Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 08
Innermost Demons
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EXCERPT FROM A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORM
Even though it was early both of us fell asleep soon after eating. I don’t know how late it was when I heard Pop’s voice just on the outer edges of wakefulness talking to a nurse.
“No, just let them sleep in the same bed. It isn’t as if Marty is hooked up to a bunch of I.V. lines or monitors. Make sure to tell the next shift they aren’t to disturb the boys since there’s no need to take Marty’s blood pressure or monitor him because we will be checking out of the hospital tomorrow anyway.” He ordered with the nurse seeming to agree and letting him know they’d pass on the information.
A few moments later I felt a blanket settling over me and PopPop’s soft gentle voice. “I’m so proud of you Latham. You did a fine job with Marty. Sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.” I heard him whispering into my ears with me fading back to sleep all curled up with the smaller boy in my arms.
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INNERMOST DEMONS
Marty slept comfortably in the soft bed, but his thoughts kept flittering on the bigger boy who was sleeping right next to him. He could feel the warmth of the boy’s body somehow comforting him even further into a sense of security and well being. For such a long time now he’s always been afraid, yet somehow he felt at ease when the other boy was around. It had been such a horrifying day; especially, once they had arrived at the hospital. There were so many new and strange confusing things making him want to run away and hide. He would have too at the first opportunity, but to his relief Latham had been there throughout the entire day. He had even stood up to those nasty men who had frightened him so much he wet himself.
It had left him feeling ashamed inside, something he hadn’t felt in a long time making him wonder if it was because he didn’t want to disappoint the other boy. Then he recalled the incident earlier in the morning. He had felt bad about the way Latham had felt when the bigger boy saw his nasty marks. The other boy had seemed to go completely somewhere else, and it reminded him of how he would do the same thing when it just got too much for him at times. He felt awful about it, but when the bigger boy had gotten changed it had also sent those tingling sensations throughout his body. He’s never seen anyone naked before, not that he could really recall.
There were fuzzy images from the time before when he was much smaller. Memories from when he used to take a bath with another small boy, but he couldn’t recall what the other boy even looked like much less how he had looked naked, and this with Latham felt somehow different. With the smaller boy from his memories there wasn’t that fluttery sensation he got in his stomach or the tingling sensation in his thingy, but with the bigger boy he could feel it getting hard when he saw the other boy naked for the very first time. He enjoyed seeing the other boy naked and this feeling confused him for some reason.
The bigger boy’s thingy and jigglies were much larger than his, something he sort of suspected, and he couldn’t stop from staring at it. He somehow knew it wasn’t right to study the boy’s thingy and jigglies while he was getting undressed, but he couldn’t help it. To his relief though, Latham didn’t seem bothered by it and had even smiled at him almost as if to say it’s alright, don’t worry about it. The bigger boy did that a lot, telling him not to worry so much, and it was something he began to appreciate about the other boy. It made him feel all better about things. There were so many things he simply didn’t understand, but the other boy never yelled or made him feel stupid about it.
He liked Latham a lot, which made him want to please the other boy. He knew the bigger boy wanted him to talk, and even though he wanted to, for some reason he simply couldn’t do it. Deep down Marty knew he could talk because there was a time he did, but for some reason nothing would come out anymore. At first he had stopped talking because it was safer not to and also because it was the only way he could defy that awful man and woman. Now though, it was as if he would never be able to talk again.
A jostling sensation tugged at the edges of his mind now so he slowly began to stir awake and opened his eyes. It was Latham who had woken him up because he was squirming around in the cozy bed. He could feel the heat from the other boy’s body, which almost felt like that small oven in the cabin. The room in the hospital wasn’t completely dark like at the cabin; instead, there was a soft glow from various sources lighting things up enough to see clearly, but still dark enough so it didn’t bother him while he slept. Now completely awake his gaze settled on the other boy and then flared open with his breathe catching in his throat.
It felt stifling in the room and I suppose this is what woke me up. I was sweating with my body getting all damp, not to mention my sweatpants and shirt were all twisted up around my body. It was why I hated wearing pajamas anymore because in the middle of the night they would get all tangled up around my body becoming way too confining and restrictive. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night in a panic because it felt like I was being smothered, so anymore I slept only in my underwear or nothing at all unless I had a friend sleeping over.
During a sleepover I would put on a light tee-shirt and a pair of shorts and even then I would wake up sometimes in the middle of the night having to straighten out my clothes so it wouldn’t feel so constrictive. I suppose it was kind of strange because I didn’t even bother wearing shorts with Marty around. With my other friends it would have been a bit embarrassing for me to sleep in nothing but a shirt and my white boy’s briefs, but for some reason it was different with the smaller boy. I did draw the line at sleeping naked with him around though because that would simply be too weird I suppose, but then again the thought had some appeal to it making me grin sheepishly at the idea.
Sighing, I shook away the naughty confusing thought and squirming around tossed aside the blanket which had wrapped around me like a cocoon. These sexual notions about other boys lately had me a bit bothered because they were making me feel all horny. Of course Pops had told me all boys sort of fantasize about things which may make them feel a bit embarrassed, but that this was a natural thing because of puberty. I knew he wasn’t just talking about the whole sexual aspects of things regarding naughty kinky kind of sex thoughts, which I suppose we all have, but also the idea of it involving other boys.
Even though he didn’t outright say it, he often hinted at how thinking about boys was a natural thing as I went through puberty. With him it was never really about saying things outright, but in a more generalized way as he pointed out how studies showed this tendency or that tendency where puberty and sex were concerned in regards to boys. Of course there had been those couple of times when he gave me the usual no nonsense sex discussion all parents need to have with their kids, but in general our conversations were typically laid back in regards to puberty and sex. In many ways those more natural kinds of discussions had prepared me for the types of feelings I was having, but it still didn’t prevent me from being a bit confused or concerned about them.
Kicking off my shoes, which for some reason were still on my feet, I already began to feel better as I lifted up my hips and pulled down my sweatpants. I heard the sharp intake of breathe next to me just at about the same time I remembered I hadn’t put on any underwear. My gaze automatically shifted sideways and I noticed Marty’s eyes had flared open in surprise and he was staring unabashedly at my goods. It was the second time I had stripped naked from the waist down in front of the boy without a second thought, but for some reason this time it made me blush. Maybe it was because we were in bed together, which sort of felt a bit more intimate, but it was too late to do anything about it now so I tugged them off my feet and tossed them over the side of the bed.
Not wanting to create a scene over the incident, which would probably make things even more awkward, I sat up and finished what I set out to do. Peeling off my shirt I dropped them on top of my sweats and immediately felt a lot better with that confining panic I had felt going away. Reaching over for the blanket I began to wipe away the sweat from my chest and stomach. I ran a corner of the material under my arm pits and without really thinking lifted it up to my nose and took a small whiff. It was just one of those things I had gotten into the habit of doing lately and I suppose it was a way for me to tell how funky my body was at any one point. I was still hairless under my pits, but I could smell that distinctive musky adolescent kind of sweaty smell. At this stage of puberty my body odor still wasn’t all that potent, but I knew soon enough this would begin to change as well like all the rest of the things.
Reaching between my legs I began wiping away the dampness from my ball sack noticing how it had become particularly elastic sagging so low they bumped heavily up against my butt crack. Using my left hand I lifted up my fleshy pouch to get a better angle wiping away the slickness. The supple skin was silky soft in my fingers and the smooth oval shaped truffles felt large and heavy as if they had been filled with heavy cream. I could feel Marty’s eyes watching me intensely as I now began to wipe away the dampness from my thick soft rubbery peg.
Glancing sideways again, I noticed the mesmerized boy had popped a stiffie with it creating a small tenting bulge just beneath his blanket. The little tyke was so focused on me I don’t think he even realized he had gotten hard. In a way it was weird knowing the smaller boy was studying me so closely and intimately because it was embarrassing, but his intense scrutiny also made me feel all giddy inside. It was kind of sexy hot knowing my body could turn someone else on. Sitting there openly exposed on the bed only a foot away from Marty with my knees spread apart, knowing he had popped a stiffie, began to affect me too with that familiar tingling sensation taking hold between my legs. I could feel my own soft four inch pubescent rubbery peg begin to swell, so quickly tossed aside the blanket, letting it fall on to the floor by my clothes, while I squirmed under the covers next to the other boy making sure to keep some space between us.
If I snuggled up next to the adorably cute boy now, I definitely would pop wood and I didn’t want to risk it. That would be way too weird; besides, it was obvious Marty was very shy about that sort of thing always careful not to let us see him getting hard. Of course he hadn’t seemed concerned earlier today about me and Pops seeing his naked boy parts, but from what I’ve noticed he got all weirded out when he popped a stiffie, always careful to keep it hidden. I suppose it wasn’t overly strange because I did the same thing, but to me there seemed more to it just by the way he reacted when he noticed himself getting an erection. With this in mind I didn’t know how he would react if we cuddled together and he felt me getting hard when our bodies pressed up against each other.
Over the last several nights at the cabin we’ve snuggled up together in my small bed, and I’ve popped a stiffie a time or two, but always managed to conceal it from him. Right now though this felt kind of different because I was extremely horny and didn’t know how I would even react to the situation. The way he had stared at me managed to trigger something primal inside of my young body and I was struggling not to pounce on the boy and do, well, I paused having to think on it because I really wasn’t sure what I’d do exactly. All I knew is that I was horny so who knew where things would lead.
“Sorry I woke you up.” I whispered softly shifting on my left side allowing the covers to settle down over my waist while I propped my head up gazing into the boy’s eyes.
Marty shifted on his right side and like me bent his arm propping his head up on his hand staring back at me before shrugging his shoulders as if to say it was alright. I smiled at him still kind of amazed at how well the two of us were so in tune with each other. More often than not it felt as if I knew what he was thinking and wanted to say.
We both fell silent for a few moments and I studied Marty’s face. It was a pleasing kind of face to look at and beneath his stoic veneer was a very shy and kind gentle soul. My eyes traveled from his poignant green eyes, over his cute small nose, locking on his straight pinkish colored lips. They seemed to tug at me and I badly wanted to lean in and kiss him. The thought of his soft lips pressed up against mine sent a shiver all up and down my spine. I was drawn to the boy like a moth to a flame and I felt myself start to cave into my emotions when the boy reached over, his fingers tracing gently over the scar on my chest. It managed to break the spell, but his light touch made me quiver in delight.
The smaller boy’s expression changed with his eyebrows furling and his intense gaze locking onto mine questioningly. There were such expressive emotions behind his gaze and it made me tremble at the intensity of his scrutiny because it felt like he was reading my innermost thoughts. His gaze finally shifted to once more study my upper body as his fingers ran a circle around my old scar. I realized this was the first time he’s ever seen me without a shirt on, so I guess my old scars sort of made him curious while I became a bit self conscious about them.
Reaching up I wrapped my hand around his small fingers and he looked up into my eyes searchingly. I could tell he was curious about it and there seemed to be a need to know what happened to me, but it’s been so long now that I had pushed away the memories. After I went to live with PopPop and my grandmother it was a long time before I could even walk around without a shirt on. When I finally did other kids would sort of stare at first, but then after a while it wasn’t even an issue anymore with everyone accepting it. Back then one or two of them had become curious and asked me about it, but I always shrugged it away explaining it was an accident which they had accepted and let it go.
The smaller boy’s gaze shifted to the scar right in the middle of the chest, which was about the size of a half dollar, before looking back up into my eyes and cocking his head off to the side questioningly.
“It’s nothing Marty, just something that happened a while back.” I assured the boy as old memories I’ve been trying to bury for years sort of began to take form in my mind.
Over the years I’ve tried to forget that horrible day, and the five days following it, since they had nearly shattered my life forever. This was something I never talked about, not even with my therapist who for years has been trying to get me to open up. Of course we’ve discussed it, but only in general terms because it was something I never felt comfortable about revealing to anyone. Even when friends had asked me about my scars over the years I had shrugged it away and after a while they stopped inquiring.
The fateful day had been like any other, but promised to be a good one. I was eight years old at the time and it was my parents’ tenth anniversary. We had a simple but good life filled with a lot of happiness and joy. Despite growing up in the Foster care system my parents had found each other and made a life together. They never hid the fact from me that they both grew up without parents in their life, and even though they had to endure a hard life from the foster care system, in the end they had still managed to find love. From the time I could understand such things my parents began to let me know in little ways some of their own past.
My mother had somehow managed to sneak into the country from the Czech Republic and didn’t have any known relatives having been abandoned to fend for herself on the streets of Prague. My father went through the foster care system because his mother, my paternal grandmother, was sent away to give birth to him because that is how things were back then. She was supposed to give up my father to adoption and then come home, but refused and was disowned by her parents. She worked and took care of my father the best she could and for a while they were happy, but then died of pneumonia when he was five years old. He was subsequently sent through the foster system because his mother’s parents didn’t want anything to do with him, and they too have died since then.
For some reason back then authorities rarely conducted an extensive search for relatives so his father ended up in the foster care system. My grandfather never new he had a son because the girl he got pregnant never told him and had been sent away. At the time PopPop had a scholarship to a prestigious private school which gave him the necessary tools to go to Medical School and become the doctor he was today. He got married very young while still in college and because of his wife’s medical condition the two of them were never able to have their own child.
Never knowing he had a son from a previous relationship meant he never knew he had me, a grandson, until the Minnesota Human Services and Child Protective Agency conducted a search to see if I had any relatives. Evidently on my father’s birth certificate it listed PopPop as being my dad’s father. My grandfather was the only living blood relations and when Mrs. Wilkerson from Human Services informed him about what happened both him and Nana took me in without any hesitation and slowly a close bond formed between all three of us.
