply take care of myself once I slipped into bed and after Marty fell asleep. It was a bit risky, but I was certain I could pull it off so long as I made sure not to thrash around and grunt so much while the boy slept in the other bed.
Little did I know that Marty would be sleeping in my bed again that night. After the previous evening it became obvious the smaller boy felt more comfortable snuggling up with me. Even though it was comforting to have him lying next to me, which I thought was kind of cute and cool since it indicated he trusted me, it did have some drawbacks because it meant restricting some of my hand action. I had only managed to find sufficient time to be alone long enough to jack off one other time that day, which was way shy of my daily allotment making me one hell of a horny adolescent boy at the moment.
I wasn’t used to not being able to toss my salad several times a day, and masturbating was one activity which was like clockwork for me day in and day out ever since puberty had taken hold of my horns by force. Rotating out my milk tanks by expelling the ripened fermented stash to make room for a fresh supply was perhaps the only thing I’ve managed to be vigilantly consistent about for this long in my entire life. I was like a drug addict needing their regularly scheduled fixes.
Despite the obvious drawback snuggling up with Marty did have its good points because with us cozily spooned together the boy seemed to relax and let down some of his walls. Even though he didn’t talk there were other ways we were able to communicate together. Most of it had to do with me reading into what he might be thinking with the boy nodding or shaking his head letting me know if I was right or wrong. There was also plenty of hand gestures making me think that if PopPop couldn’t figure out a way to get him to talk then maybe the boy could learn sign language instead.
It was during this time with us being alone at night cuddled together that I began to find out some of what had happened to him. It wasn’t as if he outright admitted to being abducted, but it most definitely began to come off this way. I also didn’t come straight out and ask him, but rather did it in a subtle kind of way where things were slowly revealed taking a queue from the way my grandfather approached sensitive subjects with me.
To my surprise we ended up actually talking together for a couple of hours. Well, rather I talked and he communicated in other ways. After a while neither one of us could stay awake with the events from the last couple of days once more catching up to us as we faded off to sleep. My balls continued to ache because I had pretty much neglected them throughout the day, but when I woke up in the middle of the night with the boy slumbering soundly beside me I managed to take care of my blue balls.
It was sexy hot and wicked doing it with the other boy right next to me even though he was fast asleep. My excessive horniness, combined with the naughtiness of having the smaller boy dozing right next me and his soft warm body bumping into mine while I jacked off, heightened the orgasmic event making for quite a wonderful experience. Even though I was tempted, this time I made sure not to grope the shy boy like I had the previous night because I didn’t want to increase the risk of waking him up. Now that he wasn’t so worn out I figured he would probably wake up if I did something so naughty like actually groping him. Besides, the prior evening had left me feeling a bit guilty about how I had fondled him without permission while he was fast asleep, not to mention being a bit confusingly weird now that I’ve thought on it some.
It was one thing to sort of eye another guy at times just for comparison sake, but actually groping a guy while he was asleep sort of entered the realm of getting a bit creepy. Sure it had been an accident and innocent enough, but it still happened and I now kind of regretted the incident because it had been mixed in with teenaged hormonal sexual lustfulness. In the end it sort of confused me about the way I was feeling about those sorts of things.
Now as the soft light spilling into my room on the third morning woke me up, and I slowly opened up my eyes, a small smile spread over my features. We all had stayed up late with PopPop treating us to hot cocoa and S’mores while we played card games which we had to teach to Marty. Seeing the expression on the boy’s face while he wolfed down those gooey tasty treats one after the other had been the highlight of the evening. He even managed to smile once or twice letting down more of his protective wariness. It even surprised us when out of the blue, and all on his own, he gave PopPop a quick hug by way of thanks. It seemed to have caught him by surprise too because he blushed several shades of red indicating it had been totally spontaneous on his part, which we knew was so uncharacteristic for him to display such emotions out in the open.
It was still really early in the morning when I slowly began to wake up. I was lying on my left side with my head on the soft pillow and now stared at the soft yet still slightly gaunt features of the smaller boy who was also laying on his side facing me. He no longer had that pallid look about him and appeared to have filled out slightly with a kind of inner radiance shinning through now while he slept. Studying his face I had to admit he was cute which made me frown about my own thoughts once again since it wasn’t how boys typically felt about one another.
When I first found the boy his small gaunt frame looked frail. His soft features and rounded shaped face and chin sort of had that pale paper-thin translucent sallow sickly quality to it. Now over the last couple of days it had filled in, slowly transforming into a more rugged ruddy healthy buttery tone with smooth supple features. Even in his sleep the boy’s long straight hair wrapped around his cute face emphasizing the soft charming features, which had a good sprinkling of freckles over his small average kind of nose and into his smooth rounded cheeks blending in now that he had a healthier glow to his skin. Studying him closer I was once more drawn to those few larger freckles which now tugged at my attention, but not in a bad way rather more in a cute kind of fashion. That type of impression once more became perplexing and made me frown because this sort of intimate like feelings towards another boy was totally uncharacteristic for me.
Reaching out I ran my finger lightly over each larger freckle. The first one was on the tip part of his rounded left cheek, the second one along his upper left eyelid, and the third one along his bottom left eyelid. Each time I ran my finger over one of them, his face twitched in response making me giggle.
I’ve noticed those freckles before and knew when he was awake the nail head sized speckles called attention to his muted green eyes with those splashes of silver sprinkled throughout. At first when he used to gaze at me it was in an almost haunting kind of way. Over the last couple of days he began to trust us more, the somberness of his gaze slowly evolving, which allowed him to let down some of his guard with them gradually sparkling to life. Despite him slowly coming out of his shell I still sensed the cautious wariness just below the surface as if he was waiting to pull back at a moment’s notice.
My fingers now traced over his plump pinkish lips, which I knew when he flashed you one, would spread out into a beautiful straight kind of smile creating two small creases on either side of his mouth against his cheeks. Over the course of two whole days I saw him flashing me only a couple of smiles so far, and then they had lasted only a fraction of a second before his face transformed back into its stoic neutrality.
What kind of amazed me though was he appeared to have pearly white teeth that he seemed to keep clean every morning in an almost obsessive way. I noticed how he’d go through some ritual in the way he brushed his teeth and I was thankful we had a new toothbrush for him to use. This had been one of my grandmother’s touches I suppose with keeping the odd unique things stored away in the cabin which no one would ever think about. I mean, who would think of keeping a couple of new toothbrushes in one of the cupboards. The other amazing thing was his face had no scaring or bruising whatsoever, not even on his exposed arms or legs other than the typical scrapes a kid would get from stumbling through the woods. According to my grandfather this seemed a bit odd; especially, since he believed the boy had probably been in an abusive situation.
The shy little waif began to stir awake, slowly opening up his eyes, the green orbs focusing on my face. “Hey, good morning.” I whispered softly his eyes drooping closed as he yawned. “Still sleepy?” I asked with him nodding his head. “Well it’s still early and we all stayed up late last night. You don’t have to get up yet so just go back to sleep.” I suggested with the boy nodding and fading back to sleep his breathing becoming rhythmic while his chest rose and lowered steadily.
Scooting out from beneath the covers I shivered because it was slightly cool inside the room this early in the morning. Glancing quickly over towards the boy making sure he wasn’t peeking I adjusted my morning wood, which seemed extremely hard and sensitive at the moment. The last couple of mornings it’s been a challenge getting dressed while my little fatty was all chubbed up. I’d catch Marty sneaking looks at me, which should have been a bit embarrassing, but instead I found his interest in me to be a bit flattering. Even I would glance over at him when he wasn’t looking trying to sneak a peep at his boner which he was very careful about keeping concealed.
Slipping into my jeans and shirt I padded silently over to the stove tossing some wood inside to help keep it warm in the room for when Marty got up. Next, I quietly rummaged through my drawer beneath my bed and smiled when I came across one of my favorite outfits from a couple of years ago. It should fit Marty perfectly I thought to myself setting out everything he would need for when he got up, including fresh underwear and socks glancing over at the slumbering boy. He was lying on his back now, and looked too adorably cute. I had to smile when I noticed the small tenting of the blanket knowing perfectly well he had popped a stiffie in his sleep. My penis twitched wildly because it was so damn sexy hot and I sighed tearing my gaze away a bit embarrassed by my perverted lustful thoughts.
It was still quiet inside the cabin when I stepped into the main room, laced up my boots, and slipped out the door making my way outside. It was completely wet outside, but the weather had finally broken looking like it was going to be decent today. Glancing around I quickly made my way up the trail a short distance finding a nice concealed and somewhat private spot before unclasping my pants and pulling out my extremely hard adolescent tube. Spreading apart my legs slightly so my pants wouldn’t slip down I tucked my underwear beneath my rounded ball sack and began to jack off.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped because I really was very sensitive down there this morning my gaze watching in fascination while my fingers slid easily up and down the length of my blood engorged spike.
