Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 12
Gruesome Revelations
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EXCERPT FROM BOYS, PUBERTY, & SEX
Big tears began to well up in Marty’s sad green eyes when he gazed at me intently shaking his head. “Please Latham,” he signed shaking his head, “No,” he finished half heartedly turning his head away from me and not signing anymore.
I fell silent too allowing the boy to settle down, but I wasn’t going to let this go. It was too important, and I wasn’t sure when I’d get this opportunity again. I had wanted to talk to him about it now for a while, but the time never felt right. Now that it had come up, I thought I needed to press him on it. I wasn’t going to push too hard, but I wasn’t just going to let it slide either.
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GRUESOME REVELATIONS
“I’m here Marty, it’ll be alright, but it is important that you tell someone what happened or we can’t help you. I promise, nothing bad will happen because of what you tell me. I…I love you and that won’t change.” I whispered the last part because a boy admitting something like that out loud was difficult to do.
Reaching out and wrapping my arm around his shoulders, I pulled him into my body giving him a warm hug letting him know I meant it. The long haired boy craned his neck and looked into my eyes fixedly with big tears tumbling down the side of his cheeks as if debating what to do. I could tell he was hesitant because he was used to keeping things to himself. Then I saw his hands twitch and slowly rise up signing to me slowly at first and then with purpose while I tried to decipher. He began with uncertainty, but then with more confidence after each signed word as if he couldn’t stop once he began.
“I don’t remember much from the time before.” He signed to me. “I think maybe I had a brother or someone kind of close to me…two or three years younger…maybe less, I’m not sure. We were playing outside. I remember it was a nice day and I didn’t have class so we were outside. It was a good day, the last one I’ve had like that, until…until I met you.” He paused turning his head away from me as if the images of that last wonderful day when everything was still right in the world were a distant memory.
“It’s the day everything changed because a green van pulled up, and before I knew it someone got out, a big fat man and grabbed the boy at the edge of our yard. I remember how I panicked because I was responsible for him. It was my job to protect him so I ran over trying to pull him away. The boy was crying and I was crying, but I fought as hard as I could, kicking and biting. That was the last thing I remembered until I came to chained up in a small cold room. It smelled and the floor was damp.” He explained the memory of it making him shudder in despair and pause for several long moments.
After that everything seemed to come out in a rush with his hands and fingers becoming a blur of signs and spelled out words. It stunned me how the words leaped from his fingers. It was all broken up and in no particular order in sentence structure, but it was easy enough to piece things together with the missing words. There were no words needed for me to actually feel what he was trying to say so I sat there and listened to the grizzly details of his life for the next several years until he escaped. It was horrifyingly gruesome and several times the bile rose up inside my stomach and I wanted to throw up. I nearly did on numerous occasions, but this was too important to interrupt because if he stopped now he’d never tell it again so with great effort I tamped it down to the point I was becoming ill with my head starting to pound, my body trembling, my limbs becoming weak, and with me beginning to sweat.
The first day of his captivity he had cried all night until a big fat woman, bigger than even the foul stinking man, had waddled downstairs and told him how his parents couldn’t afford to have two kids so needed to let someone else take care of one. It’s why he thought the other boy was his brother. They had chosen the other boy, but since he became violent they took him instead because his parents didn’t want an unruly child, besides he cost more with all of his music lessons and all.
I found this information odd because it meant the man and woman who took him had to either know who the family was or had been watching closely looking for a target. I also had to agree with Marty that maybe the other boy had been his brother just by the way the man and woman had tried to justify why he was taken. Even though it was difficult listening to what happened to Marty I made sure to take in all the little details because it could become important as I focused on what he was saying through sign language.
When Marty continued to cry, after the woman told him repeatedly to stop, it was then he discovered what his fate would be for years to come. With the man’s help they had taken off his shackles and stripped the boy naked while he fought back. It was no use though because he was so little, but he remembered it was the first time he had ever been naked in front of anyone who wasn’t family. He was in shock at first not knowing what to do and didn’t even realize at first when the woman sat down in the chair her flabby obesity flowing over the edges of the seat with it creaking in protest because of the weight. Before he knew it the man had picked him up and shoved him over the woman’s lap.
What followed had been the most painful experience of his life because she began to beat him with a metal rod. He screeched because it had hurt and she beat him some more for screaming. It was terrifying and he tried to get away, but the man held him down while the woman repeatedly whipped him with that rod. At one point he could feel the slippery sensation of blood flowing between his legs. He must have passed out then because when he woke up he was chained up again and lying on a cement floor completely naked and shivering from pain and cold.