From the very beginning PopPop explained to me how he never even knew he had a son of his own. My grandfather assured me had he known from the very beginning he would have been there and supported my father any way he could. Nana, my adopted grandmother, never held any ill will towards the situation welcoming me with open arms and love which she lavished on me as if I were her own flesh and blood. She passed away from cancer a couple of years after they embraced me into their lives, which had been another low point and blow in my life. Even though she wasn’t my grandmother by blood we had both adopted one another and I knew she had loved me unconditionally. The few years we were together were happy times and it was her and my grandfather’s unreserved love which had saved me from the nightmarish event in my life.
Again, it all came back to that fateful day of my parents’ tenth anniversary when I was eight years old. The two of them were going out to a fancy restaurant that evening to celebrate the event, and since I was a ‘big boy’ now and so well behaved they were taking me with them. It had made me feel proud how they felt I was grown up enough to join them at a fancy restaurant and celebrate this big moment in our lives.
At the time we lived in Texas right along the Mexican border. Both of my parents worked very hard to make ends meet so going out like this was something special. My father was a mechanic at a big manufacturing company while my mother worked as a maid for this rich tycoon type of family. Since both of my parents had to work that day the plan was for me to go with my mom with dad picking both of us up after work.
Finishing up at the mansion my mom got all dressed up and even I got into a nice pair of slacks and button up shirt. My father picked us up and on the way out of the house all hell broke out with masked men suddenly coming out of nowhere. It was total chaos with one of the thugs suddenly grabbing me and hauling me towards a black SUV. When my father tried to protect me he was shot and killed by one of the other masked men who immediately turned and killed my mom as well right in front of my eyes.
Everything became hazy then because the man who had grabbed me placed something wet over my nose and mouth putting me to sleep. When I woke up I was in some sort of warehouse shackled and chained to a bed. My shoes and all of my clothes had been stripped away leaving me in nothing but my underwear so it would be more difficult for me to escape. I could tell it was already dark outside and I was all alone in some sort of cold dank room with no one else around. The horrible memory of my parents being killed came crashing in on me and I began sobbing. One moment we had been happy and the next second my entire life had been shattered right in front of my eyes. I was still young and couldn’t understand what exactly had happened or why anyone would do such a thing. It wasn’t until later that I found out this had all been about mistaken identity.
It was the grandson of the rich family my mother worked for who had been the intended target. When the masked men had seen me exiting the house they naturally assumed I was the little boy who belonged to the powerful family so had snatched me up and killed my parents for being in the way. They figured the family would probably be willing to pay just about anything for the safe return of their only grandchild.
In Mexico kidnapping of rich family members was very commonplace so when this group of hardened criminals entered our country illegally they set up shop and decided to do the same thing on this side of the border. In Texas and other states bordering Mexico it had simply became common place for such individuals to cross over into our country without a care in the world or any hard consequences. At the worst if caught entering illegally, which was highly unlikely in the first place since our borders were so porous, they would be shipped back to try another day. For those who were caught we didn’t even bother with checking to see if they had any criminal background.
As a little boy back then I didn’t understand such things and only knew my parents had been murdered by people who were obviously Hispanic. Of course I knew plenty of decent Hispanic families and had friends from the neighborhood and school who were of Hispanic descent. Of course I knew some of them were here legally while others weren’t. At eight years old I didn’t understand about the politics of things, I only knew these men who had killed my parents were here illegally. At the end of the day though, I was just a little frightened eight year old boy whose life had been shattered all because of mistaken identity by men who shouldn’t have been allowed here in the first place.
The first night I cried and didn’t sleep very much. In the morning I was hauled out into this large open smelly room and looking around I realized the place was an old run down industrial building that had been abandoned. It was a big building with broken windows and a roof which had caved in on itself in some places exposing the outside elements into the large empty space. A masked man kept yanking on my chain forcing me to stumble into the musky open space. My feet began to bleed from stepping on some of the broken glass on the floor and I was crying from the pain of being dragged so forcefully. The man finally stopped and tossed the end of the chain over a beam before roughly yanking on it forcing me to stand on my toes. He left me hanging there for a long time before another masked man came in smoking a thick cigar and carrying some sort of large knife in his hands.
The man leered at me and blew smoke in my face forcing me to choke on the fumes. Smiling wickedly he blew on the end of the cigar with it turning a bright red color and slowly brought it up towards my chest. I knew immediately he planned on burning me and before he could actually carry it out I began to cry with my bladder emptying right in front of the man. He noticed what happened and laughed cruelly explaining in a thick accent that from now on every day my ransom wasn’t paid he’d punish me. He then smashed the end of his burning cigar into my chest, the horrible stench of burning flesh invading my nose while I let out an ear piercing shriek from the intense pain.
The man had kept his word and every morning I was hauled out in front of him with my arms yanked above my head until I was standing on my toes. Then the man would approach with a lit cigar and each time I would immediately piss myself before he even burned me. Not only was the event horribly painful, but also very humiliating because I simply couldn’t help myself. When I saw that cigar of his I immediately wet myself. For the man it had all become some twisted game now which lasted for a whole five days with me pissing myself each time. Even though it ended after five days I was left with five distinct round half dollar sized burns on my chest as a reminder of that hateful time.
On the fifth day I was finally rescued, not by the authorities but rather a ruthless group of thugs in their own right, which the rich people my mom worked for had hired. Now that I’m older I understood it hadn’t been done out of any real sympathy on my behalf, but rather something necessary on their part to send a message to anyone who would attempt such a thing against their family in the future. For them, hiring these people to go in and put people on notice was a win-win scenario because they didn’t have anything real to lose other than some money, which they had plenty of. If I was rescued in the process they would look good, and if something went wrong they could simply claim they weren’t involved pointing out it was probably infighting among the group for money.
In the end I had been rescued and I suppose I was thankful for it. All involved in the plot were brutally killed without a second thought, since dead men don’t tell tales as the saying goes, while the rescuers disappeared just as quickly as they had burst on to the scene. It wasn’t until hours later when I was finally rescued with the authorities finding me still shackled to the beam with the latest burn mark on my chest and barely conscious.
With my parents dead I didn’t have anyone in my life anymore where I belonged. I was all alone and placed into the foster care system. I spiraled into a deep depression and my life became a dark and horrible nightmare. Every night I would wake up screaming and filled with terror wetting the bed. I would zone out in the middle of the day my mind being propelled back to that nightmarish abandoned warehouse and I’d relive my torture. All the other kids avoided me, not that I could blame them, but this affected me too and I withdrew from the world. I lost all track of time until a man came to see me. It was PopPop, and without any hesitation he had wrapped me up in his powerful embrace and welcomed me unconditionally.
The department of Human Services and Child Welfare is a big government entity so the wheels turn slowly, but somehow they had done their job. After an intense investigation into my background they had managed to get my father’s birth certificate noticing a name listed as his father. They traced it back to PopPop who never knew he had fathered a son. When he found out he had a grandson the man immediately dropped everything and came down to take me home with him.
My case was transferred over to the proper authorities where he lived and Mrs. Wilkerson took over. Within days I was placed into my grandparent’s custody for good. Of course my grandmother wasn’t my real grandparent by blood, but she had nevertheless welcomed me with open arms and never held back her love. It was this open and sincere love which saved me in the end from my dismal state. I know my fragile state had been a tough time for my grandparents, but they were patient with me and slowly I crawled out of my dark place and became the loving boy they knew me to be.
“So you see…it wasn’t all bad.” I sighed, hearing my own voice droning on now and completely caught by surprise because I hadn’t realized I was talking out loud to Marty as I continued. “I mean, of course I miss my parents and wished none of this would have ever happened. I’m sure my life would be different, but then I would never have gotten to know I had a grandfather and would never have met my grandmother either. I know she wasn’t my real grandmother, but to me she was and I love her for what she did for me and for who she was…a person with the kindest soul I’ve ever known.”
I’ve never revealed this story to anyone; not my therapist, friends, or even my grandparents. Of course my therapist and grandparents knew some of the story, but not everything. It now appears as if my thoughts had sort of wandered and to my surprise I had actually told Marty what had happened which kind of amazed me. I don’t even know why I told him. Maybe it was because he is probably the only person who could really understand, or maybe it was because I needed him to trust me. I guess in a way if he knew my story maybe he would be willing to open up more to me in return.
“It gets better Marty…I promise.” I told him sincerely as my hand rose up to my chest and my fingers traced over my round scar right in the middle of my chest.
It was the first one that had been burnt into my flesh, and for some reason the one I always traced with my fingers when I got nervous. I felt Marty’s soft hand settling over my nervous tick and I glanced over at him. His green eyes, even in the soft glow of the room, somehow sparkled sympathetically with tears rolling down the corner on to his cute little round face.
“Oh Marty, please don’t cry. It’s alright.” I whispered softly.
To my surprise the small boy suddenly leaned in and wrapped his arms around me holding on tightly with his body pressing right up against mine. I gasped and my body jolted and I could feel the smaller boy stiffen up too as our two suddenly naked bodies pressed up against one another. Marty’s gown must have settled up higher on his torso while he slept because I could feel his soft tight boy tonsils rubbing up against my own sagging purse with his limp penis pressing up against mine which immediately inflated.
My little soldier firmed up immediately standing at attention and I could feel his doing the same thing with it lurching and twitching wildly along my larger length. The sensation of his extremely hard erection sliding along mine was something I’ve never experienced before as my adolescent lust suddenly overwhelmed me.
My arms constricted tightly around the other boy’s body and I rolled on top of him pressing my groin into him and started thrusting my hips. I could hear the smaller boy’s rough breathing and his boyish scent assaulted my senses which sent me into overdrive. His hard penis was about half the size of my own erection in both length and girth, but it felt hot and extremely hard. The feeling inside of me was overwhelming and I could feel the ridge of his glans sliding against my thick knob forcing pre-cum to ooze out from the slit of my glans coating both of our erections and creating a slick like sensation.
Our bodies were grinding together and while I grunted gutturally in an almost animalistic kind of fervor, I detected no sound from him except for his heavy breathing. I could feel my sagging testicles bumping up against Marty’s smooth rounded tightly packed giggle berries each time I thrust my hips forward. His legs were wrapped around my thighs with his ankles locked together behind my butt while my head sagged along the crook of his neck. We were both sweating and I grunted while I ground my groin into his letting the length of my four and a half inch long shaft press up along his much harder and shorter length of perhaps all of three inches yet rail thin penis. It was amazing with all of my senses tingling in this heightened state of arousal.
The scent of the younger boy was overwhelmingly powerful with a sort of sweet yet slightly musky kind of aroma. Burying my nose into the crook of his neck I inhaled him deeply and without knowing why I licked him as well, the taste of his sweat on my tongue making me quiver lustfully. Suddenly the image of his soft penis and tightly packed tangerine like boy bag formed in my thoughts with the memories from earlier in the day suddenly taking shape.
It was too much and I could feel the surge rising deep down in my swollen nuggets with the pressure threatening to discharge. I felt Marty suddenly stiffen up with his hard nail like penis pulsing wildly and that was enough to send me over the edge as well with my own thick electrified conduit spitting out its goopy mess between our writhing bodies.
“Aaaaarph, uuuumph, uuuumph, aaaaaahhhhhh, ooouuumph,” I moaned loudly my body quivering in lustful delight from the rapture like orgasmic release of epic proportions which had suddenly washed over my every fiber of being.
Never in my life had I experienced such an intense orgasm with my testicles now leaping upwards with each contraction. I could feel my bloated testicles tightening upwards before suddenly loosening up and bouncing down on to the smaller boy’s own little cherries every time a spastic seizure rippled through my body. Throughout it all I could feel his two small oval shaped swollen nuggets writhing around when our leathery play pens rubbed up against one another since he was in the grips of his own climactic contortions. Our two bodies continued to writhe around in blissful contentment until I felt Marty stiffen once more and with one final thrust I too seized up before collapsing on top of his heaving body.
I was totally spent and I could feel my wet slimy penis immediately shriveling up like a limp worm while Marty’s remained oddly hard despite the fact he had just climaxed. Trying to lift my head up I glanced at the younger boy and saw his green eyes suddenly flare open in panic. He pushed against my shoulders wanting me to get off of him so I shifted my body sliding over on my side trying to recuperate. The smaller boy immediately rolled on his side facing away with his back turned towards me as if ashamed. I watched a bit sadly now as he folded his arms across his front like if he were trying to conceal himself and what had just happened.
The entire sexual incident had probably lasted all of fifteen or twenty seconds, but was the most intense and wonderful experience of my young life. Now though guilt took over and I began to feel bad about it because I saw Marty begin to shudder. Even though no sound escaped his lips I could tell he was crying and I didn’t know if it was because of the shame about what happened or if he simply didn’t understand. I mean he was still young to begin with not to mention it came off as him being very innocent like about such things because of what he’s obviously had to endure in what I began to suspect as extreme isolation.
I felt bad about what just happened now because this was simply another thing I had thrust on to the other boy which he would have to deal with since it was obvious this was something he’s never experienced. Of course this was new for me too, in regards of doing something sexual with someone else, but at least I’ve experienced orgasms before where I wasn’t sure if Marty has ever had one himself. I might not be sure about that part of things, but I was fairly sure he probably didn’t understand what had just happened. It was probably very confusing to the boy, hell it was confusing for me too and I sort of understood about these things.
“I…I’m so sorry Marty. This is the first time I’ve ever…I mean I’ve never done this…,” I began not knowing what to say so simply reached out and placed my hand soothingly on his shoulders.
The smaller boy flinched from the unexpected touch, but he didn’t reject me and I exhaled softly thankful for that. “I’m so sorry Marty. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just…I…um…,” I hesitated not knowing how to explain it all. “I’m sorry.” I apologized again. “I promise it won’t happen again. Please forgive me?” I pleaded with the boy’s silent sobs slowly going away before he nodded making me sigh in relief.
Crawling out from beneath the covers I stepped lightly down from the bed. “I’ll get something to clean up the mess.” I whispered making my way to the bathroom with my slack undercarriage bouncing against my thighs.