Normally I really didn’t pay much attention to what I was doing while jacking off simply going through the motions, but lately the way I’ve been looking at other boys I was beginning to get more curious about my own goods. For the most part I felt I was pretty average down there when soft in regards to length and thickness compared to other boys my age. Well, actually from what I could tell I might be slightly thicker than other boys when soft, but I had to admit that it seemed like I got pretty thick down there when hard. My penis didn’t get all too much longer when it stiffened up, but it most definitely got really fat. Of course I couldn’t be sure if this wasn’t normal because I’ve never really been able to get a good look at other boys’ erections. Let’s face it this isn’t something any of us are comfortable with showing in public. Sure we all popped one at times, but we were also very quick at keeping that sort of thing hidden as best as possible. Besides, no boy wanted to get caught staring at another boy’s hard pecker because that could spell disaster in a heartbeat.
My fingers tightened around my thick shaft forcing my already puffed up deep crimson purple colored glans to bloat up even more and within moments I was trying to stifle my grunts of pleasure while I squirted my slimy fertilizer over some of the local plant life. “Uuuumph, uuumph, uuumph,” I gasped watching the sticky stringy yogurt like substance splattering over some of the leafy greenery with my eyes widening in surprise at the more than usual amount I was spilling this morning.
It wasn’t like a whole lot, but still more than usual. With a last shudder, my penis jolted like a recoiling pistol while my nuggets contracted helping to expel one last thin goopy string of clear like cum before softening up with some of the mess getting on to my hand.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, my body still quivering from the aftermath of the moment. “Shit, it’s becoming way more intense.” I whispered quietly to myself wondering if having Marty sleeping so close to me at night was making me hornier and extremely sensitive.
This thought made me slightly uncomfortable because of the implications, and I forced it off to the side not even wanting to contemplate the idea of such a thing. Instead, I focused on my fleshy tube as it became more flexible and rubbery in my fingers now that it had softened up. Running my thumb across the top of my knob I began to feel the familiar tingling sensation. So soon after having my orgasm it remained soft for the most part, chubbing up only slightly, which now allowed my bladder to empty due to the urging of my stimulating thumb across my nub. My body quivered for the second time from the sensation of release and I exhaled in relief allowing the yellowish stream to wash away some of my goopy mess I had spilled on the leaves.
I was just shaking off when I noticed PopPop stepping out of the cabin and on to the porch before setting down a small bundle. He paused for a moment and looked around at the condition of the weather. He had an outside door to his bedroom and I knew he normally took a piss in the bushes on that side of the cabin. Of course we had the outhouse, but let’s face it for guys it was easy enough to simply step up to a bush or tree and take care of our morning obligations. Besides, it smelled in the outhouse so we tended to use it only when we had to.
Feeling much better and shaking the last droplets from the tip of my now soft and spent dowel, I tucked everything away, snapped closed my pants, and zipped up. Looking up I spotted PopPop heading down to the dock with the small bundle in his arms. Sighing, I finished straightening up and followed him down knowing he was planning on heading back into the town of Eelee today since the weather had cleared up. Without a word I joined him down by the dock and helped him remove the protective cover from our small boat checking everything over to make sure it was all good to go. We’ve done this so often anymore that it was now second nature for us, and after about twenty minutes along with a few trips back and forth to the cabin, the boat was almost ready to go.
“Is Marty awake yet?” PopPop asked looking over the boat while I shrugged my shoulders.
“Um…he woke up earlier, but he looked really tired so I told him to go back to sleep. We kept him up pretty late last night with the games and stuff.” I reminded PopPop as he nodded. “I understand, but maybe you should go wake him up so we can head into town.” He suggested with me rolling my shoulders in that typical teenaged fashion of ‘whatever.’
“Sure Pops, but what about breakfast?” I suggested.
“We can grab a bite to eat once we get into town and settled in at the hospital. I need to get him checked into the system as soon as possible Latham. I’m legally obligated to report this. I know how you feel about it, but if we want to help him I have to make sure we do everything the right way.”
“I know PopPop.” I replied nodding my head knowing he was right and seeing relief spread over his features because I understood why he had to do this.
“I’m glad you understand Latham. I’ll be there every step of the way and will make sure nothing happens to Marty. Anyway, why don’t you hurry up and wake up the little scamp.” He teased. “The sooner we take care of this the sooner we can help him.” He suggested with me smiling and immediately running up to the cabin.
“Wake up sleepy head.” I shouted and giggled when I opened up the bedroom door jumping the three steps with my boots pounding loudly on the wooden floor of the room.
In that moment everything changed with my body stiffening up when to my horror I saw the gaunt nakedness of Marty’s bruised and battered body. The smaller boy was completely naked in the process of slipping into the pair of white boy’s briefs I had set out for him to wear. His back was turned towards me and he was hunched over placing one of his feet into the leg openings of his underwear with his butt pointing towards my directions. At first a thrill ran through my body because of his nakedness, but then a sinking nauseous feeling bubbled up into the pit of my stomach. Never in my life had I witnessed something this viciously atrocious as my own fingers began to subconsciously trace one of my own old scars I had just beneath my shirt.
All along the back of Marty’s lower legs and rounded butt cheeks, I detected horrible red welts piled one on top of the other along with countless amounts of white horizontal lines from older scars that were already healed up. The amount of weal scars were overwhelming with them crisscrossing over one another that it became unfathomable how something like this could even happen. There were welts upon welts in various stages of healing. Most of them were already thin white lines having healed, some of them were red, while others actually had scabs on them from the skin having broken open.
If this wasn’t bad enough his entire back was covered in various shades of bruising, mostly on his lower back. Seeing him naked like this now made me wonder just how we had managed to miss all of this in the first place. I mean of course he had been careful about not letting us see him without clothes on, but it still surprised me we hadn’t noticed. The boy had to be in constant pain, yet he never even indicated he was hurting. My eyes took all of this in within a split second before I began to feel that familiar rush inside my head like it was being slammed against a wall. Before I could even defend myself from the familiar onslaught of what was about to happen I felt myself frozen in place and unable to move with everything all around me rushing inwards in a dizzying kind of way that made me feel like throwing up. Everything sank into a kind of dark void with me suddenly zoning out losing all perspective of time and place.
My mind was suddenly thrust into the realm of familiar nightmarish horror with my room fading away replaced by somewhere completely different. I screamed inside my head desperately trying to escape this delusional trance, but it was too late with my day terror taking form and blooming in front of my eyes. It was always the same, a cold damp place, the smell of burning flesh, the horrific screams of pain, and the naked figure of a small boy whose arms were shackled to a beam above his head forcing him to stand upright while he desperately tried to escape. A man with a dark cloth like ski mask covering his face and smoking a thick cigar approached the boy. Even through the holes in his mask I could see the leering smile of the man as he pursed his lips blowing on the burning embers of the cigar getting it to turn a bright red color before pressing it with force into the boy’s chest. A horrific screech of pain erupted echoing along the cement wall inside the cavernous room within the confines of my mind.
There was more to this day terror, but suddenly my mind began to fold inside of itself with reality once more rushing into focus. For a split second everything began to spin around making me lightheaded and woozy. I reached out trying to grab on to something so I wouldn’t fall over and somehow found something solid which helped to keep me on a firm footing. My body shuddered and I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t get sick to my stomach because everything all around me was twirling, rolling, and twisting.
When Marty heard Latham rushing into the room it had caught him by surprise because he was completely exposed and just sliding into the pair of underwear the always upbeat boy had set aside for him to wear. His back was turned towards the animated teen and he knew that Latham could see his bruised and battered body with shame suddenly filling the smaller boy with dread. It was odd because in the beginning it was fear which had made him so cautious about exposing his battered body to strangers. For the longest time his ‘parents’ had threatened him with beatings if he ever let anyone see him naked, and he instinctively knew they meant it, so fear had always made him cautious about remaining covered at all times. This isn’t what he felt now; instead, the sensation of shame took root because he knew the other boy had to be able to see the appalling repulsiveness of his bruised and battered body.
He really liked Latham, having grown very fond of the other boy. From the very beginning the other boy had shown him such kindness without asking for anything in return. When he was wet and cold out in the forest the teen had given him something warm to fill up his stomach and then given up his own sweater and jacket promising to come back for him. To his surprise the boy had done just that, and had paid for it as well because he found out later Latham took a tumble while running for help. The other boy even sang to him when he was frightened after having woken up when he was rescued. It was such a sweet song with the kind gentle boy having such a wonderful voice. It almost made him want to cry because it had tickled his memories of a time from before. Then when they had gotten to the cabin Latham helped the boy to remember his own name and it had surprised Marty at just how genuinely happy this had made the bigger boy.
Afterwards, Latham had then taken him into the other room and with such gentleness washed Marty’s hands and face with warm water. The smaller boy had enjoyed the way it felt to have the other boy touching him like this, but he became a little alarmed because his thingy began to get hard. He felt a mix of emotions when the other boy had left him alone to finish up. He was both relieved and also a bit disappointed feeling a sense of emptiness when he was alone.
The feeling of relief wasn’t because Marty didn’t like Latham touching him softly and washing him, but rather, because he was afraid of how his thingy was getting hard. The other boy had even given him a nice pair of warm pajamas to wear. Then the oddest thing happened once he had finished getting cleaned up and stepped into the other room. Latham had hugged him and at first it frightened Marty, but then a sense of goodness filled him up inside. Despite his thingy getting hard he returned the hug enjoying how it had made him feel. It was a sensation he hadn’t known for a long time now.