From that day forward the woman beat him at least once a day sometimes more depending on some phantom like digression which he could never figure out. He lost count how many times he had been beaten, but explained in detail what his daily life was like. He tried to escape when he had the chance. One time the man had forgotten to put the chain on his ankle, but he didn’t get far. They beat him really bad that time and afterwards he didn’t try again for the longest time. Then after a while when they thought he wasn’t fighting back any more they stopped chaining him up and just left him locked up downstairs.
After a few days of not being chained up he tried to escape again and the woman became really angry beating him so bad that he kept passing out and coming to with the woman still wailing on him with that god awful metal switch. His body was covered in blood, but the woman didn’t stop, just whipping him over and over again and wheezing loudly from the effort. He screamed for help, for anyone to come save him, but the woman sneered at him telling Marty no one wanted an evil wretched boy who was nothing but worthless scum. At one point he heard his shrill voice crack and it was the last time he ever uttered a word again. At first it had been because afterwards his throat hurt for the longest of times, but then later he did it out of spite until he literally wasn’t able to speak at all for some reason.
He didn’t know how long his beating had lasted, but the woman suddenly stood up shoving him off her lap with his bloody body landing resoundingly on the hard cement floor in a crumpled broken heap. After that he was in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. He was broken on the outside and defeated on the inside. He was dying, this much he knew. The man would come down from time to time and shove some awful tasting food in front of him, but he didn’t have the will to eat. It upset the man with him turning red in the face and howling saying how good food was being wasted while he kicked Marty in the gut. At this point the smaller boy hardly even felt it. He was ready to die and he welcomed the peaceful darkness to come and take him away.
This was when he first heard it, the gentle voice in his mind. It began to talk to him, to let him know he mattered and was loved. Before that it had only been a little flittering of his imagination when he slept, but now it took on a firmer reality. He didn’t know who it was, but it sounded like a little boy’s voice. Even though the hazy spectral like image never took form completely in his foggy state, it was still a firm presence. Over time it never ever truly solidified, always remaining like a hazy fog, but from that day on it visited him regularly; especially, in his dreams. It was this that saved him time and time again. He began to slowly recover from death’s door, but it was at a price. He never spoke again, which infuriated the woman to no end and he had to endure pain; everyday he had to bear it until it just became a natural part of his daily existence; just like being hungry and cold all the time. At this point he was simply existing and nothing more.
They would berate him, beat him, tell him he was worthless and unwanted, but he held on because every night when he fell asleep there was the voice, this other boy, telling him he mattered and someday it would be alright, but he had to endure, to fight with everything he had. The voice told him that no matter what the fat woman and man said he mattered and there were people out there who loved him. Some day he would get his chance, but he would need to find the strength. It was this small ray of hope which had saved his life on many occasions. He had come to trust this voice and it had saved him time and time again until this past winter when things became desperate for him, and everything started to change.
He got really sick with his chest rattling and him coughing up blood after they hosed him down one day outside because he was starting to smell. It had been freezing outside that day, with the basement not being much warmer. Once again death was knocking at his door and he shivered night after night on the damp cold cement floor in the basement. The man and woman didn’t even bother with any medication, not even a blanket, letting him suffer and saying he was already costing them a fortune just for food alone. They told him maybe this was for the best, but it was up to him whether he died or lived. It took him a long time to recover, but after that the man and woman continually began to argue about how much the boy was costing them. It was then he began to realize if he didn’t do something soon he would surely die.
To his horror something else began to happen around this time, Marty indicated, pausing a moment and looking at me nervously. I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it because he was afraid, but I knew if I let it go now he’d never tell anyone.
“Marty, what happened?” I asked softly reaching over and placing my hand on his knee and thigh rubbing it gently urging him to continue.
The boy looked at me and then away with tears once more tumbling down his cheeks. He had cried on and off while he was telling me his gruesome story, but now he began to tremble with fear. I didn’t know what could scare him so much considering everything’s he’s gone through, but whatever it was I would be there to support him.
“Marty?” I whispered softly prodding him some more.
Exhaling softly, the boy looked into my eyes and tried to explain. “I...I began to enjoy the beatings.” He signed his hands finishing and dropping into his lap while he looked down in shame.
“What!” I gasped in shock kicking myself for letting this get the better of me when he needed my support so I quickly added a bit more softly. “I…I don’t understand, Marty. I mean…the pain…,” I paused not really knowing what to say and relieved when he once more began to speak to me through signing.
“It still hurt Latham, but…I…,” he began and pausing not knowing how to explain it to me. “My thingy, it started getting hard all the time and I…I’d get those tingly feelings while she was beating me. Then one day I thought I peed myself, but it was like in the hospital, like you were saying with those good feelings. Now I understand what it had been. I know that it was orgasms I was having when she beat me. It frightened me because if she ever found out my thingy was getting hard and what was happening I’d be in big trouble. I knew she would probably kill me for being a filthy boy. They were always saying how boys were filthy with the things they would do to their bodies. I never understood, but now after talking with you I know what they were talking about.” He signed suddenly stopping in mid stride as if thinking.