They were hanging really low this evening and it felt kind of sexy hot feeling them bouncing around like this, but right now I shoved those thoughts aside. Stepping into the bathroom I grabbed a small hand towel and adjusting the water in the sink I wet it down before wiping away the sticky mess off of my adolescent boy goods. The goopy mess was all over my front and had made a tacky mess of my pubes, but it came off easily enough with the damp rag.
Within moments I was all sanitized so rinsed out the rag and began making my way towards the smaller boy who hadn’t moved and was still curled up under the covers. Currently, it looked like he was studying his hand before holding it up to his nose taking a sniff. Suddenly I realized what he was doing understanding he most likely didn’t know about a boy shooting his load. It was probably very confusing to the poor little guy making me wonder exactly how much I should try to explain or what I should simply ignore for now. Marty’s gaze shifted towards me and I smiled trying to set him at ease noticing his curious green eyes wandering downwards and latching on to my spent shriveled up four inch worm and low hanging wrinkled up boy kit.
Marty watched the other boy as he slowly padded his way towards the bathroom and stared at his smooth pale butt cheeks. He was confused and frightened about what just occurred. It happened so fast and had caught him by complete surprise. One moment Latham had told him about his horrible experience when he was younger and he had felt bad for the older boy so wanted to comfort him somehow. He understood what it was like and wanted to let Latham know this, but suddenly everything happened all at once.
When their naked bodies had pressed up against one another he felt the bigger boy get hard down there just like he did at times. For some reason it had excited him and this wonderful tingling sensation had ripped through his insides. Before he knew it he was feeling that familiar sensation he got sometimes when the woman beat him with the metal rod. This time though there wasn’t the usual pain with it, only the wondrous sensation he always enjoyed. It had made him feel so warm and fuzzy all over on the inside and he didn’t want it to end, but it had, and right afterwards it left him feeling confused and ashamed. For some reason it didn’t feel right to feel this good without having the pain as well. For the longest time all he’s ever known was pain, even when there was something good to feel about. What just happened left him completely at a loss because all he felt was the sensation of such wondrous goodness filling him from the inside out.
Oddly, it felt as if the same thing had happened to Latham as well with the other boy’s thingy getting hard and his body stiffening up like he was getting those nice tingling sensations. Even the sounds the other boy had made when his thingy began to twitch around indicated he had enjoyed it, all of which added to Marty’s bewilderment. The emotions he was now feeling after it was said and done was too much for him to handle, and all he could think to do was to hide the fact he was still hard down there. He’s been worried for such a long time now about his stiff thingy being found out, and now he knew the other boy had felt it getting hard. Even though the bigger boy had gotten hard too, it was still frightening for Marty to be found out like this; especially, since it was still hard. Even the bigger boy apologizing didn’t seem to ease his thoughts much on it all.
With his hands covering up his hard thingy he noticed something else. There was a slick kind of feeling all over his thingy and danglies. It was all over the front of his stomach and he began to wonder if maybe he had wet himself when all of this happened. It’s been a while since he’s peed himself like this since the woman always beat him for it. This felt different though so he lifted up one of his hands in front of his face running his thumb and finger together. This stuff felt thicker and slimier than when he took a pee and holding it up to his nose he took a sniff. It smelled different from pee too, but before he could investigate more movement caught his attention.
It was Latham holding a small damp towel in his hands. He was curious and couldn’t help himself so let his gaze be drawn towards the bigger boy’s nakedness. He’s seen the boy naked already before, which had made him feel all tingly inside, but this time the feelings he was experiencing seemed much more intense. He could feel his hard penis twitching around excitedly while he gazed at the teen’s danglies bouncing back and forth against the boy’s sleek thighs. He enjoyed seeing the teen naked and was drawn to the thick thingy and sagging danglies.
Marty’s gaze was a bit unsettling for me in light of what just happened between the two of us, but I ignored it and didn’t say anything not wanting to take the chance of upsetting him even more. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I whispered softly reaching for his hand and wiping the sticky stuff off with the damp rag noticing his questioning look.
“Don’t worry it isn’t pee or anything. It’s just something that happens to boys when they get older and hit puberty. I couldn’t help it and squirted the stuff all over us.” I prompted noticing his eyebrows furrow up when I used the word puberty.
“Oh…um…puberty…well…,” I paused trying to decide how to proceed. “Well, it’s just something boys my age start to go through. It’s nothing bad Marty so I wouldn’t worry about it too much right now. I’ll explain it some more to you later. Let’s just get you cleaned up for now.” I smiled softly as I reached over and tossed aside his blanket.
The smaller boy jerked in surprise and immediately clamped his right hand over his left one which was concealing an obvious erection. His hard nail may not be as big like my spike, but it was still difficult to hide an erection. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable about it I started by working around his protective shield cleaning up the goopy mess I could get to with the wet rag. Being so close to the naked boy got me all boned up as well, but I was able to hide it by leaning up against the bed.
“Marty we need to clean you up now…down there…so you need to let go.” I instructed with him shaking his head no and blushing. “It’s alright Marty you don’t have to be embarrassed about your thingy being hard. It happens to all of us boys; especially, when we get older and puberty takes over.” I tried to explain with him frowning again because there was that odd word for the second time, but he still refused to let go shaking his head back and forth.
Taking a deep breathe because this was so embarrassing I took a step back letting him take a good look at my own erection. “See, it happens to all of us. I know it is a little embarrassing and I try to hide mine all the time too, but the quicker you let go the sooner we can get you all cleaned up. Believe me when that stuff dries up it gets all sticky like.” I explained and blushed because the smaller boy was gaping and staring at my hard and plump four and a half inch erection which twitched around and pointed in an upwardly angle away from my small patch of pubes. Even my small grouping of dirty blonde colored filaments surrounding the base of my shaft seemed to intrigue him because he scrunched up his face and glanced back up at me.
“Puberty,” was all I said shrugging my shoulders and chuckling because now it was almost becoming like a joke concerning that whole new word for him, but it seemed to work because he smiled at me and finally let go exposing his erection to me for the very first time.
“Wow…um…I think that looks really nice. Kind of strange how our thingies can get bigger huh?” I asked casually not wanting to let my gaze linger too long on his nakedness because I knew it could get uncomfortable for him.
It was long enough though for the sleek like image of his hard peg to be burned in my memories forever. He was cut like me, but his penis was rail thin making it look longer than its total three inches. When he was soft it had a sort of short stumpy look about it. Even though his erection didn’t make his penis get much bigger, with it elongating a tad more and plumping up slightly, it did transform enough to now give his tube a sort of long sleek look about it. Even his thin cylindrical smooth bullet shaped cut glans added to that sort of typical pre-pubescent immature boy like penis look. Then there was his pasty white smooth skin which had all of these thin blue webbing like patterns just below the surface typically found on most younger boys.
My eyes took it all in quickly and I was starting to get turned on again by the naked boy. He was really cute, and the way it had felt when our bodies rubbed up against one another had been intense. I was tempted to reach down and jack him off, but I knew it would freak him out and I had promised to behave. That was a tall order for an adolescent who was always horny and ready for action at the drop of the hat.
Shaking the cobwebs out of my brains and not wanting to ponder over his hard rubbery stem too much at the moment I got right to work with cleaning him up. Trying to keep this from becoming a sexual type of situation I made sure to keep the rag between his soft fleshy kit and my hand. Running the rag over the length of his hard nail I felt it twitch and noticed the smaller boy’s eyes begin to glaze over despite my efforts of not trying to make this into pleasuring him.
It was obvious that at the moment he was really sensitive down there and all worked up despite having recently climaxed so I shifted the damp towel and began wiping it around either side of his small rounded puffy leathery like bag once more taking note of those blue spidery veins just beneath the surface of his pasty white skin. The boy’s chest shuddered and he seemed to recuperate. Now that he had calmed down I quickly ran the rag over the top of his nuggets one last time before wrapping the rag and my fist around his stiff peg. Swiftly rotating my hand around his sensitive pre-pubescent dowel, the kid immediately bucked, but before the sensation could set him off I was done.
“There see, all done.” I prompted pulling his gown back into place before covering him up with the blanket and smiling at the smaller boy. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” I asked with Marty inhaling deeply and gazing into my eyes. “Feel better?” I asked folding up the damp rag with the boy nodding and smiling sheepishly at me making me chuckle.
“Yeah I bet,” I sniggered knowingly while making my way back to the bathroom.
After rinsing out the hand towel and setting it over the edge of the sink to dry overnight I crawled back into bed next to the smaller boy. We shifted around and to my relief Marty actually allowed me to snuggle up with him. Settling in, we both fell quite for several long moments each in our own thoughts. What had just happened between the two of us kept creeping into my thoughts. Despite the bruises and whip marks all over his body I still thought he was really cute and in many ways I was sexually attracted to him.
My feelings were very confusing and I was conflicted about the way I felt. It wasn’t just the whole idea about being attracted to another boy, but also many other things. Obviously the boy had been physically abused for years now and even though PopPop felt he hadn’t been sexually abused we couldn’t be absolutely sure. I felt guilty now about the way we had sort of gotten sexed up with one another because it wasn’t fair to put this kind of added pressure on the other boy. Then there was the whole issue of not even knowing Marty’s age. I mean in many ways he was still really young, if not physically, then psychologically for sure. Not that he had any intellectual disabilities, but rather his obvious confinement made him very inexperienced about some things. It was strange because on so many levels I got the impression we were missing something important and it kept tugging at the edges of my thoughts.
The silence between the two of us was starting to get creepy, not that he ever spoke, but still it was a bit eerie to the point I couldn’t take it anymore. “Um Marty?” I asked which prompted the boy to shift around in my arms and face me while I shifted my gaze and looked into his profoundly green eyes.
The smaller boy stared back at me and frowned questioningly. “Um…I was just wondering about how old you are.” I pondered seeing him look at me intensely for a moment as if thinking on it.
It seemed kind of strange because I got the feeling he really didn’t know for sure. I could tell it was starting to upset him since he’s been asked several times now so he turned his head looking away from me. It made me feel kind of awful at having even brought it up again so I tried to figure out how to make it up to him and got an idea.
“I’m really sorry Marty…I didn’t know, but maybe we can figure it out together.” I offered, seeing him turn his head back towards me and frown curiously. “I mean do you remember how old you were when you were…um…you know taken?” I asked biting my lower lip not knowing if I was making things worse.
Marty scrunched his face in thought for a moment and nodded his head holding up eight fingers making me gasp because that would mean he had to endure such hateful cruelty for at least three or four years depending on how old he was right now. I couldn’t even imagine the horrors he had to go through for all those years. From what I saw with all the welts and bruising and from what PopPop had told me is that he had been beaten over and over again. I only had to endure six nights of captivity in all and only five of those days being tortured with the burning cigar. He had endured a worse kind brutality for years. I couldn’t help myself as tears began to well up in my eyes and I tried to hold them back.
Then I felt a warm hand stroking my cheek and Marty looking into my eyes with an expression of please don’t cry. “I’m sorry Marty…I…I didn’t know. You were so young…and…and…they hurt you for years.” I let out a small sob wiping away my tears feeling awful now that I had brought this all up.
Small arms wrapped around me and Marty pulled me into his chest letting me cry and get it out of my system. This time we were both careful not to let our lower regions touch, but it still felt kind of strange with him being the one comforting me when it should have been the other way around. After a moment or two I tried to get my composure back nodding my head at him.
“I’m such a blubbering idiot Marty.” I sighed trying to smile at him warmly while the boy looked at me with concern etched over his features. “I’m alright now Marty…it’s just I didn’t realize…,” I shook my head leaving the rest unsaid as I fell quiet for a moment trying to gather my thoughts in how we were going to figure this all out.
The boy waited patiently as if he could tell I was trying to put things together. “Alright…,” I began pausing for another moment to make sure I would get this right. “So you were eight when you were taken right?” I asked with the boy nodding insistently letting me know he was absolutely sure about it.
“Do you remember what month?” I asked seeing the boy looking at me a bit strangely making me realize getting this specific would be out of the question. “Um…never mind. Let’s try this…was it hot or cold?” I asked, quickly realizing this wouldn’t work either because there were too many options at the same time. “Um…what I mean is was it hot outside like in summer?” The boy shook his head no. “Then it was cold like in winter time?” I asked seeing him hesitate making me frown getting another idea. “Alright so it must have been sort of in-between which means either spring or fall. Do you remember if maybe school had just started when it happened?” I asked seeing the boy’s eyes light up nodding his head forcefully.
Managing to figure out such a little thing got us both excited with Marty sitting up urging me on. “Alright so let’s try to figure out when your birthday was.” I began seeing his face screwing up indicating he didn’t know. “I don’t mean like the exact date, but just sort of to narrow it down. So we know you were eight when school began which was in the fall. So was your birthday when it was warm like in summer time and while school was out?” I asked him as he once more smiled and nodded his head. “Oh, way cool, that was easy enough then.” I smiled back nodding my head. “That will help to figure out your age once we finish up.” I smiled amenably trying to figure out my next step.
The boy waited patiently for me to reason out how to ask him the next set of questions as I sort of began to think out loud. “Alright so you turned eight in summertime and a few months later you were taken during the fall months because school had already started. I’m figuring maybe in September or October because it wasn’t winter time yet. Right now we are in April which is spring time because winter is over and summer hasn’t started yet. So do you remember how many winters you went through…you know when it got really cold outside with snow and all?” I asked, wondering if where he had been held captive they even had winter months with snow since there are plenty of places in the US where it didn’t get cold with snow.
The boy screwed up his face in thought for a second before holding up six fingers making me blink thinking he had gotten it wrong. “Are you sure?” I asked seeing him cock his head to the side and nod insistently making me frown in return doing some calculations in my head. “That can’t be right Marty. I mean if there were six winters it means you are thirteen years old going on fourteen since summer is just around the corner. I just turned thirteen last month. It means you are older than me by almost a year and you look like you are eleven years old, twelve at the most.” I stressed seeing his disappointment that I wouldn’t trust him before furling his eyebrows questioningly as if asking what I meant.