Latham then made sure he had something warm to eat before tucking him into bed making him promise to wake him up later if he needed anything. To his horror he had woken up having wet himself, and then had hesitantly awakened the other boy fearing the worst. Instead, the other boy had once more been so kind and gentle removing his filthy clothing assuring the smaller boy he couldn’t see anything in the darkness. Marty knew this was true since he couldn’t see anything either. Latham didn’t even hesitate with washing away the filth off of his body and Marty had enjoyed it; especially, when the other boy had washed his thingy and danglies. It had felt really good and he could feel his thingy getting hard again, but the other boy had been really quick and before it got completely stiff was done. Then the thunder and lightning had made both boys jump in fright. Afterwards the other kid had actually given him a large shirt, which he knew Latham treasured since it had belonged to his father. After helping him into the shirt he allowed Marty to stay in the dry bed not wanting the smaller boy to sleep in the wet one.
The gentle soft spoken boy had then added some wood to the stove helping to keep the room warm and Marty couldn’t help staring at the other boy right where he knew his thingy and danglies were located. He could tell the other boy was bigger than him down there and he got all tingly inside because he liked looking at the other boy. Seeing the other boy in his underwear made his thingy get hard, but he was under the covers so didn’t mind as he continued to stare at Latham. They had then cuddled up together and at first it had frightened him for some reason, but after a few moments he had to admit he enjoyed having the bigger boy close to him in bed.
Later that evening while he slept he was dreaming such wonderful things about Latham with the other boy playing around in his tight white underwear. He could see the large bulge of the other boy’s thingy and danglies pressing against the white material and he felt his own thingy getting hard while he slept. Then to his surprise the other boy in his dreams had approached him and began rubbing his hard thingy. At first this frightened him, but then a tingling sensation spread through his body. The dream felt so real and it was like he could actually feel the other boy’s fingers wrapped around his hard thingy.
Suddenly he felt the wonderful sensation he sometimes felt when he was being beaten by that fat hateful women. It felt much better though than it’s ever felt before and this time he didn’t have the pain that normally came with the tingly sensations. Somehow it made the moment even more intense despite him being asleep. His dream felt so real and he enjoyed it a lot wishing in some ways this was happening for real, but the idea frightened him because he had to make sure no one ever found out about how his thingy got hard all the time.
After the first night both the man and other boy had continued to be kind to him. For Marty it was the first time he could feel at ease without worrying about getting beaten. He knew they wanted him to open up some more, but he just couldn’t take the chance after all this time because in the back of his mind there was always that deep seated fear of things going horribly wrong. Still throughout it all Marty felt himself becoming closer to the other boy and enjoyed being around him. When the other boy looked at him or when he looked closely at Latham it made him tingle all around inside with such a warm kind of feeling. At first it was kind of awkward because no one had ever made him feel this way before, but now it was different. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but he did know he liked it and didn’t want this sensation to end.
Now though as Marty struggle to get into his clothes all of this was about to change. Latham had suddenly burst through the door and he just knew the bigger boy could see his unsightly body. This meant he would now know that he was nothing but a worthless little shit who was a nobody in this world and then everything would change. Being able to keep his body covered meant he could hide the horrible truth from the other kid. A sense of sadness and shame now wiggled its way inside of Marty as he slowly slipped on the shirt a small trickling teardrop managing to escape the corner of his eye. Sighing, he quickly buttoned it up, tucking the soft material inside his pants before turning around. With his head hanging in shame he waited for the other boy to finally reject him shuffling his feet beneath him nervously.
When he didn’t hear anything, Marty slowly lifted up his eyes and what he saw frightened him. Latham was standing rooted in place his face contorted in fear and his eyes all glazed over. On top of it all a small puddle had formed on the floor around the teen’s right foot and he could see a large patch of wetness along the front of the boy’s pants as it traveled to Latham’s right leg and down the length of it. The smaller boy felt really bad now at how his gruesome unsightliness had frightened the other boy so much it made him wet his pants. What really worried him though was the blank gaze as if he wasn’t really here anymore and somewhere else. He sort of understood because there have been moments when he’s done the same thing losing all track of time and waking up finding hours on end had disappeared. Every time this had happened to him he never felt good about it because it had left him lost in some nightmarish place.
Not wanting Latham to suffer like he’s had to endure in the past he cautiously stepped up to the older boy and gently shook him. Suddenly he heard Latham gasping with his body shuddering and dangerously swaying around as if he were going to topple over. Then he felt the other boy gripping on to his shoulders so tightly he winced before blocking out the pain because he knew the other boy didn’t do it on purpose and was only trying to keep his balance. The tight grip lasted only a split second though before it loosened up and only remained on his shoulder for the added support.
Marty’s features slowly came into focus when I slowly opened up my eyes. The poor little guy’s cute rounded face was etched with concern, and at the moment I suppose it didn’t surprise me because of the nauseous like feeling I was experiencing which forced me to squeeze my eyes tightly back shut. With my body quivering and swaying around dangerously I at first thought I was going to be sick, but then everything stopped spinning around and I opened my eyes locking on to Marty’s cute little round face once more. Then I felt it, the odd warm wet sensation along the front of my pants and down my right leg. Glancing down, a sinking feeling hit me in the pit of my stomach.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck.” I groaned immediately letting go of Marty and bending over untying my boot laces.
Kicking the boots off my feet I quickly removed my socks and without thinking unbuttoned my pants removing it and my underwear at the same time letting my pants fall on top of the small wet puddle on the ground to soak it up. Using the dry side of my underwear I quickly toweled off the smelly wet areas up front and on my leg before dropping it on top of my jeans. Bending over I quickly wiped the piss into my already damp clothes and stood back up shaking my head in disgust at what I had done. I was a thirteen year old boy who still hasn’t completely gotten over my day terrors and it now upset me at how I had pissed myself for the second time in all of three days.
“Shit, I haven’t zoned out like that for a few years.” I moaned to no one in particular and shaking my head all upset about losing control like this.
Then something else dawned on me as realization settled in at what I had just seen, which made me feel ashamed for being upset at something so trivial like zoning out compared to what Marty must have been going through. A deep sadness suddenly overcame me and I had to choke off a sob which threatened to overwhelm my emotions. My eyes shifted over towards the smaller boy who stood rooted in place his features expressing shock and his green eyes opened widely in astonishment.
Without thinking I stepped up to Marty needing to hold him in my arms. “Oh Marty I’m so sorry. Who could do such a horrible thing to you?” I hiccupped, chocking back another sob which tried to force its way into the open.
I didn’t want to add to Marty’s grief by sobbing so did my best to hold back the floodgates, which threatened to be released, feeling the smaller boy respond and return my hug. He pressed his body into mine and I could feel his erection along my thigh, but ignored it knowing it was just a typical reaction which boys our age couldn’t control. Even I began to chub up and suddenly it dawned on me that I was naked from the waist down. I started to panic, but then shrugged it away knowing it wasn’t such a big deal. Besides, I’ve gotten dressed and undressed plenty of times with other boys around. Still, feeling Marty’s warm body pressed up against mine and knowing he had popped a stiffie began to affect me as well with my own little man starting to grow and get out of control.
Before it went too far I released the small shy imp and stepped over to my drawers beneath the bed pulling out a pair of sweatpants. I could feel Marty’s eyes watching me closely and didn’t bother turning my back on him not wanting this to become an embarrassing moment for the other boy. Besides, in a way I kind of enjoyed being exposed like this in front of the little guy. I was proud of my body; especially, my boy goods, so didn’t mind if he saw me naked. In a way it made me feel all good about it on the inside. I suppose it would be totally different if I got an erection, but somehow I managed to avoid it with my little fatty plumping up only slightly. It would have definitely been embarrassing for both of us I think had it gotten completely hard.
Without bothering to slip into a pair of underwear, I pulled on the sweatpants covering up my goods before taking a quick look at my shirt noticing it hadn’t gotten wet so left it in place. Not even worrying about socks I slid into a pair of dry sneakers and finally glanced over towards the other boy who was still rooted in place looking adorably cute in one of my favorite outfits from a few years ago. He was wearing a polo style button up shirt with a red flannel pattern that had a pocket over the left chest and sand colored khaki pants. The pants hung low on his waist, and were held in place by a wide tan colored belt. The clothes fit him perfectly, which only managed to emphasize the small yet obvious bulge of his erection. It made my own pecker twitch excitedly and I had to giggle inside because it made me wonder if mine used to be so visible in those slacks a few years back when I used to wear them.
I had never taken notice of it back then, but I was sure the pants had probably managed to show off my own pre-adolescent immature boy goods when I was younger. In a way, I thought it was kind of sexy hot seeing Marty all boned up like that with the outline of his penis pointing mostly in an upwards position and angling slightly towards his left side. Odd I thought to myself because it just occurred to me how maybe a boy’s penis would naturally angle towards one side or the other. I’ve never thought about such things before, but I knew mine tended to angle towards my right when I was all boned up, where Marty’s appeared to angle towards his left side. I mean right now his package was on the right side of his zipper because of the way his pants was situated on him, but his small hard penis definitely angled towards the left. Right below it there was even a small mound like bulge. It had to be the boy’s ball sack and nuggets because I could distinctly make out two little oval shaped lumps in the small rounded shaped like knoll.