I could tell he was struggling and was glad when he started signing again. “I…I could never let her know my thingy was getting hard. If she ever found out she’d have cut it off.” He told me bluntly while I blanched for the umpteenth time because of how he simply stated it as fact. “She would beat me and probably cut it off before dumping my body somewhere or leaving it in the cold basement to rot. If she ever found out it would be the end of me.” He frowned while I nearly threw up but drew him towards me.
“Then at the hospital it scared me because I got those feelings, but I wasn’t being hurt. It confused me and I knew what was happening had to be somehow evil. I…I couldn’t let anyone know and had to somehow hide it from everyone.” He confessed to me which shocked me because such an idea was the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.
It was real for Marty though and it had to be a part of the brainwashing he’s received over the years. The man and woman had been brutal not only physically, but psychologically. It amazed me that the smaller boy wasn’t even more messed up in the head because overall he was psychologically stable. Even though I knew this was the most absurd thing to think, and even though I’ve explained how those types of feelings were normal, for Marty, in his mind, this still had to be something naughty, dirty, and evil. This was something he had to hide despite my assertion this was only natural and not evil.
“No Marty, it isn’t evil to feel good like that. All boys go through this and it is a part of growing up. It can’t be helped and I don’t know why you would get those feelings while she beat you and were in pain. Maybe it’s nature’s way of allowing you to start the process of change. I’ve never heard of anything like this, but getting those good tingly feelings isn’t wrong, so you having an orgasm wasn’t wrong. It even happens sometimes when we are asleep so this only tells you it is something we can’t control sometimes and is only natural.” I whispered softly.
“Do you really think so?” He asked. “My thingy getting hard is supposed to happen?”
“Yes Marty, you’ve seen me getting hard plenty of times now and you know I get those good feelings too. It happened at the hospital and just a while back in my room. I…um…I do that sort of thing several times a day when I’m alone. Many boys our age do the same thing, so you don’t have to be afraid, not really. I mean, of course you don’t want people to catch you at it since it is kind of private, but when you are alone it is alright. Sometimes though you will get hard while others are around and all you can do is try hiding it, but if someone sees it they won’t cut it off and it isn’t a bad thing.” I assured him holding the boy closer to my chest and falling silent.
After a few minutes I sighed still wondering about something. “Marty, how did you get away?” I asked with him looking at me and shrugging his shoulders before signing and completing his story.
For some reason the man and woman suddenly woke him up in the middle of the night and shackled him in their van. It was filled with all of their belongings, packed tightly into containers. This has happened before where they would suddenly pack up and leave making a new home somewhere else. He never really knew why it happened, but when it did he could tell the man and women would be really nervous and even looked scared about something. This last time, they traveled for several days with him sleeping in the van. It had been warm already where they had been, but it was getting colder each day they drove. He heard them talking about Canada and how they needed a change, maybe even a new boy which began to frighten him. He thought he was hopelessly doomed.
This time though the boy finally got an opportunity to escape and was spurred to do so when the man had thrown some food at him saying he needed to be hosed off again because he smelled. Marty knew if this happened he’d never survive so when the man had inadvertently lost the keys in the van, he took the opportunity and escaped. He had managed to free himself from his chains and fled into the forest. He had food which would last him several days and there was plenty of water in the several streams along the way. He finally found himself free from the horrible man and woman, but totally lost not knowing what to do from there. After a few days his food ran out and he was wandering aimlessly, completely lost in the forest. Then one night there was a lightning storm and he was knocked unconscious. He was ready to die until I had come along and saved him.
It astounded me just how resourceful the smaller boy had been for all of these years just to survive. Sitting here listening to him recount his gruesome ordeal it struck me just how detailed he had been throughout his explanation. Throughout it all I had listened very closely filing away some of the finer details in the back of my mind so I could pass it along to Pop’s.
“What did I do wrong?” Marty asked catching me by surprise.
“What?” I managed to get out shaking my head.
“The man and woman; every day they would beat me and tell me I deserved this because I was a nasty filthy boy who was horrible and tainted. They always told me I did something wrong, but I never knew what I did that was so wrong. Do you know what I did that was so wrong?” He pleaded with large tears tumbling down his cheeks.
I gawked in horror, at the idea of him thinking this was somehow his fault. His innocent sweet face showed nothing but sincerity, actually wanting to know what he had done so wrong. His body was shaking with his eyes all watered up and I’m sure it made things blurry for him as he tried to wipe away his tears. It was simply too much and he broke down in my arms curling up on the bed with his head in my lap. He began to cry with his whole body shuddering while I ran my hand up and down his arm trying to comfort him.