We both fell silent for a moment while I tried to find a way to explain what I meant. There was so much to it with just a lot of little things that didn’t seem to add up. I suppose he could be going on fourteen, but that didn’t explain some of the other issues.
“Marty it’s just you are kind of small to be fourteen. I mean it isn’t just your size, but other things like your face and all. You look like you are only eleven or twelve years old. Sure I guess there are fourteen year old guys who are kind of small and all, but you just don’t look fourteen. Then there’s also…um…,” I began and blushed because I didn’t know how to explain the next part noting him frowning at me again wondering why I was having problems with continuing.
“Um…I…shit Marty…the other stuff is kind of embarrassing to talk about you know.” I managed to get out with my cheeks heating up because of what I had been thinking about even though we had just gotten done doing something intimate together.
Marty gazed at me with a blank expression so I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “Well shit Marty, I mean if you are almost fourteen it’s like you haven’t even started puberty yet.” I tried to explain seeing his curious expression because there was that strange word again and he didn’t understand it or know what I was talking about.
“You know like getting hair down there, your penis and balls…um…thingy and danglies getting bigger and all. Also…um…you know squirting, like what…uh…you know with what I just did earlier when the two of us…um…anyway.” I finished in hushed tones glancing around because this was sort of naughty talk about sex stuff and it wouldn’t do to be accidentally heard by someone walking into the room by mistake or something.
The other boy still seemed to be puzzled and I didn’t know what else to do except maybe just show him. Tossing back the covers I exposed my nakedness to him again, noticing how my body seemed to continually interest him. I saw the loose hospital gown in front of Marty begin to stir and he immediately popped a stiffie. Even though we had just gone through the whole thing of me actually seeing him get hard a few minutes back he still automatically hid it with his hands and blushed all the while gawking at my penis. Mine had also gotten hard again and I let him study my erection. Tentatively, I reached over and grabbed the hem of his gown looking up into his face to make sure this would be alright to do. He was watching what I was doing closely, and after hesitating a moment pulled away his hands indicating it was fine.
“Um…I’m just going to uncover you so I can show you what I mean Marty…uh…alright?” I asked with him shrugging his shoulders indicating he didn’t see what the big deal was now that we’ve both seen each other.
Lifting the front of his gown I let it settle around his lower chest and upper stomach so we were both naked. I swallowed the lump in my throat because this really was the first time I was able to truly study him closely even though I had just recently wiped him clean after my unexpected orgasm spurt my boy batter all over him. A few minutes back I had tried not to actually gawk at his endowment, but now, like he was doing to me, I actually took a good long look at the hard thin like digit protruding from his blank pubic mound. I was just as exciting now as a few minutes ago, but this time I could truly appreciate the beauty of what I was looking at without worrying about it upsetting Marty.
“Um…you see Marty…you are still kind of…um…well…small down there and all.” I began seeing him screw up his face and shrug his shoulders as if to say so what. “I mean it’s not a bad thing or anything, and of course everyone is different down there, but most of us guys when we are around twelve years old begin to change. That’s called puberty…well actually it is a small part of what puberty is all about.” I began, looking up into his face with him glancing up for a brief moment as if to indicate he was listening to my explanation before his eyes once more fell on my nakedness making me blush because of his close scrutiny before I continued.
Following his gaze I studied my own teen packet wondering what he was thinking about it. Up until about six months ago mine wasn’t all that much different from the way Marty’s looked now. Once puberty settled in though, I got way bigger and actually almost doubled in size down there. It was as if once it began everything happened so quickly. I suppose like everything else regarding puberty it happened differently for everyone with it taking more time for some boys’ stalks to grow and blossom, while with others it seemed to happen overnight. Within months mine had elongated to about four inches long when it was soft and about four and a half inches when firmed up. Pretty average for a boy my age, but what didn’t seem average was the way my stump had fattened up. It was thicker than most boys my age; especially, when I got an erection.
That wasn’t the only part of my penis which seemed to have matured. Even my knob, which always had a sort of helmet like shape to it, appeared to have sprouted and developed overnight. It had plumped up as well taking on a more defined mushroom like shape. While all of that was going on my pubes began to come in at the same time. At first it was just one or two dainty wispy like filaments and then it was like from one day to the next I had a small bush taking shape on either side of my thick shaft. At this point I now had a small patch of loose curly dirty blonde like colored threads sprouting around the base of my shaft. It’s remained this way for the last month or two without much else changing in the penis, testicle, or pubic hair department for me.
“Well you see when puberty starts we begin to get bigger down there. You know our penis, cocks, stiffies, or a number of other things we call this thing.” I stated as I reached down to take hold of my four and a half inch erection and giving it a good tug noticing it distending in protest. “Also our balls tend to drop and get bigger too.” I pointed out cupping my heavy elastic scrotum sack.
The warmth of us being snuggled in bed together had allowed my undercarriage to relax as I now noticed how it sort of spilled over the palm of my small cupped hand. Even my left testicle was sagging lower than my right one, which it tended to do when my pouch loosened up. I took a moment to roll my teen nuggets around in my fingers showing how my bag was kind of bigger and baggy compared to his.
“Then there’s also our pubes…um…hairs. They begin to grow in. I think I’m kind of a late bloomer on that. What I mean is I was a little older than most of the other boys I know in regards to when they started to get some hairs down there, but once mine started to grow in it happened sort of fast. Now I’m pretty much on track I think like most of the other boys my age in school. Of course there are still a couple of boys my age that really don’t have that much down there yet, but most all of them have at least a few little strands by now.” I added pinching some of my downy like filaments.
“Once those things happen then we also begin to squirt stuff…you know…when we sort of feel good and do sexy stuff. Like what happened to me when we…um…you know…rubbed our…uh…hard thingies together and…um…and I got that sticky stuff all over you…I mean…,” I trailed off because it was kind of an awkward thing to talk about.
Of course Pops had talked to me about puberty and guys having sex with girls and all, but at least I kind of knew about those sorts of things beforehand. With Marty it was like he was totally clueless about sex, a boy’s body, and many other such things. I was beginning to understand just how deeply his abduction would affect many of the simple things in life most people took for granted. There were many every day experiences in life he had been deprived of for so long now, which he would have to learn about.
The boy looked at me and then himself as if he was starting to understand what I was talking about. “You see most boys start puberty around twelve years old and begin to change down there. Of course it’s different for most boys with all of us going through this at our own pace, but Marty if you are going to be fourteen in a few months things are really starting late for you. I mean you don’t have any hair yet or even squirt when you have an orgasm…you know that good feeling you get down there with your body getting all stiff like and your hard thingy jerking around. Most of us start doing that sort of thing when we are around twelve.” I added watching Marty as he compared his three inch erection to my larger one, running his hand across his pasty hairless pubic mound with me noting once more all those fine blue like tributaries just beneath his soft skin.
“I mean it isn’t as if you are really puny down there or anything. Heck, there are a few boys in my class when we take a shower after gym class that I’ve seen have about the same size as you I suppose. It’s just some of the other things though…I mean overall…you know.” I tried to explain because it wasn’t really any one thing about him but rather several including his young boyish features, smaller stature, and also the sexual stuff, all of which pointed to him being eleven years old, maybe twelve at the most.
We both sat there looking at one another’s nakedness before I covered us back up with the sheet and blanket. Marty was frowning as if thinking and I felt kind of bad about the whole age thing along with pointing out how immature he was down there. Most guys are kind of sensitive when it comes to the size of their pride and joy, but as I glanced into his face I got the feeling as if that sort of thing never even crossed Marty’s thoughts. In a way I suppose it wouldn’t have since he didn’t have those types of experiences.
“Marty?” I asked watching as the boy’s eyes focused on me getting a serious look while I bit my lower lip. “How sure are you about how old you were when you were taken?” I asked with him nodding his head insistently and getting frustrated by my doubt. “Alright I believe you were eight years old. How about the number of winters? Are you absolutely sure about that too?” I asked barely managing to get it out before he began vigorously nodding his head with a pleading look on his features as if to say I have to believe him.
We both fell silent while I thought on it a moment. I gave myself some time to try to figure this all out because it just didn’t fit with what I knew about such things. Yet the more I thought on it the more things began to fall into place. After all puberty was different for everyone. Just because most of us began around twelve or thirteen it didn’t mean this was true for everyone. For some it wouldn’t happen until later, maybe not even until fourteen or fifteen years old. Other than the typical teasing from some of the other boys I suppose it wouldn’t be all bad to start puberty later rather than sooner.
“You know Marty…I think maybe you really are thirteen going on fourteen years old. I guess it sort of makes sense in some ways. I mean the whole puberty thing really is different for everyone. Some of it has to do with genetics and other things because of diet. So I’m sure before long your little stiffie will be getting bigger and squirting just like the rest of us.” I tried to tease good naturedly like I did with my other friends by reaching out and playfully snatching at his cute little boy package beneath the covers without actually touching him, but feeling him jerk in surprise as we began wrestling around with me giggling and him smiling giddily yet not uttering a sound.
We settled down and snuggled up together with the smaller boy laying his head against my chest apparently feeling better about our little chat. “Marty…I promise that I’ll never doubt you again. That wasn’t right of me not to believe you.” I whispered.
The boy craned his neck looking into my eyes and smiled. Shrugging his shoulders he patted my chest with his hand indicating it was alright before yawning and closing his eyes contentedly. He really was so damn adorably cute and very sexy hot to boot I reflected, once more wondering where the hell those thoughts were coming from lately as I felt the smaller boy relaxing in my arms and fading off to sleep. I wasn’t exactly sure just how late it was, but the day had been a long one so the boy fading off to sleep this quickly didn’t surprise me; especially, not after having an orgasm.
Marty yawned and simply couldn’t stay awake any longer almost as if what happened between him and Latham had left him feeling drained in a good kind of way. He felt really comfortable snuggled up in his new friend’s arms. That was a word he hadn’t remembered in a long time and in his semi-conscious state he rolled it around in his mind enjoying the sound and feeling it gave him. ‘Friend,’ he liked the idea of having a friend.
Snuggled up in the safe security of Latham’s arms he began to fade away with a feeling of contentment. The last several days he’s slept better than he could ever recall. It’s the first time he’s felt safe in a very long time. Deep down he had always felt his time in this world was numbered, but now there was a sense of purpose and well being. Even his dreams were different lately, more calm and reserved. Wrapped up in the bigger boy’s arms he felt a sense of belonging and this seemed to chase away his nightmares.
This sense of security did have other consequences though, which left him feeling a bit abandoned. Since his dreams were filled with happier thoughts they were now without his loyal specter. The boy like voice in his dreams had always been there supporting and urging him to push through hard times, so now in its absence he felt deserted. He could still sense it in the back of his thoughts, but it no longer came to him in his dreams.
Now as he began to slip deeper into his sleep his thoughts turned towards that voice reaching out for it with yearning. There wasn’t a response but rather a feeling which enveloped him in its warm embrace. He could sense the ethereal boy’s presence even though it didn’t speak to him. Instead of feeling upset about it Marty actually smiled happily in his sleep because he could feel the love and instinctively knew he wasn’t abandoned after all. Somehow the presence knew Marty was in good hands and didn’t need him. The feeling he got from the sensation is that the boyish ethereal voice wanted to assure him that no matter what, it would always be there even if it was just in the back of his thoughts. With that Marty allowed new wondrous dreams to carry him away.
Watching Marty fade off to sleep was kind of sweet. I’ve never done that before and it filled my chest with a sort of peaceful contentment. The boy’s breathing slowed into an even like rhythm with his chest rising and falling steadily. He really was too cute I thought to myself for the umpteenth time. Exhaling softly, I shook my head realizing I just had my first real sexual experience and it was with another boy. Of course it had happened by accident, but I had to admit I really enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind doing more with my ‘older’ friend. The idea of him being a little older and my friend somehow sounded very appealing and made me smile. For some reason with him being older and my friend made the whole sex thing not so bad anymore.
Still, the thought of having sex with another boy confused me though. I mean, I really enjoyed flirting with my girlfriend and she turned me on when we got frisky together, but what just happened between me and Marty a little while ago felt kind of special. Of course I’ve goofed around with some of my friends before; doing the typical kinds of guy things, like talking about sex, checking each other out, snatching at one another, and even jacking off together. However, unlike what just happened between me and Marty though, I’ve never been physically involved with any of them in that kind of sexual way. Even the jacking off together part was with us all being under separate bed covers and only touching ourselves not each other.
Marty had kind of reacted strangely to what happened, and in a way I sort of understood now since he really didn’t know what sex was about and all, but deep down there seemed more to it than just him being naïve about sex. I could tell he had enjoyed it, but there was something about the way he had reacted to the pleasure which seemed off to me. I couldn’t quite understand, but I got the feeling it had to do with his physical abuse. It was something I wanted to find out more about because I really liked Marty and wanted him to be happy. I wouldn’t force him to do anything he was uncomfortable with, but there was something in the back of my mind telling me it was important to find out what was bothering him about getting those sexual feelings.
Just like everything else regarding Marty, I knew getting to the bottom of this would probably take some doing, but looking back I suppose we’ve already come a long ways with piecing things together. The two of us had something special, a sort of unspoken bond, and I’m sure somewhere along the line it will all come out, just like the way I had revealed my innermost demons to the other boy.
Snuggling further up under the covers, Marty shifted in his sleep, turning over so I spooned up tightly next to him allowing my head to settle in the crook of his neck. Inhaling deeply I could smell the sweet innocence of the boy’s essence, and it made me tremble and sniffle sadly. The thought of anyone hurting such an innocent little boy was heartbreaking and frightening. I instinctively wrapped my arms around the other boy protectively, and closed my eyes rapidly fading off to sleep. Even though the smaller boy was older than me, I slipped into a land filled with cheerful thoughts where Marty could play and simply be a happy little kid. To me he would always be a small fragile little boy who was sweet and special.