“Wow, you really look nice Marty. It used to be one of my favorite outfits until I grew out of them.” I noted with the smaller boy suddenly coming back into reality as he snapped shut his slack mouth and looked down at himself.
Marty’s eyes bulged outwards when he noticed the way his erection showed and immediately covered himself up by crossing his arms over in front. His face flushed red and I stifled a giggle knowing he was embarrassed by having popped a stiffie and the way it showed in the pants he wore. If it had been one of my friends I probably would have teased him about it, but I got the feeling he was very sensitive about that sort of thing. I mean, he didn’t seem too concerned about being touched down there because he hadn’t minded when I cleaned him up the other night in the darkness, but each time he popped one I noticed how he suddenly became overly cautious about it being seen.
So instead of making a big issue over it I simply walked up to him and gave the boy another hug. “I…I’m really sorry about barging into the room the way I did Marty, but I feel even worse about what must have happened to you. No one deserves to be beaten and whipped like that Marty…no one.” I emphasized tears welling up as I stepped back and seriously looked him in the eyes. “PopPop and I knew you were somehow abused Marty…you know…hurt…but this is…I…um…this is way worse than we figured.” I exhaled softly the boy’s eyes searching mine intently.
“I…I just want you to know you can trust us…me and PopPop. That is…I hope you will. I know it is probably tough for you to have faith in others, but we are here for you and aren’t going anywhere no matter what happens.” I whispered softly once more wrapping him up in a gentle embrace feeling the boy hesitating for a few seconds before returning my hug.
Releasing him I stepped back brushing my fingers through his hair and chuckled. “Hmmm, I’m thinking we are going to have to give you a haircut here soon.”
The boy furled his eyebrows lifting his hand up to his hair as if debating. “Well it is just a thought and if you like it long that is fine too. Maybe just a trim then which will still keep it long, but at least it will help you keep your hair from getting all tangled and messed up.” I offered up seeing Marty give me a shy smile which I took as the idea being a good one.
Taking another step back I looked Marty over with the smaller boy blushing at the overt scrutiny, but seemingly not too concerned over it. My eyes settled on his small goods noticing his erection was now gone leaving behind only a small little bulge. His penis and boy sack wasn’t as obvious now, but I could still sort of tell what he had down there. Of course he wasn’t all that big down there to begin with, I mean he still hasn’t entered puberty yet so for most kids in that situation there simply wasn’t all that much going on down there yet. Still, the way he looked in the shirt and pants sort of turned me on, and I could feel my own penis beginning to stir in response to the sexiness of the way I felt about the little scamp. My lustful feeling made me blush now forcing me to tear my gaze away from his still undeveloped goods and look up into his eyes before things got too uncomfortable for both of us while I tried to shake away the confusing emotions.
Giving the boy a hesitant smile I shrugged my shoulders. “You really do look nice Marty. Come-on, we better get going.” I prompted as I reached out taking him by the hand and making my way towards the steps before stopping and looking over at him.
“Um…Marty…about…uh…you know…zoning out and wetting myself.” I began seeing the boy looking at me with a quizzical look on his features. “Anyway, let’s not say anything to PopPop. I mean it will only worry him, so maybe it is best if we don’t tell him.” I suggested seeing the boy cock his head to the side and give me a funny look. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I meant. Just because you can’t speak doesn’t mean you can’t talk.” I huffed grabbing him by the hand and pulling him along into the other room noticing the boy flashing me a quick smile at my comment.
Making my way towards the door of the cabin I had to stop because Marty wasn’t following along anymore. When I turned to find out what the problem was I sighed knowing why he had stopped. The smaller boy headed towards the sink and hand pump picking up his toothbrush. Every morning it was the same thing with him spending about five or ten minutes taking care of his teeth. I was beginning to notice just how ingrained it had become for the boy, so didn’t argue and just let him do what he needed to get done.
“What took you boys so long?” PopPop asked me when we finally stepped on to the dock.
Glancing sideways at Marty I rolled my shoulders in the typical what’s the big deal manner only teenagers could pull off. “Um…you know…Marty had to brush his teeth.” I told him in a half truth which he seemed to accept not even noticing I had changed my clothes.
Well, that is to say if Pops did notice he didn’t say anything about it. Besides, it wasn’t all too far fetched that I would change into something more comfortable since we were heading into town and it could be a long day. Whatever the reason, I was simply relieved I didn’t have to explain anything and noticed Marty not even giving my little white lie a second thought. He simply seemed to accept it in stride as we all stepped into the boat with the smaller boy looking a bit frightened about the prospect of crossing the lake in such a vehicle. I put on a lifejacket before helping him with his and tried to cheer him up by letting the boy know it would be fun on the boat.
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End of Chapter Six: Day Terrors
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EXCERPT FROM THE CALM
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 subconscious state. Even though I knew dreams of this type were normal for a boy, it still didn’t help ease my mind about it. The whole thing 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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DAY TERRORS
For the next couple of days it continued to rain with the weather a bit on the rough side so we all stayed close to the cabin. Marty’s demeanor had continued to be on the shy and wary side, always remaining cautious and more serious, but I had to admit it was nice having him hanging around. Every once in a while his guard would crack a little and the boy in him would finally come out for a few moments before those walls would once more envelope him in that protective cocoon. It became obvious this was a defense mechanism for the kid.
The two of us did seem to connect and even though he never uttered a word we began to find other ways to communicate. He never revealed much about his past usually shutting down when we attempted to get more information out of him and press him too hard. When we talked to him about going to the hospital once the weather cleared up we could tell the idea frightened him. We didn’t know if it was because he didn’t understand or if it was a fear of hospitals in general. So we made sure to explain things to him in-between our regular discussions so when it came time he wouldn’t be so afraid. It was one of those things which I began to appreciate in the way PopPop had been doing the same thing for me over the years. I could tell this method made things easier all the way around while preparing the shy kid for what he may encounter. In the end I knew it would help him cope with the newness and uncertainties he would need to face in the near future when we took him into town and around other people.
My grandfather knew the local authorities and using the short wave radio was in contact with them on a regular basis, but there weren’t reports of any missing kids that fit his name, age, and description. They even widened their scope of search to the surrounding counties and the entire state while also adding his information into the national data bank of missing children. In addition, they searched the database for any hits of children who may have been abducted years ago, all of which resulted in nothing fitting his name, age, and description. It was frustrating and only added to the mystery surrounding Marty.
When we brought this out to the boy about how we were trying to find where he belongs the wary kid had shut down curling up in a corner. He was a master at hiding his emotions, but even I could see his tiny frame shuttering as if he were panicking. The first time he did this it had caught us by surprise. PopPop told me in private that something was most definitely off, and God forbid, all signs pointed towards him having been either abused in the worst of ways or both mistreated and abducted even though the authorities haven’t been able to piece it together yet.
We were both fearful of the truth, but knew it was important to find out if we wanted to help the boy. PopPop felt that maybe once Marty was examined in the hospital they would be able collect enough medical information to generate some sort of connection either through dental records or DNA matching, but until he had concrete information he wasn’t going to allow the smaller boy to be placed with strangers. For some odd reason it made me feel much better because I knew deep down something was horribly wrong and even though he was very good at hiding it, I also knew Marty was very frightened.
The first day after we woke up Marty looked rested and seemed to be doing much better. He had slept for a long time, which seemed to have done wonders for him with there being no lingering signs from his near hypothermic state the previous day. When I had suggested we get him cleaned up properly the boy had begun to panic, one of the rare times I actually saw his walls break down, so I assured him that even though we were out in the middle of nowhere we at least had a hot shower. This seemed to grab his attention and he calmed down looking at me curiously as if he didn’t even know what that meant.
Shaking my head and chuckling, I had taken him out to the small building. I showed him the small shower room and then took him around to the other side of the small building where the boiler tank was located. I then explained to him how the boiler worked starting a fire and stoking it with wood so the water could get hot. I pointed out the two large bins over our heads and turning one of the knobs started working the hand pump which forced cold water into the first empty bin above our heads. After waiting for a while and tending to the large boiler as the fire beneath it heated up the water, I turned another knob with him watching me closely. I explained how when cold water was pumped into the large heated tank it forced the hot water up through the pipe and into the other large bin next to the one holding cold water. The boy had looked at me a bit funny and I had to chuckle shrugging my shoulders.
“Don’t ask me why it works that way Marty.” I had told him. “All I know is that for some reason cold water always sinks to the bottom and if the boiler tank is full of hot water the extra has to go somewhere. There’s a hollow pipe inside the boiler which leads to the empty tank so the hot water just gets pushed up through it.” I explained, with him shrugging his shoulders this time just like I had when it was described to me, and simply accepted what I told him the way I acknowledged the science of it all as well.
After waiting for about fifteen or twenty minutes I filled up the other bin with hot water and then took him over to the other side showing him how the shower worked by adjusting the handles for cold and hot water until I sort of got a good mix with warm water coming out through the shower head. Marty’s eyes widened in amazement when he reached out his hand feeling the warm water and he grinned at me for a split second before it disappeared. It was the first time I had ever seen him smile and a warm fuzzy feeling spread through my insides at such a minor accomplishment.