Even I began to cry and hiccup because this was so very wrong and emotionally appalling. He needed to know once and for all he didn’t do anything wrong. This was not his fault and if anything he was so brave. Lifting his head off my lap I shifted and cuddled up next to him with us spooning together so I could wrap him safely in my arms.
“Marty you did nothing wrong.” I whispered turning my head and kissing his cheek which was wet and tasted salty. “They were the ones who are to blame for everything. There’s no way your parents would have ever given you away. The man and woman lied to you. They are sick in the head, that’s all there is to it. This is not your fault and you probably saved the other boy’s life, whoever it was, because I don’t think anyone else could have ever gone through what you’ve experienced and survived it. You are the bravest boy ever. If you have family out there Pop’s and our friends will find them. I know they will, and I know there are people out there who are still looking for you. Parents never forget or ever give up Marty, so don’t give up on them.” I whispered in his ears letting him cry while my own tears trickled down my face.
We were both pretty worked up so I began to hum gently and when I got to the chorus I actually sang it softly trying to calm myself down. It was one of the tunes we’ve been practicing in choir class, and the one I sang when I had found Marty. At the time it seemed to calm him down and I’ve hummed it a time or two since then when the two of us were cuddled together like this. Getting to the second chorus I began singing it again with him stirring in my arms and wiping away the wetness on his cheeks while yawning.
“I like it when you sing,” he spelled and signed making me smile. “You’ve got a pretty voice,” He added.
“Thanks Marty. It’s a song we’ve been practicing in choir called ‘In The Arms Of An Angel,” I grinned giving him a gentle squeeze with my arms wrapped around his body.
“It’s really nice. I remember someone singing it to me when I was little; a woman. Do you think it might have been my mom? I don’t remember much about her.” He yawned again closing his eyes.
“Maybe…probably.” I told him sincerely.
“Please sing some more of it.” He asked with me smiling and untangling myself from him so I could sit up while he rolled on to his back into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes.
Slowly, I began to sing the entire song for him as I ran my fingers lightly over his stomach just beneath his shirt. I heard him breathing softly as my song carried away all of his troubles and he slowly drifted asleep. With the last of the notes fading into silence, I sighed and looked down at his peaceful slumbering countenance. His long golden mahogany colored hair was disheveled over his closed eyes so I stopped rubbing his stomach and reached up clearing away his stringy locks. When I first met the boy it was all matted and grimy, but now that it’s been trimmed and cleaned, his highlights shone in the afternoon rays of sunshine coming through his bedroom window. He had such an adorably sweet round face, the sprinkling of freckles over his nose and cheeks more noticeable now that he had a healthier glow about him.
My eyes automatically traveled over his sleek body noticing the small bump in the front part of his shorts. He must have popped a woody when I was rubbing his stomach with the outline of it pointing up towards his head and slightly angled towards his left. Earlier I would have been tempted to reach out and actually rub it in my fingers, maybe even taking the chance of slipping my hand beneath his shorts, but I really wasn’t in the mood and the idea of doing that to him while he was asleep sort of made me sick considering what we had just gone through. Still, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity of running my fingers briefly, with a light touch, over his small hard tube feeling it twitch and seeing it move, which in turn made me giggle and forget for a second the hardships and aches. Only for a second or two though, before I sighed shaking my head wondering how I could still be kind of horny considering everything that’s going on.
Reaching down I eased Marty’s socks off his feet noticing for the first time how small and cute they were, including his little tootsies, before getting up and making my way to the small closet with accordion doors which swung open. On the top shelf was a small blanket, and grabbing it I made my way back to the bed and gently covered him up. Leaning over I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear.
“Just sleep Marty. Everything will work out.” I promised him gently.
Having to go through this emotional upheaval must have left Marty completely worn out so I left him alone to sleep it off. Even I felt exhausted as I pulled his door slightly behind me leaving it open just a crack before heading towards the bathroom. Even though I had taken a shower at school just an hour or so ago, I needed a shower because I now felt sticky from my own cum splattering all over my body and completely drained from the gruesome revelations of Marty’s past. Shucking off my socks and peeling off my jeans and underwear I turned on the shower adjusting the temperature of the water before stepping into the small stall and closing the curtains behind me.
Moving up under the hot water I began to unwind feeling the tension slowly dissipate with my muscles loosening up. I hadn’t realized just how stressed I had become with my body stiffening and tensing up. Even though I had only listened while Marty told me of his horrifying time in captivity, it was still alarming and distressing, sapping the strength right out of me. The hot shower felt soothing as I stretched out my hand leaning up against the wall while my mind began to wander and I allowed myself to relax.