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End of Chapter Eight: Innermost Demons
Coming soon Chapter Nine: Missed Opportunities & Regrets
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EXCERPT FROM A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORM
Even though it was early both of us fell asleep soon after eating. I don’t know how late it was when I heard Pop’s voice just on the outer edges of wakefulness talking to a nurse.
“No, just let them sleep in the same bed. It isn’t as if Marty is hooked up to a bunch of I.V. lines or monitors. Make sure to tell the next shift they aren’t to disturb the boys since there’s no need to take Marty’s blood pressure or monitor him because we will be checking out of the hospital tomorrow anyway.” He ordered with the nurse seeming to agree and letting him know they’d pass on the information.
A few moments later I felt a blanket settling over me and PopPop’s soft gentle voice. “I’m so proud of you Latham. You did a fine job with Marty. Sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.” I heard him whispering into my ears with me fading back to sleep all curled up with the smaller boy in my arms.
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INNERMOST DEMONS
Marty slept comfortably in the soft bed, but his thoughts kept flittering on the bigger boy who was sleeping right next to him. He could feel the warmth of the boy’s body somehow comforting him even further into a sense of security and well being. For such a long time now he’s always been afraid, yet somehow he felt at ease when the other boy was around. It had been such a horrifying day; especially, once they had arrived at the hospital. There were so many new and strange confusing things making him want to run away and hide. He would have too at the first opportunity, but to his relief Latham had been there throughout the entire day. He had even stood up to those nasty men who had frightened him so much he wet himself.
It had left him feeling ashamed inside, something he hadn’t felt in a long time making him wonder if it was because he didn’t want to disappoint the other boy. Then he recalled the incident earlier in the morning. He had felt bad about the way Latham had felt when the bigger boy saw his nasty marks. The other boy had seemed to go completely somewhere else, and it reminded him of how he would do the same thing when it just got too much for him at times. He felt awful about it, but when the bigger boy had gotten changed it had also sent those tingling sensations throughout his body. He’s never seen anyone naked before, not that he could really recall.
There were fuzzy images from the time before when he was much smaller. Memories from when he used to take a bath with another small boy, but he couldn’t recall what the other boy even looked like much less how he had looked naked, and this with Latham felt somehow different. With the smaller boy from his memories there wasn’t that fluttery sensation he got in his stomach or the tingling sensation in his thingy, but with the bigger boy he could feel it getting hard when he saw the other boy naked for the very first time. He enjoyed seeing the other boy naked and this feeling confused him for some reason.
The bigger boy’s thingy and jigglies were much larger than his, something he sort of suspected, and he couldn’t stop from staring at it. He somehow knew it wasn’t right to study the boy’s thingy and jigglies while he was getting undressed, but he couldn’t help it. To his relief though, Latham didn’t seem bothered by it and had even smiled at him almost as if to say it’s alright, don’t worry about it. The bigger boy did that a lot, telling him not to worry so much, and it was something he began to appreciate about the other boy. It made him feel all better about things. There were so many things he simply didn’t understand, but the other boy never yelled or made him feel stupid about it.
He liked Latham a lot, which made him want to please the other boy. He knew the bigger boy wanted him to talk, and even though he wanted to, for some reason he simply couldn’t do it. Deep down Marty knew he could talk because there was a time he did, but for some reason nothing would come out anymore. At first he had stopped talking because it was safer not to and also because it was the only way he could defy that awful man and woman. Now though, it was as if he would never be able to talk again.
A jostling sensation tugged at the edges of his mind now so he slowly began to stir awake and opened his eyes. It was Latham who had woken him up because he was squirming around in the cozy bed. He could feel the heat from the other boy’s body, which almost felt like that small oven in the cabin. The room in the hospital wasn’t completely dark like at the cabin; instead, there was a soft glow from various sources lighting things up enough to see clearly, but still dark enough so it didn’t bother him while he slept. Now completely awake his gaze settled on the other boy and then flared open with his breathe catching in his throat.
It felt stifling in the room and I suppose this is what woke me up. I was sweating with my body getting all damp, not to mention my sweatpants and shirt were all twisted up around my body. It was why I hated wearing pajamas anymore because in the middle of the night they would get all tangled up around my body becoming way too confining and restrictive. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night in a panic because it felt like I was being smothered, so anymore I slept only in my underwear or nothing at all unless I had a friend sleeping over.
During a sleepover I would put on a light tee-shirt and a pair of shorts and even then I would wake up sometimes in the middle of the night having to straighten out my clothes so it wouldn’t feel so constrictive. I suppose it was kind of strange because I didn’t even bother wearing shorts with Marty around. With my other friends it would have been a bit embarrassing for me to sleep in nothing but a shirt and my white boy’s briefs, but for some reason it was different with the smaller boy. I did draw the line at sleeping naked with him around though because that would simply be too weird I suppose, but then again the thought had some appeal to it making me grin sheepishly at the idea.
Sighing, I shook away the naughty confusing thought and squirming around tossed aside the blanket which had wrapped around me like a cocoon. These sexual notions about other boys lately had me a bit bothered because they were making me feel all horny. Of course Pops had told me all boys sort of fantasize about things which may make them feel a bit embarrassed, but that this was a natural thing because of puberty. I knew he wasn’t just talking about the whole sexual aspects of things regarding naughty kinky kind of sex thoughts, which I suppose we all have, but also the idea of it involving other boys.
Even though he didn’t outright say it, he often hinted at how thinking about boys was a natural thing as I went through puberty. With him it was never really about saying things outright, but in a more generalized way as he pointed out how studies showed this tendency or that tendency where puberty and sex were concerned in regards to boys. Of course there had been those couple of times when he gave me the usual no nonsense sex discussion all parents need to have with their kids, but in general our conversations were typically laid back in regards to puberty and sex. In many ways those more natural kinds of discussions had prepared me for the types of feelings I was having, but it still didn’t prevent me from being a bit confused or concerned about them.
Kicking off my shoes, which for some reason were still on my feet, I already began to feel better as I lifted up my hips and pulled down my sweatpants. I heard the sharp intake of breathe next to me just at about the same time I remembered I hadn’t put on any underwear. My gaze automatically shifted sideways and I noticed Marty’s eyes had flared open in surprise and he was staring unabashedly at my goods. It was the second time I had stripped naked from the waist down in front of the boy without a second thought, but for some reason this time it made me blush. Maybe it was because we were in bed together, which sort of felt a bit more intimate, but it was too late to do anything about it now so I tugged them off my feet and tossed them over the side of the bed.
Not wanting to create a scene over the incident, which would probably make things even more awkward, I sat up and finished what I set out to do. Peeling off my shirt I dropped them on top of my sweats and immediately felt a lot better with that confining panic I had felt going away. Reaching over for the blanket I began to wipe away the sweat from my chest and stomach. I ran a corner of the material under my arm pits and without really thinking lifted it up to my nose and took a small whiff. It was just one of those things I had gotten into the habit of doing lately and I suppose it was a way for me to tell how funky my body was at any one point. I was still hairless under my pits, but I could smell that distinctive musky adolescent kind of sweaty smell. At this stage of puberty my body odor still wasn’t all that potent, but I knew soon enough this would begin to change as well like all the rest of the things.
Reaching between my legs I began wiping away the dampness from my ball sack noticing how it had become particularly elastic sagging so low they bumped heavily up against my butt crack. Using my left hand I lifted up my fleshy pouch to get a better angle wiping away the slickness. The supple skin was silky soft in my fingers and the smooth oval shaped truffles felt large and heavy as if they had been filled with heavy cream. I could feel Marty’s eyes watching me intensely as I now began to wipe away the dampness from my thick soft rubbery peg.
Glancing sideways again, I noticed the mesmerized boy had popped a stiffie with it creating a small tenting bulge just beneath his blanket. The little tyke was so focused on me I don’t think he even realized he had gotten hard. In a way it was weird knowing the smaller boy was studying me so closely and intimately because it was embarrassing, but his intense scrutiny also made me feel all giddy inside. It was kind of sexy hot knowing my body could turn someone else on. Sitting there openly exposed on the bed only a foot away from Marty with my knees spread apart, knowing he had popped a stiffie, began to affect me too with that familiar tingling sensation taking hold between my legs. I could feel my own soft four inch pubescent rubbery peg begin to swell, so quickly tossed aside the blanket, letting it fall on to the floor by my clothes, while I squirmed under the covers next to the other boy making sure to keep some space between us.
If I snuggled up next to the adorably cute boy now, I definitely would pop wood and I didn’t want to risk it. That would be way too weird; besides, it was obvious Marty was very shy about that sort of thing always careful not to let us see him getting hard. Of course he hadn’t seemed concerned earlier today about me and Pops seeing his naked boy parts, but from what I’ve noticed he got all weirded out when he popped a stiffie, always careful to keep it hidden. I suppose it wasn’t overly strange because I did the same thing, but to me there seemed more to it just by the way he reacted when he noticed himself getting an erection. With this in mind I didn’t know how he would react if we cuddled together and he felt me getting hard when our bodies pressed up against each other.
Over the last several nights at the cabin we’ve snuggled up together in my small bed, and I’ve popped a stiffie a time or two, but always managed to conceal it from him. Right now though this felt kind of different because I was extremely horny and didn’t know how I would even react to the situation. The way he had stared at me managed to trigger something primal inside of my young body and I was struggling not to pounce on the boy and do, well, I paused having to think on it because I really wasn’t sure what I’d do exactly. All I knew is that I was horny so who knew where things would lead.
“Sorry I woke you up.” I whispered softly shifting on my left side allowing the covers to settle down over my waist while I propped my head up gazing into the boy’s eyes.
Marty shifted on his right side and like me bent his arm propping his head up on his hand staring back at me before shrugging his shoulders as if to say it was alright. I smiled at him still kind of amazed at how well the two of us were so in tune with each other. More often than not it felt as if I knew what he was thinking and wanted to say.
We both fell silent for a few moments and I studied Marty’s face. It was a pleasing kind of face to look at and beneath his stoic veneer was a very shy and kind gentle soul. My eyes traveled from his poignant green eyes, over his cute small nose, locking on his straight pinkish colored lips. They seemed to tug at me and I badly wanted to lean in and kiss him. The thought of his soft lips pressed up against mine sent a shiver all up and down my spine. I was drawn to the boy like a moth to a flame and I felt myself start to cave into my emotions when the boy reached over, his fingers tracing gently over the scar on my chest. It managed to break the spell, but his light touch made me quiver in delight.
The smaller boy’s expression changed with his eyebrows furling and his intense gaze locking onto mine questioningly. There were such expressive emotions behind his gaze and it made me tremble at the intensity of his scrutiny because it felt like he was reading my innermost thoughts. His gaze finally shifted to once more study my upper body as his fingers ran a circle around my old scar. I realized this was the first time he’s ever seen me without a shirt on, so I guess my old scars sort of made him curious while I became a bit self conscious about them.
Reaching up I wrapped my hand around his small fingers and he looked up into my eyes searchingly. I could tell he was curious about it and there seemed to be a need to know what happened to me, but it’s been so long now that I had pushed away the memories. After I went to live with PopPop and my grandmother it was a long time before I could even walk around without a shirt on. When I finally did other kids would sort of stare at first, but then after a while it wasn’t even an issue anymore with everyone accepting it. Back then one or two of them had become curious and asked me about it, but I always shrugged it away explaining it was an accident which they had accepted and let it go.
The smaller boy’s gaze shifted to the scar right in the middle of the chest, which was about the size of a half dollar, before looking back up into my eyes and cocking his head off to the side questioningly.
“It’s nothing Marty, just something that happened a while back.” I assured the boy as old memories I’ve been trying to bury for years sort of began to take form in my mind.
Over the years I’ve tried to forget that horrible day, and the five days following it, since they had nearly shattered my life forever. This was something I never talked about, not even with my therapist who for years has been trying to get me to open up. Of course we’ve discussed it, but only in general terms because it was something I never felt comfortable about revealing to anyone. Even when friends had asked me about my scars over the years I had shrugged it away and after a while they stopped inquiring.
The fateful day had been like any other, but promised to be a good one. I was eight years old at the time and it was my parents’ tenth anniversary. We had a simple but good life filled with a lot of happiness and joy. Despite growing up in the Foster care system my parents had found each other and made a life together. They never hid the fact from me that they both grew up without parents in their life, and even though they had to endure a hard life from the foster care system, in the end they had still managed to find love. From the time I could understand such things my parents began to let me know in little ways some of their own past.
My mother had somehow managed to sneak into the country from the Czech Republic and didn’t have any known relatives having been abandoned to fend for herself on the streets of Prague. My father went through the foster care system because his mother, my paternal grandmother, was sent away to give birth to him because that is how things were back then. She was supposed to give up my father to adoption and then come home, but refused and was disowned by her parents. She worked and took care of my father the best she could and for a while they were happy, but then died of pneumonia when he was five years old. He was subsequently sent through the foster system because his mother’s parents didn’t want anything to do with him, and they too have died since then.
For some reason back then authorities rarely conducted an extensive search for relatives so his father ended up in the foster care system. My grandfather never new he had a son because the girl he got pregnant never told him and had been sent away. At the time PopPop had a scholarship to a prestigious private school which gave him the necessary tools to go to Medical School and become the doctor he was today. He got married very young while still in college and because of his wife’s medical condition the two of them were never able to have their own child.
Never knowing he had a son from a previous relationship meant he never knew he had me, a grandson, until the Minnesota Human Services and Child Protective Agency conducted a search to see if I had any relatives. Evidently on my father’s birth certificate it listed PopPop as being my dad’s father. My grandfather was the only living blood relations and when Mrs. Wilkerson from Human Services informed him about what happened both him and Nana took me in without any hesitation and slowly a close bond formed between all three of us.