Turning off the water so it wouldn’t be wasted, we went back into the cabin and I fished out some fresh clothes I thought may fit him. He pointed to the clean pajamas which my grandfather had washed out and dried overnight before placing it on the bed, but I told him he could wear those when he went to sleep later on tonight. I explained that I had other things for him to wear setting out an old pair of jeans which were still in good shape, and a soft warm cottony flannel shirt. When I set down one of my smaller clean pair of Hanes boy’s briefs he lifted it up and scrunched his eyes questioningly.
The gesture caught me a bit off guard making me wonder once more what on earth had happened to the boy that he didn’t even know about underwear. “Um, yeah, you put that on first before the jeans. Oh, and this side goes in the front.” I explained, pointing out the difference between the front and back before hooking a thumb along the waistband of my own pants tugging down the edge so he could see a part of my white briefs. “See! I’m wearing one too just beneath my pants.” I shrugged noticing him looking at my underwear and then to the one he was holding up in his hand before glancing at me questioningly.
It took me a second, but I realized what he was trying to ask. “Um…I suppose there are lots of reasons with putting on underwear first Marty. To be honest I never really thought much on it one way or the other, but now that you’ve brought it up I suppose maybe it could be because of hygiene…you know with it being easier to clean and all. Also, I guess you could say it sort of…well you know…holds your stuff in place so it doesn’t rub against the rough material of the other clothing or gets scraped up on a zipper or something.” I shrugged my shoulders seeing he was still puzzled about something which took me a moment to figure out.
It was kind of strange but somehow without even talking Marty and I seemed to be connected in a way that allowed me to be able to pick up on his subtle nuances as I began to explain further. “You know…,” I emphasized by cupping my goods and giving them a bit of a squeeze while blushing because it was a little embarrassing talking about this much less actually groping my goods openly in front of the other boy, but I didn’t know what else to do since he seemed really inexperienced about such things. “Your pecker and balls…uh…your stuff, goods, package, pecker, danglies…um…whatever you call them.” I added thinking maybe he was confused by the way I referred to my privates.
Suddenly the boy’s eyes widened with understanding and he nodded his head handing the clean underwear back to me. Glancing at the almost innocent like waif to make sure he didn’t have any other questions I shrugged my shoulders and stood up with the boy following me out the door. Heading back to the smaller building I set his fresh clothes on the narrow bench in the confined space of the shower room, and left him alone to get cleaned up while I tended to the boiler. I told him not to worry about how long he took because I’d add more hot water if he needed it.
He had hesitated and I could tell he was shy about one of us walking in on him when he was naked, but I promised him that no one would bother him while he was taking a shower. He looked at me as if mulling it over for a few seconds before nodding his head indicating he trusted us. For most this would be such a little thing, but for me it spoke volumes of his continuing trust towards me and PopPop.
While I stoked the fire on the other side, Marty got cleaned up and he actually seemed to take his time which made me happy for some odd reason. Maybe it was simply because it once more showed how much he trusted us and perhaps also that maybe he was enjoying it. About thirty minutes later he finally stepped hesitantly into the small room where I was sitting and shoving wood beneath the boiler. Standing up, a small smile spread over my features because there was a healthy like glow about him. He still looked a bit on the pale and frail side, but getting cleaned up most definitely had done him a lot of good. It was amazing how a simple thing like a hot shower could make everything all better.
A few moments later I was the one enjoying the heat from the warm water while it cascaded over my skin. I didn’t waist any time and lathered soap all over my body before rinsing off and doing the same with my hair. Now I could focus on what I really needed and immediately started jacking off. Wrapping tactile fingers around my slicked up blood engorged hard yet rubbery peg I began pumping my fist. I allowed my fantasies to run wild recalling the way Marty’s own cloth covered erection felt in my fingers the previous night; especially, at the end when it began to twitch and writhe around in the grips of his own orgasmic explosion while he slept.
The incident had been wickedly sexy hot and totally confusing on so many levels. It had left me wondering how a boy could have an orgasm in his sleep without waking up, not to mention not even move or make a sound. The memory of how his small hard penis felt in my fingers while it convulsed finally sent me over the edge. Within moments I was softly grunting blissfully at the recollection, any thoughts of the oddity fading into the background, while I spilled my meager amount of youthful boy seed along the wall, all the while enjoying the joyous release of pent up teenaged hormonal discharge.
The quick and hurried session was my first of the day and my body heaved in the aftermath of euphoria. While I recuperated under the steamy shower head I began to wonder how I was going to be able to sneak away and take care of my special needs throughout the day. Even now I had to try being a bit quieter about it with Marty standing just on the other side of the thin barrier separating the shower and boiler room.
Now that I was cooped up in the cabin with Marty around it wasn’t as if I could sneak into my room alone for a few quite moments. Sighing, I shrugged my shoulders knowing I’d figure something out. If nothing else I’d simply take care of myself once I slipped into bed and after Marty fell asleep. It was a bit risky, but I was certain I could pull it off so long as I made sure not to thrash around and grunt so much while the boy slept in the other bed.
Little did I know that Marty would be sleeping in my bed again that night. After the previous evening it became obvious the smaller boy felt more comfortable snuggling up with me. Even though it was comforting to have him lying next to me, which I thought was kind of cute and cool since it indicated he trusted me, it did have some drawbacks because it meant restricting some of my hand action. I had only managed to find sufficient time to be alone long enough to jack off one other time that day, which was way shy of my daily allotment making me one hell of a horny adolescent boy at the moment.
I wasn’t used to not being able to toss my salad several times a day, and masturbating was one activity which was like clockwork for me day in and day out ever since puberty had taken hold of my horns by force. Rotating out my milk tanks by expelling the ripened fermented stash to make room for a fresh supply was perhaps the only thing I’ve managed to be vigilantly consistent about for this long in my entire life. I was like a drug addict needing their regularly scheduled fixes.
Despite the obvious drawback snuggling up with Marty did have its good points because with us cozily spooned together the boy seemed to relax and let down some of his walls. Even though he didn’t talk there were other ways we were able to communicate together. Most of it had to do with me reading into what he might be thinking with the boy nodding or shaking his head letting me know if I was right or wrong. There was also plenty of hand gestures making me think that if PopPop couldn’t figure out a way to get him to talk then maybe the boy could learn sign language instead.
It was during this time with us being alone at night cuddled together that I began to find out some of what had happened to him. It wasn’t as if he outright admitted to being abducted, but it most definitely began to come off this way. I also didn’t come straight out and ask him, but rather did it in a subtle kind of way where things were slowly revealed taking a queue from the way my grandfather approached sensitive subjects with me.
To my surprise we ended up actually talking together for a couple of hours. Well, rather I talked and he communicated in other ways. After a while neither one of us could stay awake with the events from the last couple of days once more catching up to us as we faded off to sleep. My balls continued to ache because I had pretty much neglected them throughout the day, but when I woke up in the middle of the night with the boy slumbering soundly beside me I managed to take care of my blue balls.
It was sexy hot and wicked doing it with the other boy right next to me even though he was fast asleep. My excessive horniness, combined with the naughtiness of having the smaller boy dozing right next me and his soft warm body bumping into mine while I jacked off, heightened the orgasmic event making for quite a wonderful experience. Even though I was tempted, this time I made sure not to grope the shy boy like I had the previous night because I didn’t want to increase the risk of waking him up. Now that he wasn’t so worn out I figured he would probably wake up if I did something so naughty like actually groping him. Besides, the prior evening had left me feeling a bit guilty about how I had fondled him without permission while he was fast asleep, not to mention being a bit confusingly weird now that I’ve thought on it some.
It was one thing to sort of eye another guy at times just for comparison sake, but actually groping a guy while he was asleep sort of entered the realm of getting a bit creepy. Sure it had been an accident and innocent enough, but it still happened and I now kind of regretted the incident because it had been mixed in with teenaged hormonal sexual lustfulness. In the end it sort of confused me about the way I was feeling about those sorts of things.
Now as the soft light spilling into my room on the third morning woke me up, and I slowly opened up my eyes, a small smile spread over my features. We all had stayed up late with PopPop treating us to hot cocoa and S’mores while we played card games which we had to teach to Marty. Seeing the expression on the boy’s face while he wolfed down those gooey tasty treats one after the other had been the highlight of the evening. He even managed to smile once or twice letting down more of his protective wariness. It even surprised us when out of the blue, and all on his own, he gave PopPop a quick hug by way of thanks. It seemed to have caught him by surprise too because he blushed several shades of red indicating it had been totally spontaneous on his part, which we knew was so uncharacteristic for him to display such emotions out in the open.
It was still really early in the morning when I slowly began to wake up. I was lying on my left side with my head on the soft pillow and now stared at the soft yet still slightly gaunt features of the smaller boy who was also laying on his side facing me. He no longer had that pallid look about him and appeared to have filled out slightly with a kind of inner radiance shinning through now while he slept. Studying his face I had to admit he was cute which made me frown about my own thoughts once again since it wasn’t how boys typically felt about one another.
When I first found the boy his small gaunt frame looked frail. His soft features and rounded shaped face and chin sort of had that pale paper-thin translucent sallow sickly quality to it. Now over the last couple of days it had filled in, slowly transforming into a more rugged ruddy healthy buttery tone with smooth supple features. Even in his sleep the boy’s long straight hair wrapped around his cute face emphasizing the soft charming features, which had a good sprinkling of freckles over his small average kind of nose and into his smooth rounded cheeks blending in now that he had a healthier glow to his skin. Studying him closer I was once more drawn to those few larger freckles which now tugged at my attention, but not in a bad way rather more in a cute kind of fashion. That type of impression once more became perplexing and made me frown because this sort of intimate like feelings towards another boy was totally uncharacteristic for me.