Suddenly Marty’s disconcerting words began to work its way into my thoughts and the gravity of them simply became too much. Throughout his harrowing tale I had held back the rising bile, but now there was no holding back the tide as I suddenly crumpled to my knees with huge sobs wracking my body before I heaved and threw up. I felt the burning first before I tasted the acidic bitterness in my mouth and nose when chunky pieces of bile forced its way out through my mouth and a small amount spurt through my nose making me wretch even more. My body heaved several more times with the contents of today’s meals forcing its way back up and out through my mouth. Just when I thought I was done my body contracted several more times with nothing else coming out, but more painful than the first rounds of upheavals since my stomach was now empty. The muscles in my abdomen began to ache from the intensity of my contractions.
The smaller boy’s words struck at my core shaking me to the very foundation, the evil of what he had to endure almost too much for me to stomach. How anyone can be so cruelly malevolent and immoral towards another human being was simply beyond me. I knew from experience evil existed, but it continued to surprise me just the depth of depravity one person can show towards another human being. I didn’t know how long I sat crumpled on the floor of the shower stall, but slowly I uncurled my body sitting in a more comfortable position.
Most of the chunky bile had been washed away, but there was some spattered and sticking against the side of the tub. Sighing I stood up and began scrubbing away the filth from my body and tub. A few minutes later I stepped out drying myself off and brushing my teeth since my mouth felt all scummy. Wrapping a towel around my waist I picked up my jeans, socks, and underwear before stepping into my room. It was still warm so I opened up a drawer on my dresser and slipped on a pair of loose boxers.
Making my way silently down the stairs I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping it down, and surprising myself at just how thirsty I had become emptying it completely out. Grabbing a second bottle I made my way into the living room and took a seat on the couch stretching out and turning on the television set with the remote. I was practically naked, wearing only my loose red colored plaid boxers, but it didn’t worry me any. It was only Pops and Marty in the house with me, and both of them have seen me completely naked anyway so I wasn’t too concerned about being in boxers. Besides, it was kind of warm in the house and right now I was comfortable.
One minute I was watching television and the next moment I felt a gentle shake on my shoulders and a light kiss on my cheek. “Hey sleepyhead,” I heard Pops whispering in my ears with my eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Oh, hey Pops, I must have dozed off.” I yawned noticing his sheepish grin.
“Yeah, I noticed, and that’s not all I see.” He chuckled shaking his head. “You may want to close the door on your cage before your little fat birdie flies away from its hairy nest and eggs.” He teased nodding his head pointedly towards my crotch with me looking down and jerking in surprise.
My thick pecker had ballooned into a full blown erection and was poking through the side leg opening of my boxers along with my heavy ball sack and most of my small patch of pubes. That was one thing about these new boxers I didn’t like because with them being so loose they created gaps or ride up, which were fairly revealing at times when lounging around. The small gaps showing off my young teen bits really weren’t all too troubling, but having my entire fat erection and soft ball bag sticking out for Pop’s to see was a bit troubling and embarrassing to say the least. I immediately began trying to shove it back beneath my underwear. With it so damn hard it was difficult to do at first, but since this was a bit embarrassing it didn’t take long for the damn unruly thing to deflate completely allowing me to finally get it tucked away safely from view.
Pop’s chuckled and shook his head at my expense. “It looks like puberty’s been rather kind to you.” He teased ruffling my hair before his eyes looked at me a bit concerned. “But you look awful Latham. I hope you aren’t coming down with anything.” He noted while I finally managed to get squared away before sighing and shaking my head.
“No Pops…it’s Marty. We had a long chat when we got back from school today and it…um…it was…,” I exhaled noisily shaking my head and looking at my grandfather a bit sadly. “It was awful.” I admitted feeling my stomach contract and trying to hold back from throwing up again.
PopPop must have noticed my misery so he motioned for me to move over and took a seat on the couch next to me. When he draped his arm around my shoulder I leaned in sideways tucking and curling my legs on the sofa with my head settling on Pop’s chest. He gave me a gentle hug and I began to relax. Most kids my age were already shying away from their parent’s gentle embrace, but I still loved cuddling up like this with my grandfather and missed doing the same with Nana as well. I remembered plenty of nights where we would all sit on this very couch while I laid my head in Nana’s lap and draped my legs over Pop’s thighs while we watched television. It made me feel all safe and cozy. I used to do the same thing with my parents before they were killed and I missed those times. At least I could still enjoy cuddling up with Pop’s as he gently rubbed my arm making me feel all cozy and comfortable.
“It was awful,” I finally exhaled softly my body shuddering at the recollection of the gruesome ordeal the smaller boy had to endure.