From the very beginning PopPop explained to me how he never even knew he had a son of his own. My grandfather assured me had he known from the very beginning he would have been there and supported my father any way he could. Nana, my adopted grandmother, never held any ill will towards the situation welcoming me with open arms and love which she lavished on me as if I were her own flesh and blood. She passed away from cancer a couple of years after they embraced me into their lives, which had been another low point and blow in my life. Even though she wasn’t my grandmother by blood we had both adopted one another and I knew she had loved me unconditionally. The few years we were together were happy times and it was her and my grandfather’s unreserved love which had saved me from the nightmarish event in my life.
Again, it all came back to that fateful day of my parents’ tenth anniversary when I was eight years old. The two of them were going out to a fancy restaurant that evening to celebrate the event, and since I was a ‘big boy’ now and so well behaved they were taking me with them. It had made me feel proud how they felt I was grown up enough to join them at a fancy restaurant and celebrate this big moment in our lives.
At the time we lived in Texas right along the Mexican border. Both of my parents worked very hard to make ends meet so going out like this was something special. My father was a mechanic at a big manufacturing company while my mother worked as a maid for this rich tycoon type of family. Since both of my parents had to work that day the plan was for me to go with my mom with dad picking both of us up after work.
Finishing up at the mansion my mom got all dressed up and even I got into a nice pair of slacks and button up shirt. My father picked us up and on the way out of the house all hell broke out with masked men suddenly coming out of nowhere. It was total chaos with one of the thugs suddenly grabbing me and hauling me towards a black SUV. When my father tried to protect me he was shot and killed by one of the other masked men who immediately turned and killed my mom as well right in front of my eyes.
Everything became hazy then because the man who had grabbed me placed something wet over my nose and mouth putting me to sleep. When I woke up I was in some sort of warehouse shackled and chained to a bed. My shoes and all of my clothes had been stripped away leaving me in nothing but my underwear so it would be more difficult for me to escape. I could tell it was already dark outside and I was all alone in some sort of cold dank room with no one else around. The horrible memory of my parents being killed came crashing in on me and I began sobbing. One moment we had been happy and the next second my entire life had been shattered right in front of my eyes. I was still young and couldn’t understand what exactly had happened or why anyone would do such a thing. It wasn’t until later that I found out this had all been about mistaken identity.
It was the grandson of the rich family my mother worked for who had been the intended target. When the masked men had seen me exiting the house they naturally assumed I was the little boy who belonged to the powerful family so had snatched me up and killed my parents for being in the way. They figured the family would probably be willing to pay just about anything for the safe return of their only grandchild.
In Mexico kidnapping of rich family members was very commonplace so when this group of hardened criminals entered our country illegally they set up shop and decided to do the same thing on this side of the border. In Texas and other states bordering Mexico it had simply became common place for such individuals to cross over into our country without a care in the world or any hard consequences. At the worst if caught entering illegally, which was highly unlikely in the first place since our borders were so porous, they would be shipped back to try another day. For those who were caught we didn’t even bother with checking to see if they had any criminal background.
As a little boy back then I didn’t understand such things and only knew my parents had been murdered by people who were obviously Hispanic. Of course I knew plenty of decent Hispanic families and had friends from the neighborhood and school who were of Hispanic descent. Of course I knew some of them were here legally while others weren’t. At eight years old I didn’t understand about the politics of things, I only knew these men who had killed my parents were here illegally. At the end of the day though, I was just a little frightened eight year old boy whose life had been shattered all because of mistaken identity by men who shouldn’t have been allowed here in the first place.
The first night I cried and didn’t sleep very much. In the morning I was hauled out into this large open smelly room and looking around I realized the place was an old run down industrial building that had been abandoned. It was a big building with broken windows and a roof which had caved in on itself in some places exposing the outside elements into the large empty space. A masked man kept yanking on my chain forcing me to stumble into the musky open space. My feet began to bleed from stepping on some of the broken glass on the floor and I was crying from the pain of being dragged so forcefully. The man finally stopped and tossed the end of the chain over a beam before roughly yanking on it forcing me to stand on my toes. He left me hanging there for a long time before another masked man came in smoking a thick cigar and carrying some sort of large knife in his hands.
The man leered at me and blew smoke in my face forcing me to choke on the fumes. Smiling wickedly he blew on the end of the cigar with it turning a bright red color and slowly brought it up towards my chest. I knew immediately he planned on burning me and before he could actually carry it out I began to cry with my bladder emptying right in front of the man. He noticed what happened and laughed cruelly explaining in a thick accent that from now on every day my ransom wasn’t paid he’d punish me. He then smashed the end of his burning cigar into my chest, the horrible stench of burning flesh invading my nose while I let out an ear piercing shriek from the intense pain.
The man had kept his word and every morning I was hauled out in front of him with my arms yanked above my head until I was standing on my toes. Then the man would approach with a lit cigar and each time I would immediately piss myself before he even burned me. Not only was the event horribly painful, but also very humiliating because I simply couldn’t help myself. When I saw that cigar of his I immediately wet myself. For the man it had all become some twisted game now which lasted for a whole five days with me pissing myself each time. Even though it ended after five days I was left with five distinct round half dollar sized burns on my chest as a reminder of that hateful time.
On the fifth day I was finally rescued, not by the authorities but rather a ruthless group of thugs in their own right, which the rich people my mom worked for had hired. Now that I’m older I understood it hadn’t been done out of any real sympathy on my behalf, but rather something necessary on their part to send a message to anyone who would attempt such a thing against their family in the future. For them, hiring these people to go in and put people on notice was a win-win scenario because they didn’t have anything real to lose other than some money, which they had plenty of. If I was rescued in the process they would look good, and if something went wrong they could simply claim they weren’t involved pointing out it was probably infighting among the group for money.
In the end I had been rescued and I suppose I was thankful for it. All involved in the plot were brutally killed without a second thought, since dead men don’t tell tales as the saying goes, while the rescuers disappeared just as quickly as they had burst on to the scene. It wasn’t until hours later when I was finally rescued with the authorities finding me still shackled to the beam with the latest burn mark on my chest and barely conscious.
With my parents dead I didn’t have anyone in my life anymore where I belonged. I was all alone and placed into the foster care system. I spiraled into a deep depression and my life became a dark and horrible nightmare. Every night I would wake up screaming and filled with terror wetting the bed. I would zone out in the middle of the day my mind being propelled back to that nightmarish abandoned warehouse and I’d relive my torture. All the other kids avoided me, not that I could blame them, but this affected me too and I withdrew from the world. I lost all track of time until a man came to see me. It was PopPop, and without any hesitation he had wrapped me up in his powerful embrace and welcomed me unconditionally.
The department of Human Services and Child Welfare is a big government entity so the wheels turn slowly, but somehow they had done their job. After an intense investigation into my background they had managed to get my father’s birth certificate noticing a name listed as his father. They traced it back to PopPop who never knew he had fathered a son. When he found out he had a grandson the man immediately dropped everything and came down to take me home with him.
My case was transferred over to the proper authorities where he lived and Mrs. Wilkerson took over. Within days I was placed into my grandparent’s custody for good. Of course my grandmother wasn’t my real grandparent by blood, but she had nevertheless welcomed me with open arms and never held back her love. It was this open and sincere love which saved me in the end from my dismal state. I know my fragile state had been a tough time for my grandparents, but they were patient with me and slowly I crawled out of my dark place and became the loving boy they knew me to be.
“So you see…it wasn’t all bad.” I sighed, hearing my own voice droning on now and completely caught by surprise because I hadn’t realized I was talking out loud to Marty as I continued. “I mean, of course I miss my parents and wished none of this would have ever happened. I’m sure my life would be different, but then I would never have gotten to know I had a grandfather and would never have met my grandmother either. I know she wasn’t my real grandmother, but to me she was and I love her for what she did for me and for who she was…a person with the kindest soul I’ve ever known.”
I’ve never revealed this story to anyone; not my therapist, friends, or even my grandparents. Of course my therapist and grandparents knew some of the story, but not everything. It now appears as if my thoughts had sort of wandered and to my surprise I had actually told Marty what had happened which kind of amazed me. I don’t even know why I told him. Maybe it was because he is probably the only person who could really understand, or maybe it was because I needed him to trust me. I guess in a way if he knew my story maybe he would be willing to open up more to me in return.
“It gets better Marty…I promise.” I told him sincerely as my hand rose up to my chest and my fingers traced over my round scar right in the middle of my chest.
It was the first one that had been burnt into my flesh, and for some reason the one I always traced with my fingers when I got nervous. I felt Marty’s soft hand settling over my nervous tick and I glanced over at him. His green eyes, even in the soft glow of the room, somehow sparkled sympathetically with tears rolling down the corner on to his cute little round face.
“Oh Marty, please don’t cry. It’s alright.” I whispered softly.
To my surprise the small boy suddenly leaned in and wrapped his arms around me holding on tightly with his body pressing right up against mine. I gasped and my body jolted and I could feel the smaller boy stiffen up too as our two suddenly naked bodies pressed up against one another. Marty’s gown must have settled up higher on his torso while he slept because I could feel his soft tight boy tonsils rubbing up against my own sagging purse with his limp penis pressing up against mine which immediately inflated.
My little soldier firmed up immediately standing at attention and I could feel his doing the same thing with it lurching and twitching wildly along my larger length. The sensation of his extremely hard erection sliding along mine was something I’ve never experienced before as my adolescent lust suddenly overwhelmed me.
My arms constricted tightly around the other boy’s body and I rolled on top of him pressing my groin into him and started thrusting my hips. I could hear the smaller boy’s rough breathing and his boyish scent assaulted my senses which sent me into overdrive. His hard penis was about half the size of my own erection in both length and girth, but it felt hot and extremely hard. The feeling inside of me was overwhelming and I could feel the ridge of his glans sliding against my thick knob forcing pre-cum to ooze out from the slit of my glans coating both of our erections and creating a slick like sensation.
Our bodies were grinding together and while I grunted gutturally in an almost animalistic kind of fervor, I detected no sound from him except for his heavy breathing. I could feel my sagging testicles bumping up against Marty’s smooth rounded tightly packed giggle berries each time I thrust my hips forward. His legs were wrapped around my thighs with his ankles locked together behind my butt while my head sagged along the crook of his neck. We were both sweating and I grunted while I ground my groin into his letting the length of my four and a half inch long shaft press up along his much harder and shorter length of perhaps all of three inches yet rail thin penis. It was amazing with all of my senses tingling in this heightened state of arousal.
The scent of the younger boy was overwhelmingly powerful with a sort of sweet yet slightly musky kind of aroma. Burying my nose into the crook of his neck I inhaled him deeply and without knowing why I licked him as well, the taste of his sweat on my tongue making me quiver lustfully. Suddenly the image of his soft penis and tightly packed tangerine like boy bag formed in my thoughts with the memories from earlier in the day suddenly taking shape.
It was too much and I could feel the surge rising deep down in my swollen nuggets with the pressure threatening to discharge. I felt Marty suddenly stiffen up with his hard nail like penis pulsing wildly and that was enough to send me over the edge as well with my own thick electrified conduit spitting out its goopy mess between our writhing bodies.
“Aaaaarph, uuuumph, uuuumph, aaaaaahhhhhh, ooouuumph,” I moaned loudly my body quivering in lustful delight from the rapture like orgasmic release of epic proportions which had suddenly washed over my every fiber of being.
Never in my life had I experienced such an intense orgasm with my testicles now leaping upwards with each contraction. I could feel my bloated testicles tightening upwards before suddenly loosening up and bouncing down on to the smaller boy’s own little cherries every time a spastic seizure rippled through my body. Throughout it all I could feel his two small oval shaped swollen nuggets writhing around when our leathery play pens rubbed up against one another since he was in the grips of his own climactic contortions. Our two bodies continued to writhe around in blissful contentment until I felt Marty stiffen once more and with one final thrust I too seized up before collapsing on top of his heaving body.
I was totally spent and I could feel my wet slimy penis immediately shriveling up like a limp worm while Marty’s remained oddly hard despite the fact he had just climaxed. Trying to lift my head up I glanced at the younger boy and saw his green eyes suddenly flare open in panic. He pushed against my shoulders wanting me to get off of him so I shifted my body sliding over on my side trying to recuperate. The smaller boy immediately rolled on his side facing away with his back turned towards me as if ashamed. I watched a bit sadly now as he folded his arms across his front like if he were trying to conceal himself and what had just happened.
The entire sexual incident had probably lasted all of fifteen or twenty seconds, but was the most intense and wonderful experience of my young life. Now though guilt took over and I began to feel bad about it because I saw Marty begin to shudder. Even though no sound escaped his lips I could tell he was crying and I didn’t know if it was because of the shame about what happened or if he simply didn’t understand. I mean he was still young to begin with not to mention it came off as him being very innocent like about such things because of what he’s obviously had to endure in what I began to suspect as extreme isolation.
I felt bad about what just happened now because this was simply another thing I had thrust on to the other boy which he would have to deal with since it was obvious this was something he’s never experienced. Of course this was new for me too, in regards of doing something sexual with someone else, but at least I’ve experienced orgasms before where I wasn’t sure if Marty has ever had one himself. I might not be sure about that part of things, but I was fairly sure he probably didn’t understand what had just happened. It was probably very confusing to the boy, hell it was confusing for me too and I sort of understood about these things.
“I…I’m so sorry Marty. This is the first time I’ve ever…I mean I’ve never done this…,” I began not knowing what to say so simply reached out and placed my hand soothingly on his shoulders.
The smaller boy flinched from the unexpected touch, but he didn’t reject me and I exhaled softly thankful for that. “I’m so sorry Marty. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just…I…um…,” I hesitated not knowing how to explain it all. “I’m sorry.” I apologized again. “I promise it won’t happen again. Please forgive me?” I pleaded with the boy’s silent sobs slowly going away before he nodded making me sigh in relief.
Crawling out from beneath the covers I stepped lightly down from the bed. “I’ll get something to clean up the mess.” I whispered making my way to the bathroom with my slack undercarriage bouncing against my thighs.