Reaching out I ran my finger lightly over each larger freckle. The first one was on the tip part of his rounded left cheek, the second one along his upper left eyelid, and the third one along his bottom left eyelid. Each time I ran my finger over one of them, his face twitched in response making me giggle.
I’ve noticed those freckles before and knew when he was awake the nail head sized speckles called attention to his muted green eyes with those splashes of silver sprinkled throughout. At first when he used to gaze at me it was in an almost haunting kind of way. Over the last couple of days he began to trust us more, the somberness of his gaze slowly evolving, which allowed him to let down some of his guard with them gradually sparkling to life. Despite him slowly coming out of his shell I still sensed the cautious wariness just below the surface as if he was waiting to pull back at a moment’s notice.
My fingers now traced over his plump pinkish lips, which I knew when he flashed you one, would spread out into a beautiful straight kind of smile creating two small creases on either side of his mouth against his cheeks. Over the course of two whole days I saw him flashing me only a couple of smiles so far, and then they had lasted only a fraction of a second before his face transformed back into its stoic neutrality.
What kind of amazed me though was he appeared to have pearly white teeth that he seemed to keep clean every morning in an almost obsessive way. I noticed how he’d go through some ritual in the way he brushed his teeth and I was thankful we had a new toothbrush for him to use. This had been one of my grandmother’s touches I suppose with keeping the odd unique things stored away in the cabin which no one would ever think about. I mean, who would think of keeping a couple of new toothbrushes in one of the cupboards. The other amazing thing was his face had no scaring or bruising whatsoever, not even on his exposed arms or legs other than the typical scrapes a kid would get from stumbling through the woods. According to my grandfather this seemed a bit odd; especially, since he believed the boy had probably been in an abusive situation.
The shy little waif began to stir awake, slowly opening up his eyes, the green orbs focusing on my face. “Hey, good morning.” I whispered softly his eyes drooping closed as he yawned. “Still sleepy?” I asked with him nodding his head. “Well it’s still early and we all stayed up late last night. You don’t have to get up yet so just go back to sleep.” I suggested with the boy nodding and fading back to sleep his breathing becoming rhythmic while his chest rose and lowered steadily.
Scooting out from beneath the covers I shivered because it was slightly cool inside the room this early in the morning. Glancing quickly over towards the boy making sure he wasn’t peeking I adjusted my morning wood, which seemed extremely hard and sensitive at the moment. The last couple of mornings it’s been a challenge getting dressed while my little fatty was all chubbed up. I’d catch Marty sneaking looks at me, which should have been a bit embarrassing, but instead I found his interest in me to be a bit flattering. Even I would glance over at him when he wasn’t looking trying to sneak a peep at his boner which he was very careful about keeping concealed.
Slipping into my jeans and shirt I padded silently over to the stove tossing some wood inside to help keep it warm in the room for when Marty got up. Next, I quietly rummaged through my drawer beneath my bed and smiled when I came across one of my favorite outfits from a couple of years ago. It should fit Marty perfectly I thought to myself setting out everything he would need for when he got up, including fresh underwear and socks glancing over at the slumbering boy. He was lying on his back now, and looked too adorably cute. I had to smile when I noticed the small tenting of the blanket knowing perfectly well he had popped a stiffie in his sleep. My penis twitched wildly because it was so damn sexy hot and I sighed tearing my gaze away a bit embarrassed by my perverted lustful thoughts.
It was still quiet inside the cabin when I stepped into the main room, laced up my boots, and slipped out the door making my way outside. It was completely wet outside, but the weather had finally broken looking like it was going to be decent today. Glancing around I quickly made my way up the trail a short distance finding a nice concealed and somewhat private spot before unclasping my pants and pulling out my extremely hard adolescent tube. Spreading apart my legs slightly so my pants wouldn’t slip down I tucked my underwear beneath my rounded ball sack and began to jack off.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped because I really was very sensitive down there this morning my gaze watching in fascination while my fingers slid easily up and down the length of my blood engorged spike.
Normally I really didn’t pay much attention to what I was doing while jacking off simply going through the motions, but lately the way I’ve been looking at other boys I was beginning to get more curious about my own goods. For the most part I felt I was pretty average down there when soft in regards to length and thickness compared to other boys my age. Well, actually from what I could tell I might be slightly thicker than other boys when soft, but I had to admit that it seemed like I got pretty thick down there when hard. My penis didn’t get all too much longer when it stiffened up, but it most definitely got really fat. Of course I couldn’t be sure if this wasn’t normal because I’ve never really been able to get a good look at other boys’ erections. Let’s face it this isn’t something any of us are comfortable with showing in public. Sure we all popped one at times, but we were also very quick at keeping that sort of thing hidden as best as possible. Besides, no boy wanted to get caught staring at another boy’s hard pecker because that could spell disaster in a heartbeat.
My fingers tightened around my thick shaft forcing my already puffed up deep crimson purple colored glans to bloat up even more and within moments I was trying to stifle my grunts of pleasure while I squirted my slimy fertilizer over some of the local plant life. “Uuuumph, uuumph, uuumph,” I gasped watching the sticky stringy yogurt like substance splattering over some of the leafy greenery with my eyes widening in surprise at the more than usual amount I was spilling this morning.
It wasn’t like a whole lot, but still more than usual. With a last shudder, my penis jolted like a recoiling pistol while my nuggets contracted helping to expel one last thin goopy string of clear like cum before softening up with some of the mess getting on to my hand.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, my body still quivering from the aftermath of the moment. “Shit, it’s becoming way more intense.” I whispered quietly to myself wondering if having Marty sleeping so close to me at night was making me hornier and extremely sensitive.
This thought made me slightly uncomfortable because of the implications, and I forced it off to the side not even wanting to contemplate the idea of such a thing. Instead, I focused on my fleshy tube as it became more flexible and rubbery in my fingers now that it had softened up. Running my thumb across the top of my knob I began to feel the familiar tingling sensation. So soon after having my orgasm it remained soft for the most part, chubbing up only slightly, which now allowed my bladder to empty due to the urging of my stimulating thumb across my nub. My body quivered for the second time from the sensation of release and I exhaled in relief allowing the yellowish stream to wash away some of my goopy mess I had spilled on the leaves.
I was just shaking off when I noticed PopPop stepping out of the cabin and on to the porch before setting down a small bundle. He paused for a moment and looked around at the condition of the weather. He had an outside door to his bedroom and I knew he normally took a piss in the bushes on that side of the cabin. Of course we had the outhouse, but let’s face it for guys it was easy enough to simply step up to a bush or tree and take care of our morning obligations. Besides, it smelled in the outhouse so we tended to use it only when we had to.
Feeling much better and shaking the last droplets from the tip of my now soft and spent dowel, I tucked everything away, snapped closed my pants, and zipped up. Looking up I spotted PopPop heading down to the dock with the small bundle in his arms. Sighing, I finished straightening up and followed him down knowing he was planning on heading back into the town of Eelee today since the weather had cleared up. Without a word I joined him down by the dock and helped him remove the protective cover from our small boat checking everything over to make sure it was all good to go. We’ve done this so often anymore that it was now second nature for us, and after about twenty minutes along with a few trips back and forth to the cabin, the boat was almost ready to go.
“Is Marty awake yet?” PopPop asked looking over the boat while I shrugged my shoulders.
“Um…he woke up earlier, but he looked really tired so I told him to go back to sleep. We kept him up pretty late last night with the games and stuff.” I reminded PopPop as he nodded. “I understand, but maybe you should go wake him up so we can head into town.” He suggested with me rolling my shoulders in that typical teenaged fashion of ‘whatever.’
“Sure Pops, but what about breakfast?” I suggested.
“We can grab a bite to eat once we get into town and settled in at the hospital. I need to get him checked into the system as soon as possible Latham. I’m legally obligated to report this. I know how you feel about it, but if we want to help him I have to make sure we do everything the right way.”
“I know PopPop.” I replied nodding my head knowing he was right and seeing relief spread over his features because I understood why he had to do this.
“I’m glad you understand Latham. I’ll be there every step of the way and will make sure nothing happens to Marty. Anyway, why don’t you hurry up and wake up the little scamp.” He teased. “The sooner we take care of this the sooner we can help him.” He suggested with me smiling and immediately running up to the cabin.
“Wake up sleepy head.” I shouted and giggled when I opened up the bedroom door jumping the three steps with my boots pounding loudly on the wooden floor of the room.
In that moment everything changed with my body stiffening up when to my horror I saw the gaunt nakedness of Marty’s bruised and battered body. The smaller boy was completely naked in the process of slipping into the pair of white boy’s briefs I had set out for him to wear. His back was turned towards me and he was hunched over placing one of his feet into the leg openings of his underwear with his butt pointing towards my directions. At first a thrill ran through my body because of his nakedness, but then a sinking nauseous feeling bubbled up into the pit of my stomach. Never in my life had I witnessed something this viciously atrocious as my own fingers began to subconsciously trace one of my own old scars I had just beneath my shirt.