It took me a while to get through it, letting PopPop know what Marty had told me. I also added the more intricate details I had been told knowing some of it could be useful. Pop’s seemed to agree with my assessment nodding his head sympathetically while I recounted just about everything to him, only hesitating about the smaller boy’s confession regarding getting orgasms since that was kind of private. I wanted to wait and think on it for a bit before I revealed something this personal and embarrassing.
“Never in all my years practicing medicine,” Pop’s exhaled softly his pale features reminding me of how I had felt when the smaller boy had told me what happened to him. “But you are right there is a lot of good information here Latham. The description of the man and woman are important along with the van they are driving. It also sounds to me like he escaped in Eelee, and I think I’m sure which bar he’s talking about. I’ll contact Sheriff Sheridan to go check it out. There still might be some surveillance footage along with people being able to give enough details to provide a sketch.” He nodded his head beginning to put things into perspective.
“They still haven’t been able to find out anything about where Marty belongs?” I asked wondering why it would be so difficult since it’s been close to a couple of weeks.
“No, nothing, but we didn’t have much information to go on other than his first name and approximately how old he is now. We’ve put his DNA into the system, but that could be a hit and miss as well if the department where he was from never added that information. It’s still early in the process Latham so could still take some time.” He tried to explain.
“Now we’ve got more information though.” He continued. “It sounds like Marty may have had a little brother two or three years younger who had been the initial target. I’m sure that would have been reported as well even if the boy was only five or six at the time. It makes sense to go for a younger boy because they are easier to manipulate and after a while the boy wouldn’t even know he had any other family. With Marty being around eleven years old or so that would put the other boy around eight or nine I’d say.” He did the quick calculation while I scrunched up my face and shook my head.
“No, that’s not right. Marty will be fourteen here sometime this summer which would make his younger brother probably around ten or eleven. He wasn’t totally sure how much younger the other boy was so maybe even twelve years old now.” I added nodding my head while Pop’s stared at me a bit perplexed. “What?” I asked.
“How do you know Marty is thirteen going on fourteen?” He asked curiously while my face drained of color because it suddenly dawned on me I hadn’t told him at the hospital.
“Oh Pop’s I’m so sorry, I thought I told you.” I began feeling awful because it was information like this that could make all the difference in the world when searching who and where the smaller boy belonged.
Sighing I quickly explained to Pop’s how we had figured it out in the hospital with him shaking his head and smiling at me. “Have I told you lately just how amazing you are Latham?” He asked making me blush and shrug my shoulders.
“All the time Pops.” I admitted enjoying his praise and feeling him give me a quick hug before he leaned down and kissed the top of my head with both of us falling silent in our own thoughts for a few moments trying to digest it all in.
“Pops?” I sighed glancing towards him and blushing because of my naughty thoughts lately about Marty despite everything else going on.
Maybe what I was about to ask concerning the long haired boy could answer some of my own questions regarding how I was reacting towards the boy despite the gravity of his situation. “Yeah Latham.” I heard him respond.
“Um…I need to tell you something else, but you have to promise me you won’t say anything to Marty about this.” I began with PopPop nodding his head encouraging me to speak up. “Well…uh…it’s just something Marty told me about…well…about some things he’s been feeling lately, beginning a short time before he escaped.” I added biting my lower lip not really knowing how I should proceed while he waited patiently. “It’s kind of embarrassing.” I added with Pop’s shrugging his shoulder.
“Listen Latham, if this has to do with anything concerning sex I am a doctor so not much surprises me about boys and those sorts of things. We’ve talked plenty enough about sex and what you are going through right now, so I’m sure it’ll be alright.” He assured me while I scrunched up my face in thought still a bit wary because this was anything but normal things regarding sex and boys.
“It’s just…well…from what Marty says sometimes he…um…well…sometimes he’s gotten orgasms recently when that woman beat him. Is that even possible? I mean…to get hard and even have an orgasm from pain?” I asked looking at him while he stared back with his eyebrows furled wanting more information as to what I meant.
There was no going back now so I simply told him what the other boy told me about being afraid of the woman finding out about him getting erections and why he’s been so frightened to let others see him get one too despite not even being bothered if someone saw him naked without an erection. The only thing I kept out was what had happened between the two of us in the hospital, which kind of bothered me because I had still gotten turned on despite having seen his awful abuse. I left out several things including how Marty seemed to like seeing me naked. The more personal stuff involving the two of us I also omitted since I felt all this information was private and not necessary.