They were hanging really low this evening and it felt kind of sexy hot feeling them bouncing around like this, but right now I shoved those thoughts aside. Stepping into the bathroom I grabbed a small hand towel and adjusting the water in the sink I wet it down before wiping away the sticky mess off of my adolescent boy goods. The goopy mess was all over my front and had made a tacky mess of my pubes, but it came off easily enough with the damp rag.
Within moments I was all sanitized so rinsed out the rag and began making my way towards the smaller boy who hadn’t moved and was still curled up under the covers. Currently, it looked like he was studying his hand before holding it up to his nose taking a sniff. Suddenly I realized what he was doing understanding he most likely didn’t know about a boy shooting his load. It was probably very confusing to the poor little guy making me wonder exactly how much I should try to explain or what I should simply ignore for now. Marty’s gaze shifted towards me and I smiled trying to set him at ease noticing his curious green eyes wandering downwards and latching on to my spent shriveled up four inch worm and low hanging wrinkled up boy kit.
Marty watched the other boy as he slowly padded his way towards the bathroom and stared at his smooth pale butt cheeks. He was confused and frightened about what just occurred. It happened so fast and had caught him by complete surprise. One moment Latham had told him about his horrible experience when he was younger and he had felt bad for the older boy so wanted to comfort him somehow. He understood what it was like and wanted to let Latham know this, but suddenly everything happened all at once.
When their naked bodies had pressed up against one another he felt the bigger boy get hard down there just like he did at times. For some reason it had excited him and this wonderful tingling sensation had ripped through his insides. Before he knew it he was feeling that familiar sensation he got sometimes when the woman beat him with the metal rod. This time though there wasn’t the usual pain with it, only the wondrous sensation he always enjoyed. It had made him feel so warm and fuzzy all over on the inside and he didn’t want it to end, but it had, and right afterwards it left him feeling confused and ashamed. For some reason it didn’t feel right to feel this good without having the pain as well. For the longest time all he’s ever known was pain, even when there was something good to feel about. What just happened left him completely at a loss because all he felt was the sensation of such wondrous goodness filling him from the inside out.
Oddly, it felt as if the same thing had happened to Latham as well with the other boy’s thingy getting hard and his body stiffening up like he was getting those nice tingling sensations. Even the sounds the other boy had made when his thingy began to twitch around indicated he had enjoyed it, all of which added to Marty’s bewilderment. The emotions he was now feeling after it was said and done was too much for him to handle, and all he could think to do was to hide the fact he was still hard down there. He’s been worried for such a long time now about his stiff thingy being found out, and now he knew the other boy had felt it getting hard. Even though the bigger boy had gotten hard too, it was still frightening for Marty to be found out like this; especially, since it was still hard. Even the bigger boy apologizing didn’t seem to ease his thoughts much on it all.
With his hands covering up his hard thingy he noticed something else. There was a slick kind of feeling all over his thingy and danglies. It was all over the front of his stomach and he began to wonder if maybe he had wet himself when all of this happened. It’s been a while since he’s peed himself like this since the woman always beat him for it. This felt different though so he lifted up one of his hands in front of his face running his thumb and finger together. This stuff felt thicker and slimier than when he took a pee and holding it up to his nose he took a sniff. It smelled different from pee too, but before he could investigate more movement caught his attention.
It was Latham holding a small damp towel in his hands. He was curious and couldn’t help himself so let his gaze be drawn towards the bigger boy’s nakedness. He’s seen the boy naked already before, which had made him feel all tingly inside, but this time the feelings he was experiencing seemed much more intense. He could feel his hard penis twitching around excitedly while he gazed at the teen’s danglies bouncing back and forth against the boy’s sleek thighs. He enjoyed seeing the teen naked and was drawn to the thick thingy and sagging danglies.
Marty’s gaze was a bit unsettling for me in light of what just happened between the two of us, but I ignored it and didn’t say anything not wanting to take the chance of upsetting him even more. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I whispered softly reaching for his hand and wiping the sticky stuff off with the damp rag noticing his questioning look.
“Don’t worry it isn’t pee or anything. It’s just something that happens to boys when they get older and hit puberty. I couldn’t help it and squirted the stuff all over us.” I prompted noticing his eyebrows furrow up when I used the word puberty.
“Oh…um…puberty…well…,” I paused trying to decide how to proceed. “Well, it’s just something boys my age start to go through. It’s nothing bad Marty so I wouldn’t worry about it too much right now. I’ll explain it some more to you later. Let’s just get you cleaned up for now.” I smiled softly as I reached over and tossed aside his blanket.
The smaller boy jerked in surprise and immediately clamped his right hand over his left one which was concealing an obvious erection. His hard nail may not be as big like my spike, but it was still difficult to hide an erection. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable about it I started by working around his protective shield cleaning up the goopy mess I could get to with the wet rag. Being so close to the naked boy got me all boned up as well, but I was able to hide it by leaning up against the bed.
“Marty we need to clean you up now…down there…so you need to let go.” I instructed with him shaking his head no and blushing. “It’s alright Marty you don’t have to be embarrassed about your thingy being hard. It happens to all of us boys; especially, when we get older and puberty takes over.” I tried to explain with him frowning again because there was that odd word for the second time, but he still refused to let go shaking his head back and forth.
Taking a deep breathe because this was so embarrassing I took a step back letting him take a good look at my own erection. “See, it happens to all of us. I know it is a little embarrassing and I try to hide mine all the time too, but the quicker you let go the sooner we can get you all cleaned up. Believe me when that stuff dries up it gets all sticky like.” I explained and blushed because the smaller boy was gaping and staring at my hard and plump four and a half inch erection which twitched around and pointed in an upwardly angle away from my small patch of pubes. Even my small grouping of dirty blonde colored filaments surrounding the base of my shaft seemed to intrigue him because he scrunched up his face and glanced back up at me.
“Puberty,” was all I said shrugging my shoulders and chuckling because now it was almost becoming like a joke concerning that whole new word for him, but it seemed to work because he smiled at me and finally let go exposing his erection to me for the very first time.
“Wow…um…I think that looks really nice. Kind of strange how our thingies can get bigger huh?” I asked casually not wanting to let my gaze linger too long on his nakedness because I knew it could get uncomfortable for him.
It was long enough though for the sleek like image of his hard peg to be burned in my memories forever. He was cut like me, but his penis was rail thin making it look longer than its total three inches. When he was soft it had a sort of short stumpy look about it. Even though his erection didn’t make his penis get much bigger, with it elongating a tad more and plumping up slightly, it did transform enough to now give his tube a sort of long sleek look about it. Even his thin cylindrical smooth bullet shaped cut glans added to that sort of typical pre-pubescent immature boy like penis look. Then there was his pasty white smooth skin which had all of these thin blue webbing like patterns just below the surface typically found on most younger boys.
My eyes took it all in quickly and I was starting to get turned on again by the naked boy. He was really cute, and the way it had felt when our bodies rubbed up against one another had been intense. I was tempted to reach down and jack him off, but I knew it would freak him out and I had promised to behave. That was a tall order for an adolescent who was always horny and ready for action at the drop of the hat.
Shaking the cobwebs out of my brains and not wanting to ponder over his hard rubbery stem too much at the moment I got right to work with cleaning him up. Trying to keep this from becoming a sexual type of situation I made sure to keep the rag between his soft fleshy kit and my hand. Running the rag over the length of his hard nail I felt it twitch and noticed the smaller boy’s eyes begin to glaze over despite my efforts of not trying to make this into pleasuring him.
It was obvious that at the moment he was really sensitive down there and all worked up despite having recently climaxed so I shifted the damp towel and began wiping it around either side of his small rounded puffy leathery like bag once more taking note of those blue spidery veins just beneath the surface of his pasty white skin. The boy’s chest shuddered and he seemed to recuperate. Now that he had calmed down I quickly ran the rag over the top of his nuggets one last time before wrapping the rag and my fist around his stiff peg. Swiftly rotating my hand around his sensitive pre-pubescent dowel, the kid immediately bucked, but before the sensation could set him off I was done.
“There see, all done.” I prompted pulling his gown back into place before covering him up with the blanket and smiling at the smaller boy. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” I asked with Marty inhaling deeply and gazing into my eyes. “Feel better?” I asked folding up the damp rag with the boy nodding and smiling sheepishly at me making me chuckle.
“Yeah I bet,” I sniggered knowingly while making my way back to the bathroom.
After rinsing out the hand towel and setting it over the edge of the sink to dry overnight I crawled back into bed next to the smaller boy. We shifted around and to my relief Marty actually allowed me to snuggle up with him. Settling in, we both fell quite for several long moments each in our own thoughts. What had just happened between the two of us kept creeping into my thoughts. Despite the bruises and whip marks all over his body I still thought he was really cute and in many ways I was sexually attracted to him.
My feelings were very confusing and I was conflicted about the way I felt. It wasn’t just the whole idea about being attracted to another boy, but also many other things. Obviously the boy had been physically abused for years now and even though PopPop felt he hadn’t been sexually abused we couldn’t be absolutely sure. I felt guilty now about the way we had sort of gotten sexed up with one another because it wasn’t fair to put this kind of added pressure on the other boy. Then there was the whole issue of not even knowing Marty’s age. I mean in many ways he was still really young, if not physically, then psychologically for sure. Not that he had any intellectual disabilities, but rather his obvious confinement made him very inexperienced about some things. It was strange because on so many levels I got the impression we were missing something important and it kept tugging at the edges of my thoughts.
The silence between the two of us was starting to get creepy, not that he ever spoke, but still it was a bit eerie to the point I couldn’t take it anymore. “Um Marty?” I asked which prompted the boy to shift around in my arms and face me while I shifted my gaze and looked into his profoundly green eyes.
The smaller boy stared back at me and frowned questioningly. “Um…I was just wondering about how old you are.” I pondered seeing him look at me intensely for a moment as if thinking on it.
It seemed kind of strange because I got the feeling he really didn’t know for sure. I could tell it was starting to upset him since he’s been asked several times now so he turned his head looking away from me. It made me feel kind of awful at having even brought it up again so I tried to figure out how to make it up to him and got an idea.
“I’m really sorry Marty…I didn’t know, but maybe we can figure it out together.” I offered, seeing him turn his head back towards me and frown curiously. “I mean do you remember how old you were when you were…um…you know taken?” I asked biting my lower lip not knowing if I was making things worse.
Marty scrunched his face in thought for a moment and nodded his head holding up eight fingers making me gasp because that would mean he had to endure such hateful cruelty for at least three or four years depending on how old he was right now. I couldn’t even imagine the horrors he had to go through for all those years. From what I saw with all the welts and bruising and from what PopPop had told me is that he had been beaten over and over again. I only had to endure six nights of captivity in all and only five of those days being tortured with the burning cigar. He had endured a worse kind brutality for years. I couldn’t help myself as tears began to well up in my eyes and I tried to hold them back.
Then I felt a warm hand stroking my cheek and Marty looking into my eyes with an expression of please don’t cry. “I’m sorry Marty…I…I didn’t know. You were so young…and…and…they hurt you for years.” I let out a small sob wiping away my tears feeling awful now that I had brought this all up.
Small arms wrapped around me and Marty pulled me into his chest letting me cry and get it out of my system. This time we were both careful not to let our lower regions touch, but it still felt kind of strange with him being the one comforting me when it should have been the other way around. After a moment or two I tried to get my composure back nodding my head at him.
“I’m such a blubbering idiot Marty.” I sighed trying to smile at him warmly while the boy looked at me with concern etched over his features. “I’m alright now Marty…it’s just I didn’t realize…,” I shook my head leaving the rest unsaid as I fell quiet for a moment trying to gather my thoughts in how we were going to figure this all out.
The boy waited patiently as if he could tell I was trying to put things together. “Alright…,” I began pausing for another moment to make sure I would get this right. “So you were eight when you were taken right?” I asked with the boy nodding insistently letting me know he was absolutely sure about it.
“Do you remember what month?” I asked seeing the boy looking at me a bit strangely making me realize getting this specific would be out of the question. “Um…never mind. Let’s try this…was it hot or cold?” I asked, quickly realizing this wouldn’t work either because there were too many options at the same time. “Um…what I mean is was it hot outside like in summer?” The boy shook his head no. “Then it was cold like in winter time?” I asked seeing him hesitate making me frown getting another idea. “Alright so it must have been sort of in-between which means either spring or fall. Do you remember if maybe school had just started when it happened?” I asked seeing the boy’s eyes light up nodding his head forcefully.
Managing to figure out such a little thing got us both excited with Marty sitting up urging me on. “Alright so let’s try to figure out when your birthday was.” I began seeing his face screwing up indicating he didn’t know. “I don’t mean like the exact date, but just sort of to narrow it down. So we know you were eight when school began which was in the fall. So was your birthday when it was warm like in summer time and while school was out?” I asked him as he once more smiled and nodded his head. “Oh, way cool, that was easy enough then.” I smiled back nodding my head. “That will help to figure out your age once we finish up.” I smiled amenably trying to figure out my next step.
The boy waited patiently for me to reason out how to ask him the next set of questions as I sort of began to think out loud. “Alright so you turned eight in summertime and a few months later you were taken during the fall months because school had already started. I’m figuring maybe in September or October because it wasn’t winter time yet. Right now we are in April which is spring time because winter is over and summer hasn’t started yet. So do you remember how many winters you went through…you know when it got really cold outside with snow and all?” I asked, wondering if where he had been held captive they even had winter months with snow since there are plenty of places in the US where it didn’t get cold with snow.
The boy screwed up his face in thought for a second before holding up six fingers making me blink thinking he had gotten it wrong. “Are you sure?” I asked seeing him cock his head to the side and nod insistently making me frown in return doing some calculations in my head. “That can’t be right Marty. I mean if there were six winters it means you are thirteen years old going on fourteen since summer is just around the corner. I just turned thirteen last month. It means you are older than me by almost a year and you look like you are eleven years old, twelve at the most.” I stressed seeing his disappointment that I wouldn’t trust him before furling his eyebrows questioningly as if asking what I meant.