All along the back of Marty’s lower legs and rounded butt cheeks, I detected horrible red welts piled one on top of the other along with countless amounts of white horizontal lines from older scars that were already healed up. The amount of weal scars were overwhelming with them crisscrossing over one another that it became unfathomable how something like this could even happen. There were welts upon welts in various stages of healing. Most of them were already thin white lines having healed, some of them were red, while others actually had scabs on them from the skin having broken open.
If this wasn’t bad enough his entire back was covered in various shades of bruising, mostly on his lower back. Seeing him naked like this now made me wonder just how we had managed to miss all of this in the first place. I mean of course he had been careful about not letting us see him without clothes on, but it still surprised me we hadn’t noticed. The boy had to be in constant pain, yet he never even indicated he was hurting. My eyes took all of this in within a split second before I began to feel that familiar rush inside my head like it was being slammed against a wall. Before I could even defend myself from the familiar onslaught of what was about to happen I felt myself frozen in place and unable to move with everything all around me rushing inwards in a dizzying kind of way that made me feel like throwing up. Everything sank into a kind of dark void with me suddenly zoning out losing all perspective of time and place.
My mind was suddenly thrust into the realm of familiar nightmarish horror with my room fading away replaced by somewhere completely different. I screamed inside my head desperately trying to escape this delusional trance, but it was too late with my day terror taking form and blooming in front of my eyes. It was always the same, a cold damp place, the smell of burning flesh, the horrific screams of pain, and the naked figure of a small boy whose arms were shackled to a beam above his head forcing him to stand upright while he desperately tried to escape. A man with a dark cloth like ski mask covering his face and smoking a thick cigar approached the boy. Even through the holes in his mask I could see the leering smile of the man as he pursed his lips blowing on the burning embers of the cigar getting it to turn a bright red color before pressing it with force into the boy’s chest. A horrific screech of pain erupted echoing along the cement wall inside the cavernous room within the confines of my mind.
There was more to this day terror, but suddenly my mind began to fold inside of itself with reality once more rushing into focus. For a split second everything began to spin around making me lightheaded and woozy. I reached out trying to grab on to something so I wouldn’t fall over and somehow found something solid which helped to keep me on a firm footing. My body shuddered and I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t get sick to my stomach because everything all around me was twirling, rolling, and twisting.
When Marty heard Latham rushing into the room it had caught him by surprise because he was completely exposed and just sliding into the pair of underwear the always upbeat boy had set aside for him to wear. His back was turned towards the animated teen and he knew that Latham could see his bruised and battered body with shame suddenly filling the smaller boy with dread. It was odd because in the beginning it was fear which had made him so cautious about exposing his battered body to strangers. For the longest time his ‘parents’ had threatened him with beatings if he ever let anyone see him naked, and he instinctively knew they meant it, so fear had always made him cautious about remaining covered at all times. This isn’t what he felt now; instead, the sensation of shame took root because he knew the other boy had to be able to see the appalling repulsiveness of his bruised and battered body.
He really liked Latham, having grown very fond of the other boy. From the very beginning the other boy had shown him such kindness without asking for anything in return. When he was wet and cold out in the forest the teen had given him something warm to fill up his stomach and then given up his own sweater and jacket promising to come back for him. To his surprise the boy had done just that, and had paid for it as well because he found out later Latham took a tumble while running for help. The other boy even sang to him when he was frightened after having woken up when he was rescued. It was such a sweet song with the kind gentle boy having such a wonderful voice. It almost made him want to cry because it had tickled his memories of a time from before. Then when they had gotten to the cabin Latham helped the boy to remember his own name and it had surprised Marty at just how genuinely happy this had made the bigger boy.
Afterwards, Latham had then taken him into the other room and with such gentleness washed Marty’s hands and face with warm water. The smaller boy had enjoyed the way it felt to have the other boy touching him like this, but he became a little alarmed because his thingy began to get hard. He felt a mix of emotions when the other boy had left him alone to finish up. He was both relieved and also a bit disappointed feeling a sense of emptiness when he was alone.
The feeling of relief wasn’t because Marty didn’t like Latham touching him softly and washing him, but rather, because he was afraid of how his thingy was getting hard. The other boy had even given him a nice pair of warm pajamas to wear. Then the oddest thing happened once he had finished getting cleaned up and stepped into the other room. Latham had hugged him and at first it frightened Marty, but then a sense of goodness filled him up inside. Despite his thingy getting hard he returned the hug enjoying how it had made him feel. It was a sensation he hadn’t known for a long time now.
Latham then made sure he had something warm to eat before tucking him into bed making him promise to wake him up later if he needed anything. To his horror he had woken up having wet himself, and then had hesitantly awakened the other boy fearing the worst. Instead, the other boy had once more been so kind and gentle removing his filthy clothing assuring the smaller boy he couldn’t see anything in the darkness. Marty knew this was true since he couldn’t see anything either. Latham didn’t even hesitate with washing away the filth off of his body and Marty had enjoyed it; especially, when the other boy had washed his thingy and danglies. It had felt really good and he could feel his thingy getting hard again, but the other boy had been really quick and before it got completely stiff was done. Then the thunder and lightning had made both boys jump in fright. Afterwards the other kid had actually given him a large shirt, which he knew Latham treasured since it had belonged to his father. After helping him into the shirt he allowed Marty to stay in the dry bed not wanting the smaller boy to sleep in the wet one.
The gentle soft spoken boy had then added some wood to the stove helping to keep the room warm and Marty couldn’t help staring at the other boy right where he knew his thingy and danglies were located. He could tell the other boy was bigger than him down there and he got all tingly inside because he liked looking at the other boy. Seeing the other boy in his underwear made his thingy get hard, but he was under the covers so didn’t mind as he continued to stare at Latham. They had then cuddled up together and at first it had frightened him for some reason, but after a few moments he had to admit he enjoyed having the bigger boy close to him in bed.
Later that evening while he slept he was dreaming such wonderful things about Latham with the other boy playing around in his tight white underwear. He could see the large bulge of the other boy’s thingy and danglies pressing against the white material and he felt his own thingy getting hard while he slept. Then to his surprise the other boy in his dreams had approached him and began rubbing his hard thingy. At first this frightened him, but then a tingling sensation spread through his body. The dream felt so real and it was like he could actually feel the other boy’s fingers wrapped around his hard thingy.
Suddenly he felt the wonderful sensation he sometimes felt when he was being beaten by that fat hateful women. It felt much better though than it’s ever felt before and this time he didn’t have the pain that normally came with the tingly sensations. Somehow it made the moment even more intense despite him being asleep. His dream felt so real and he enjoyed it a lot wishing in some ways this was happening for real, but the idea frightened him because he had to make sure no one ever found out about how his thingy got hard all the time.
After the first night both the man and other boy had continued to be kind to him. For Marty it was the first time he could feel at ease without worrying about getting beaten. He knew they wanted him to open up some more, but he just couldn’t take the chance after all this time because in the back of his mind there was always that deep seated fear of things going horribly wrong. Still throughout it all Marty felt himself becoming closer to the other boy and enjoyed being around him. When the other boy looked at him or when he looked closely at Latham it made him tingle all around inside with such a warm kind of feeling. At first it was kind of awkward because no one had ever made him feel this way before, but now it was different. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but he did know he liked it and didn’t want this sensation to end.
Now though as Marty struggle to get into his clothes all of this was about to change. Latham had suddenly burst through the door and he just knew the bigger boy could see his unsightly body. This meant he would now know that he was nothing but a worthless little shit who was a nobody in this world and then everything would change. Being able to keep his body covered meant he could hide the horrible truth from the other kid. A sense of sadness and shame now wiggled its way inside of Marty as he slowly slipped on the shirt a small trickling teardrop managing to escape the corner of his eye. Sighing, he quickly buttoned it up, tucking the soft material inside his pants before turning around. With his head hanging in shame he waited for the other boy to finally reject him shuffling his feet beneath him nervously.
When he didn’t hear anything, Marty slowly lifted up his eyes and what he saw frightened him. Latham was standing rooted in place his face contorted in fear and his eyes all glazed over. On top of it all a small puddle had formed on the floor around the teen’s right foot and he could see a large patch of wetness along the front of the boy’s pants as it traveled to Latham’s right leg and down the length of it. The smaller boy felt really bad now at how his gruesome unsightliness had frightened the other boy so much it made him wet his pants. What really worried him though was the blank gaze as if he wasn’t really here anymore and somewhere else. He sort of understood because there have been moments when he’s done the same thing losing all track of time and waking up finding hours on end had disappeared. Every time this had happened to him he never felt good about it because it had left him lost in some nightmarish place.
Not wanting Latham to suffer like he’s had to endure in the past he cautiously stepped up to the older boy and gently shook him. Suddenly he heard Latham gasping with his body shuddering and dangerously swaying around as if he were going to topple over. Then he felt the other boy gripping on to his shoulders so tightly he winced before blocking out the pain because he knew the other boy didn’t do it on purpose and was only trying to keep his balance. The tight grip lasted only a split second though before it loosened up and only remained on his shoulder for the added support.