It was obvious Pops was trying to sort this out and probably also trying to find a way to explain some of his thoughts to me so I let him think for a few moments. “Um…Latham this is really a bit odd, but I suppose with what he’s been going through maybe not so surprising. Now there are things such as masochistic and sadomasochistic, but I don’t think this is happening with Marty. Those things have to do with people who take pleasure in pain and can get orgasms because of it. I don’t think this is what is happening to Marty though because there are so many other things we have to take into account.” He added while I gave him a disgusted look like who in the world would want to have orgasms through pain, yet also feeling slightly guilty because despite Marty’s injuries his naked body still turned me on making me wonder what this said about a person like me.
Pops smiled at me waving for me to be patient while he tried to explain some things. “Personally, I think some of this has to do with puberty and his body probably starting to go through some changes. Due to the circumstances of his situation an orgasm may have been triggered during one of his beatings. The pain may have been responsible for him losing control over his body. He mentioned how sometimes he would wet himself while being beaten and in a way this is sort of similar.” He explained while I began to relate to what he was saying because the same thing happened to me each day the kidnapper had threatened me with the cigar. I had literally wet myself losing control over my bowels.
“Puberty can create its own issues like night emissions for boys. While boys are asleep sometimes they no longer have control over some things concerning their bodies. If there is a buildup of semen, combined with a boy’s sexual fantasies and dreams becoming creative, it could naturally create a situation where their seminal fluids are expelled while they are asleep. Heck for that matter a boy at this age doesn’t even have to be asleep for strange things to happen to him.” He added with a bit of a tease to ease some of the tension from this heavy kind of conversation.
“Well, we need to be supportive Latham, and discreetly help him get over some of these issues. Now that he’s out of this abusive situation I’m sure his sexual feelings and thoughts will normalize to one of a typical healthy teenager, but he may end up feeling guilty about it. We both know he shouldn’t be guilty about having those types of feelings despite everything that’s happened to him, but it is difficult for kids to deal with sometimes because they think having those thoughts or feelings is somehow wrong.” He added making me pause because it’s how I kind of felt about my feelings for Marty despite knowing of his abuse.
“It does explain why he’s terrified of someone seeing him get an erection.” Pops added with me looking at him questioningly while Pops tried to explain. “It isn’t just being afraid of that woman catching him get an erection and what she might do to him, but also because he feels guilty about having those good feelings when he’s being beaten. I think he may be associating getting an erection and having good feelings from an orgasm with pain now.” Pops tried to explain with me pausing in thought. “I’ll let his psychiatrist now about this Latham so he can have something to go on and he’ll know more how to approach getting him the support and help he needs to get through some of this.” Pops added making me uncomfortable about having this get out to someone else, but I knew he was right.
In addition to the specialist in school, Pops had made sure to get Marty to see someone specializing in abductions and physical abuse. I just hoped Marty wouldn’t tell the psychiatrist about the sexual incident in the hospital between the two of us. That was something personal and I didn’t think that should get out. I’d need to talk to Marty about it. I’m sure Pops would probably say that anything and everything should be in bounds with what the smaller boy discusses in private with the psychiatrist, but let’s face it this sort of stuff was kind of private in my opinion.
“Latham, things happen in life and as human beings we simply move on and can’t help the way we feel about sex and love in our lives.” Pops continued now striking a cord with how I was feeling about things. “It is a part of who we are at the core as human beings in this world, and no matter what happens or what we see; nature will still find a way in the end to work its magic allowing us to have certain feelings despite what hardships we may come across in life. Sometimes it is more difficult for some because of what they’ve experienced, but nature will find a way.” He paused in thought while I began to reflect on what he was telling me.
Of course he was talking about the smaller boy’s unusual reaction to getting an erection and having an orgasm when pain is inflicted on him, but in a way it also reflected some of my own doubts and feelings I was having towards Marty and boys in general. Despite his nasty bruising and whip marks the smaller boy still turned me on and I found myself fantasizing about him at times. Naturally, the visible evidence of his abuse disgusted me, but the boy himself and the other physical aspects of him is what turned me on. Even in the hospital it didn’t prevent me from having an orgasm when our bodies rubbed up against one another, or even from getting sexual with Luke after we saw those nasty marks on the smaller boy’s body. After the fact I was now feeling guilty about it, but I couldn’t help the way I felt when it came to sex.
Pop’s voice brought me back to the moment. “At least now we are fairly sure he hadn’t been sexually abused because this would surely create additional issues. Boys who are sexually assaulted tend to have feelings of doubt regarding their sexual feelings thinking they have no right to feel aroused. Some have issues later on in life forming a healthy sexual relationship with someone else. Hopefully since he wasn’t sexually assaulted he will get over some of those types of issues relatively unscathed. The mental and physical abuse he had to endure though is something he will probably need some help with. Only time will tell for sure though.” He nodded smiling at me and grunting when he leaned forward to stand up leaving me sitting on the couch in thought for a moment.