We both fell silent for a moment while I tried to find a way to explain what I meant. There was so much to it with just a lot of little things that didn’t seem to add up. I suppose he could be going on fourteen, but that didn’t explain some of the other issues.
“Marty it’s just you are kind of small to be fourteen. I mean it isn’t just your size, but other things like your face and all. You look like you are only eleven or twelve years old. Sure I guess there are fourteen year old guys who are kind of small and all, but you just don’t look fourteen. Then there’s also…um…,” I began and blushed because I didn’t know how to explain the next part noting him frowning at me again wondering why I was having problems with continuing.
“Um…I…shit Marty…the other stuff is kind of embarrassing to talk about you know.” I managed to get out with my cheeks heating up because of what I had been thinking about even though we had just gotten done doing something intimate together.
Marty gazed at me with a blank expression so I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “Well shit Marty, I mean if you are almost fourteen it’s like you haven’t even started puberty yet.” I tried to explain seeing his curious expression because there was that strange word again and he didn’t understand it or know what I was talking about.
“You know like getting hair down there, your penis and balls…um…thingy and danglies getting bigger and all. Also…um…you know squirting, like what…uh…you know with what I just did earlier when the two of us…um…anyway.” I finished in hushed tones glancing around because this was sort of naughty talk about sex stuff and it wouldn’t do to be accidentally heard by someone walking into the room by mistake or something.
The other boy still seemed to be puzzled and I didn’t know what else to do except maybe just show him. Tossing back the covers I exposed my nakedness to him again, noticing how my body seemed to continually interest him. I saw the loose hospital gown in front of Marty begin to stir and he immediately popped a stiffie. Even though we had just gone through the whole thing of me actually seeing him get hard a few minutes back he still automatically hid it with his hands and blushed all the while gawking at my penis. Mine had also gotten hard again and I let him study my erection. Tentatively, I reached over and grabbed the hem of his gown looking up into his face to make sure this would be alright to do. He was watching what I was doing closely, and after hesitating a moment pulled away his hands indicating it was fine.
“Um…I’m just going to uncover you so I can show you what I mean Marty…uh…alright?” I asked with him shrugging his shoulders indicating he didn’t see what the big deal was now that we’ve both seen each other.
Lifting the front of his gown I let it settle around his lower chest and upper stomach so we were both naked. I swallowed the lump in my throat because this really was the first time I was able to truly study him closely even though I had just recently wiped him clean after my unexpected orgasm spurt my boy batter all over him. A few minutes back I had tried not to actually gawk at his endowment, but now, like he was doing to me, I actually took a good long look at the hard thin like digit protruding from his blank pubic mound. I was just as exciting now as a few minutes ago, but this time I could truly appreciate the beauty of what I was looking at without worrying about it upsetting Marty.
“Um…you see Marty…you are still kind of…um…well…small down there and all.” I began seeing him screw up his face and shrug his shoulders as if to say so what. “I mean it’s not a bad thing or anything, and of course everyone is different down there, but most of us guys when we are around twelve years old begin to change. That’s called puberty…well actually it is a small part of what puberty is all about.” I began, looking up into his face with him glancing up for a brief moment as if to indicate he was listening to my explanation before his eyes once more fell on my nakedness making me blush because of his close scrutiny before I continued.
Following his gaze I studied my own teen packet wondering what he was thinking about it. Up until about six months ago mine wasn’t all that much different from the way Marty’s looked now. Once puberty settled in though, I got way bigger and actually almost doubled in size down there. It was as if once it began everything happened so quickly. I suppose like everything else regarding puberty it happened differently for everyone with it taking more time for some boys’ stalks to grow and blossom, while with others it seemed to happen overnight. Within months mine had elongated to about four inches long when it was soft and about four and a half inches when firmed up. Pretty average for a boy my age, but what didn’t seem average was the way my stump had fattened up. It was thicker than most boys my age; especially, when I got an erection.
That wasn’t the only part of my penis which seemed to have matured. Even my knob, which always had a sort of helmet like shape to it, appeared to have sprouted and developed overnight. It had plumped up as well taking on a more defined mushroom like shape. While all of that was going on my pubes began to come in at the same time. At first it was just one or two dainty wispy like filaments and then it was like from one day to the next I had a small bush taking shape on either side of my thick shaft. At this point I now had a small patch of loose curly dirty blonde like colored threads sprouting around the base of my shaft. It’s remained this way for the last month or two without much else changing in the penis, testicle, or pubic hair department for me.
“Well you see when puberty starts we begin to get bigger down there. You know our penis, cocks, stiffies, or a number of other things we call this thing.” I stated as I reached down to take hold of my four and a half inch erection and giving it a good tug noticing it distending in protest. “Also our balls tend to drop and get bigger too.” I pointed out cupping my heavy elastic scrotum sack.
The warmth of us being snuggled in bed together had allowed my undercarriage to relax as I now noticed how it sort of spilled over the palm of my small cupped hand. Even my left testicle was sagging lower than my right one, which it tended to do when my pouch loosened up. I took a moment to roll my teen nuggets around in my fingers showing how my bag was kind of bigger and baggy compared to his.
“Then there’s also our pubes…um…hairs. They begin to grow in. I think I’m kind of a late bloomer on that. What I mean is I was a little older than most of the other boys I know in regards to when they started to get some hairs down there, but once mine started to grow in it happened sort of fast. Now I’m pretty much on track I think like most of the other boys my age in school. Of course there are still a couple of boys my age that really don’t have that much down there yet, but most all of them have at least a few little strands by now.” I added pinching some of my downy like filaments.
“Once those things happen then we also begin to squirt stuff…you know…when we sort of feel good and do sexy stuff. Like what happened to me when we…um…you know…rubbed our…uh…hard thingies together and…um…and I got that sticky stuff all over you…I mean…,” I trailed off because it was kind of an awkward thing to talk about.
Of course Pops had talked to me about puberty and guys having sex with girls and all, but at least I kind of knew about those sorts of things beforehand. With Marty it was like he was totally clueless about sex, a boy’s body, and many other such things. I was beginning to understand just how deeply his abduction would affect many of the simple things in life most people took for granted. There were many every day experiences in life he had been deprived of for so long now, which he would have to learn about.
The boy looked at me and then himself as if he was starting to understand what I was talking about. “You see most boys start puberty around twelve years old and begin to change down there. Of course it’s different for most boys with all of us going through this at our own pace, but Marty if you are going to be fourteen in a few months things are really starting late for you. I mean you don’t have any hair yet or even squirt when you have an orgasm…you know that good feeling you get down there with your body getting all stiff like and your hard thingy jerking around. Most of us start doing that sort of thing when we are around twelve.” I added watching Marty as he compared his three inch erection to my larger one, running his hand across his pasty hairless pubic mound with me noting once more all those fine blue like tributaries just beneath his soft skin.
“I mean it isn’t as if you are really puny down there or anything. Heck, there are a few boys in my class when we take a shower after gym class that I’ve seen have about the same size as you I suppose. It’s just some of the other things though…I mean overall…you know.” I tried to explain because it wasn’t really any one thing about him but rather several including his young boyish features, smaller stature, and also the sexual stuff, all of which pointed to him being eleven years old, maybe twelve at the most.
We both sat there looking at one another’s nakedness before I covered us back up with the sheet and blanket. Marty was frowning as if thinking and I felt kind of bad about the whole age thing along with pointing out how immature he was down there. Most guys are kind of sensitive when it comes to the size of their pride and joy, but as I glanced into his face I got the feeling as if that sort of thing never even crossed Marty’s thoughts. In a way I suppose it wouldn’t have since he didn’t have those types of experiences.
“Marty?” I asked watching as the boy’s eyes focused on me getting a serious look while I bit my lower lip. “How sure are you about how old you were when you were taken?” I asked with him nodding his head insistently and getting frustrated by my doubt. “Alright I believe you were eight years old. How about the number of winters? Are you absolutely sure about that too?” I asked barely managing to get it out before he began vigorously nodding his head with a pleading look on his features as if to say I have to believe him.
We both fell silent while I thought on it a moment. I gave myself some time to try to figure this all out because it just didn’t fit with what I knew about such things. Yet the more I thought on it the more things began to fall into place. After all puberty was different for everyone. Just because most of us began around twelve or thirteen it didn’t mean this was true for everyone. For some it wouldn’t happen until later, maybe not even until fourteen or fifteen years old. Other than the typical teasing from some of the other boys I suppose it wouldn’t be all bad to start puberty later rather than sooner.
“You know Marty…I think maybe you really are thirteen going on fourteen years old. I guess it sort of makes sense in some ways. I mean the whole puberty thing really is different for everyone. Some of it has to do with genetics and other things because of diet. So I’m sure before long your little stiffie will be getting bigger and squirting just like the rest of us.” I tried to tease good naturedly like I did with my other friends by reaching out and playfully snatching at his cute little boy package beneath the covers without actually touching him, but feeling him jerk in surprise as we began wrestling around with me giggling and him smiling giddily yet not uttering a sound.
We settled down and snuggled up together with the smaller boy laying his head against my chest apparently feeling better about our little chat. “Marty…I promise that I’ll never doubt you again. That wasn’t right of me not to believe you.” I whispered.
The boy craned his neck looking into my eyes and smiled. Shrugging his shoulders he patted my chest with his hand indicating it was alright before yawning and closing his eyes contentedly. He really was so damn adorably cute and very sexy hot to boot I reflected, once more wondering where the hell those thoughts were coming from lately as I felt the smaller boy relaxing in my arms and fading off to sleep. I wasn’t exactly sure just how late it was, but the day had been a long one so the boy fading off to sleep this quickly didn’t surprise me; especially, not after having an orgasm.
Marty yawned and simply couldn’t stay awake any longer almost as if what happened between him and Latham had left him feeling drained in a good kind of way. He felt really comfortable snuggled up in his new friend’s arms. That was a word he hadn’t remembered in a long time and in his semi-conscious state he rolled it around in his mind enjoying the sound and feeling it gave him. ‘Friend,’ he liked the idea of having a friend.
Snuggled up in the safe security of Latham’s arms he began to fade away with a feeling of contentment. The last several days he’s slept better than he could ever recall. It’s the first time he’s felt safe in a very long time. Deep down he had always felt his time in this world was numbered, but now there was a sense of purpose and well being. Even his dreams were different lately, more calm and reserved. Wrapped up in the bigger boy’s arms he felt a sense of belonging and this seemed to chase away his nightmares.
This sense of security did have other consequences though, which left him feeling a bit abandoned. Since his dreams were filled with happier thoughts they were now without his loyal specter. The boy like voice in his dreams had always been there supporting and urging him to push through hard times, so now in its absence he felt deserted. He could still sense it in the back of his thoughts, but it no longer came to him in his dreams.
Now as he began to slip deeper into his sleep his thoughts turned towards that voice reaching out for it with yearning. There wasn’t a response but rather a feeling which enveloped him in its warm embrace. He could sense the ethereal boy’s presence even though it didn’t speak to him. Instead of feeling upset about it Marty actually smiled happily in his sleep because he could feel the love and instinctively knew he wasn’t abandoned after all. Somehow the presence knew Marty was in good hands and didn’t need him. The feeling he got from the sensation is that the boyish ethereal voice wanted to assure him that no matter what, it would always be there even if it was just in the back of his thoughts. With that Marty allowed new wondrous dreams to carry him away.
Watching Marty fade off to sleep was kind of sweet. I’ve never done that before and it filled my chest with a sort of peaceful contentment. The boy’s breathing slowed into an even like rhythm with his chest rising and falling steadily. He really was too cute I thought to myself for the umpteenth time. Exhaling softly, I shook my head realizing I just had my first real sexual experience and it was with another boy. Of course it had happened by accident, but I had to admit I really enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind doing more with my ‘older’ friend. The idea of him being a little older and my friend somehow sounded very appealing and made me smile. For some reason with him being older and my friend made the whole sex thing not so bad anymore.
Still, the thought of having sex with another boy confused me though. I mean, I really enjoyed flirting with my girlfriend and she turned me on when we got frisky together, but what just happened between me and Marty a little while ago felt kind of special. Of course I’ve goofed around with some of my friends before; doing the typical kinds of guy things, like talking about sex, checking each other out, snatching at one another, and even jacking off together. However, unlike what just happened between me and Marty though, I’ve never been physically involved with any of them in that kind of sexual way. Even the jacking off together part was with us all being under separate bed covers and only touching ourselves not each other.
Marty had kind of reacted strangely to what happened, and in a way I sort of understood now since he really didn’t know what sex was about and all, but deep down there seemed more to it than just him being naïve about sex. I could tell he had enjoyed it, but there was something about the way he had reacted to the pleasure which seemed off to me. I couldn’t quite understand, but I got the feeling it had to do with his physical abuse. It was something I wanted to find out more about because I really liked Marty and wanted him to be happy. I wouldn’t force him to do anything he was uncomfortable with, but there was something in the back of my mind telling me it was important to find out what was bothering him about getting those sexual feelings.
Just like everything else regarding Marty, I knew getting to the bottom of this would probably take some doing, but looking back I suppose we’ve already come a long ways with piecing things together. The two of us had something special, a sort of unspoken bond, and I’m sure somewhere along the line it will all come out, just like the way I had revealed my innermost demons to the other boy.
Snuggling further up under the covers, Marty shifted in his sleep, turning over so I spooned up tightly next to him allowing my head to settle in the crook of his neck. Inhaling deeply I could smell the sweet innocence of the boy’s essence, and it made me tremble and sniffle sadly. The thought of anyone hurting such an innocent little boy was heartbreaking and frightening. I instinctively wrapped my arms around the other boy protectively, and closed my eyes rapidly fading off to sleep. Even though the smaller boy was older than me, I slipped into a land filled with cheerful thoughts where Marty could play and simply be a happy little kid. To me he would always be a small fragile little boy who was sweet and special.
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End of Chapter Eight: Innermost Demons
Coming soon Chapter Nine: Missed Opportunities & Regrets
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