Marty’s features slowly came into focus when I slowly opened up my eyes. The poor little guy’s cute rounded face was etched with concern, and at the moment I suppose it didn’t surprise me because of the nauseous like feeling I was experiencing which forced me to squeeze my eyes tightly back shut. With my body quivering and swaying around dangerously I at first thought I was going to be sick, but then everything stopped spinning around and I opened my eyes locking on to Marty’s cute little round face once more. Then I felt it, the odd warm wet sensation along the front of my pants and down my right leg. Glancing down, a sinking feeling hit me in the pit of my stomach.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck.” I groaned immediately letting go of Marty and bending over untying my boot laces.
Kicking the boots off my feet I quickly removed my socks and without thinking unbuttoned my pants removing it and my underwear at the same time letting my pants fall on top of the small wet puddle on the ground to soak it up. Using the dry side of my underwear I quickly toweled off the smelly wet areas up front and on my leg before dropping it on top of my jeans. Bending over I quickly wiped the piss into my already damp clothes and stood back up shaking my head in disgust at what I had done. I was a thirteen year old boy who still hasn’t completely gotten over my day terrors and it now upset me at how I had pissed myself for the second time in all of three days.
“Shit, I haven’t zoned out like that for a few years.” I moaned to no one in particular and shaking my head all upset about losing control like this.
Then something else dawned on me as realization settled in at what I had just seen, which made me feel ashamed for being upset at something so trivial like zoning out compared to what Marty must have been going through. A deep sadness suddenly overcame me and I had to choke off a sob which threatened to overwhelm my emotions. My eyes shifted over towards the smaller boy who stood rooted in place his features expressing shock and his green eyes opened widely in astonishment.
Without thinking I stepped up to Marty needing to hold him in my arms. “Oh Marty I’m so sorry. Who could do such a horrible thing to you?” I hiccupped, chocking back another sob which tried to force its way into the open.
I didn’t want to add to Marty’s grief by sobbing so did my best to hold back the floodgates, which threatened to be released, feeling the smaller boy respond and return my hug. He pressed his body into mine and I could feel his erection along my thigh, but ignored it knowing it was just a typical reaction which boys our age couldn’t control. Even I began to chub up and suddenly it dawned on me that I was naked from the waist down. I started to panic, but then shrugged it away knowing it wasn’t such a big deal. Besides, I’ve gotten dressed and undressed plenty of times with other boys around. Still, feeling Marty’s warm body pressed up against mine and knowing he had popped a stiffie began to affect me as well with my own little man starting to grow and get out of control.
Before it went too far I released the small shy imp and stepped over to my drawers beneath the bed pulling out a pair of sweatpants. I could feel Marty’s eyes watching me closely and didn’t bother turning my back on him not wanting this to become an embarrassing moment for the other boy. Besides, in a way I kind of enjoyed being exposed like this in front of the little guy. I was proud of my body; especially, my boy goods, so didn’t mind if he saw me naked. In a way it made me feel all good about it on the inside. I suppose it would be totally different if I got an erection, but somehow I managed to avoid it with my little fatty plumping up only slightly. It would have definitely been embarrassing for both of us I think had it gotten completely hard.
Without bothering to slip into a pair of underwear, I pulled on the sweatpants covering up my goods before taking a quick look at my shirt noticing it hadn’t gotten wet so left it in place. Not even worrying about socks I slid into a pair of dry sneakers and finally glanced over towards the other boy who was still rooted in place looking adorably cute in one of my favorite outfits from a few years ago. He was wearing a polo style button up shirt with a red flannel pattern that had a pocket over the left chest and sand colored khaki pants. The pants hung low on his waist, and were held in place by a wide tan colored belt. The clothes fit him perfectly, which only managed to emphasize the small yet obvious bulge of his erection. It made my own pecker twitch excitedly and I had to giggle inside because it made me wonder if mine used to be so visible in those slacks a few years back when I used to wear them.
I had never taken notice of it back then, but I was sure the pants had probably managed to show off my own pre-adolescent immature boy goods when I was younger. In a way, I thought it was kind of sexy hot seeing Marty all boned up like that with the outline of his penis pointing mostly in an upwards position and angling slightly towards his left side. Odd I thought to myself because it just occurred to me how maybe a boy’s penis would naturally angle towards one side or the other. I’ve never thought about such things before, but I knew mine tended to angle towards my right when I was all boned up, where Marty’s appeared to angle towards his left side. I mean right now his package was on the right side of his zipper because of the way his pants was situated on him, but his small hard penis definitely angled towards the left. Right below it there was even a small mound like bulge. It had to be the boy’s ball sack and nuggets because I could distinctly make out two little oval shaped lumps in the small rounded shaped like knoll.
“Wow, you really look nice Marty. It used to be one of my favorite outfits until I grew out of them.” I noted with the smaller boy suddenly coming back into reality as he snapped shut his slack mouth and looked down at himself.
Marty’s eyes bulged outwards when he noticed the way his erection showed and immediately covered himself up by crossing his arms over in front. His face flushed red and I stifled a giggle knowing he was embarrassed by having popped a stiffie and the way it showed in the pants he wore. If it had been one of my friends I probably would have teased him about it, but I got the feeling he was very sensitive about that sort of thing. I mean, he didn’t seem too concerned about being touched down there because he hadn’t minded when I cleaned him up the other night in the darkness, but each time he popped one I noticed how he suddenly became overly cautious about it being seen.
So instead of making a big issue over it I simply walked up to him and gave the boy another hug. “I…I’m really sorry about barging into the room the way I did Marty, but I feel even worse about what must have happened to you. No one deserves to be beaten and whipped like that Marty…no one.” I emphasized tears welling up as I stepped back and seriously looked him in the eyes. “PopPop and I knew you were somehow abused Marty…you know…hurt…but this is…I…um…this is way worse than we figured.” I exhaled softly the boy’s eyes searching mine intently.
“I…I just want you to know you can trust us…me and PopPop. That is…I hope you will. I know it is probably tough for you to have faith in others, but we are here for you and aren’t going anywhere no matter what happens.” I whispered softly once more wrapping him up in a gentle embrace feeling the boy hesitating for a few seconds before returning my hug.
Releasing him I stepped back brushing my fingers through his hair and chuckled. “Hmmm, I’m thinking we are going to have to give you a haircut here soon.”
The boy furled his eyebrows lifting his hand up to his hair as if debating. “Well it is just a thought and if you like it long that is fine too. Maybe just a trim then which will still keep it long, but at least it will help you keep your hair from getting all tangled and messed up.” I offered up seeing Marty give me a shy smile which I took as the idea being a good one.
Taking another step back I looked Marty over with the smaller boy blushing at the overt scrutiny, but seemingly not too concerned over it. My eyes settled on his small goods noticing his erection was now gone leaving behind only a small little bulge. His penis and boy sack wasn’t as obvious now, but I could still sort of tell what he had down there. Of course he wasn’t all that big down there to begin with, I mean he still hasn’t entered puberty yet so for most kids in that situation there simply wasn’t all that much going on down there yet. Still, the way he looked in the shirt and pants sort of turned me on, and I could feel my own penis beginning to stir in response to the sexiness of the way I felt about the little scamp. My lustful feeling made me blush now forcing me to tear my gaze away from his still undeveloped goods and look up into his eyes before things got too uncomfortable for both of us while I tried to shake away the confusing emotions.
Giving the boy a hesitant smile I shrugged my shoulders. “You really do look nice Marty. Come-on, we better get going.” I prompted as I reached out taking him by the hand and making my way towards the steps before stopping and looking over at him.
“Um…Marty…about…uh…you know…zoning out and wetting myself.” I began seeing the boy looking at me with a quizzical look on his features. “Anyway, let’s not say anything to PopPop. I mean it will only worry him, so maybe it is best if we don’t tell him.” I suggested seeing the boy cock his head to the side and give me a funny look. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I meant. Just because you can’t speak doesn’t mean you can’t talk.” I huffed grabbing him by the hand and pulling him along into the other room noticing the boy flashing me a quick smile at my comment.
Making my way towards the door of the cabin I had to stop because Marty wasn’t following along anymore. When I turned to find out what the problem was I sighed knowing why he had stopped. The smaller boy headed towards the sink and hand pump picking up his toothbrush. Every morning it was the same thing with him spending about five or ten minutes taking care of his teeth. I was beginning to notice just how ingrained it had become for the boy, so didn’t argue and just let him do what he needed to get done.
“What took you boys so long?” PopPop asked me when we finally stepped on to the dock.
Glancing sideways at Marty I rolled my shoulders in the typical what’s the big deal manner only teenagers could pull off. “Um…you know…Marty had to brush his teeth.” I told him in a half truth which he seemed to accept not even noticing I had changed my clothes.
Well, that is to say if Pops did notice he didn’t say anything about it. Besides, it wasn’t all too far fetched that I would change into something more comfortable since we were heading into town and it could be a long day. Whatever the reason, I was simply relieved I didn’t have to explain anything and noticed Marty not even giving my little white lie a second thought. He simply seemed to accept it in stride as we all stepped into the boat with the smaller boy looking a bit frightened about the prospect of crossing the lake in such a vehicle. I put on a lifejacket before helping him with his and tried to cheer him up by letting the boy know it would be fun on the boat.
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End of Chapter Six: Day Terrors
Coming soon Chapter Seven: A Different Kind Of Storm
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