“Anyway, why don’t you go and check up on him. If we let him sleep too long he won’t get any sleep later on tonight. I’m going to fix us up some dinner.” He stated casually motioning for me to head upstairs and wake up the other boy.
Stepping lightly into Marty’s room, I had to smile because he looked so cute when he was asleep. He was sweating a little so I removed the blanket and stared at his small body. He looked more like an eleven or twelve year old boy, even the small little bulge pressing up against his plaid cottony shorts looked kind of on the small side for a boy his true age. He was no longer sporting an erection, but there definitely was that little rounded outline between his legs which was unmistakable. Sitting on the edge of his bed I placed my right hand on the other side of his body, next to his left thigh, supporting my weight while I leaned down and gently stroked his face with my left hand.
“Hey sleepy head wake up.” I called out softly to him watching as he slowly woke up.
His droopy green eyes squinted open peering back up into my face cutely and he yawned. “How are you feeling?” I asked tentatively knowing it hadn’t been easy for him to talk about his ordeal earlier.
The long haired boy smiled and signed. “I’m fine…you?” He asked, again yawning trying to wake up.
“I’m fine.” I admitted watching as he stretched his body and then grin at me knowingly when I noticed his shorts beginning to tent outwards.
Marty must have realized he just popped a stiffie because he reached down and adjusted his boner, but surprisingly didn’t try to conceal it. Getting an eyeful of his obvious small erection I gazed back up into his eyes noticing him smirk, which made me blush because I had been staring at the boy’s hard bulge.
“Pops said he’s fixing us up some dinner, but I suppose if you needed to hop in the shower there should be plenty of time.” I offered up, once more glancing between his legs noticing the rigid outline of his small thin three inch erection pressing up against his plaid shorts.
The smaller boy began to move so I shifted and watched as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He smiled at me sweetly and leaned in kissing me on the cheek before standing up once again not bothering to hide his boner, which now created a decent sized tenting that pointed straight outwards. Marty started for the open doorway but glanced back over his shoulders flashing me a cute smile which left me sitting there wondering what just happened. Not an hour earlier he had been terrified of someone finding out about him having a boner, and now here he was almost daring me to take a look. Shaking my head I decided to ignore it for now and made my way out of his room.
Heading down the hallway I paused at the bathroom door hearing the shower starting up and smiled. Just about two weeks ago he didn’t even know what a shower was, and here he was now having no problems with adjusting to his new life. I hoped most of the rest of his transition would be easy on him, but I knew there would be plenty of bumps in the road along the way. It was those hurdles which worried me as I made my way back downstairs to find out what Pop’s was preparing for us and to see if he needed any help.
He had brought home some ground beef and was cooking it up to make some tacos. I was going to ask if he wanted me to chop up some onions and tomatoes, but he pointed to the counter and I noticed he had picked up all the other little things to go along with it already cut and shredded up. I guess he figured it was just easier that way.
Dinner was an amusing fair with us all laughing at Marty trying his best to tackle the shells of the tacos. It was obvious he’s never had tacos before so it took some focus on his part before he got the hang of it. Watching him eat was always fun because he ate anything and everything we gave him with gusto, his face lighting up from the flavors bursting in his mouth. It was hilarious at times, but also a reminder of just how much he had already missed out on in his young years. I’m sure he probably had many of these things from when he was younger, but he didn’t remember most of them so for him it was like experiencing them for the very first time again, which for me was fun to watch.
After dinner we went out back on our cement patio and I showed him how to play some hoops. I taught him some of the basics and we began to have a lot of fun together. After that we tackled some homework, hung out some more, before watching a bit of television which he seemed to watch intently totally fascinated by some of the programs. It was a school night so we didn’t stay up late and before long were making our way to bed. I followed Marty first into his room and put the ointment over the welts on the back of his thighs and butt cheeks. They still looked nasty, but were already healing up nicely. Finishing up I left him alone and made my way back to my own room.
Sitting down at the computer I remembered the pictures and videos on my phone so after checking some of my messages opened up the folders containing the images and footage I had taken and after a quick look made sure to wipe them clean off of it since they were now on my computer. I then took a look on my computer smiling at the images of Joey which of course made me pop a stiffie. The boy was just too damn cute, but it was too dangerous to keep them along with the videos in a folder and unsecured. Utilizing a software program I zipped everything up and encrypted them.
Now that I was done I was still horny from watching the video and looking at the pictures of Joey so I got undressed and crawled under the covers fingering my hard penis while I thought over the day’s events. I sort of felt guilty about having these sexual feelings despite the stuff I’ve been going through with Marty, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I was horny all the time and it was just something I couldn’t control. Pops indicated this was something healthy and something we couldn’t avoid. So I exhaled softly and let my guilt go allowing my adolescent body to behave in a way that nature had meant it to be.
My mind kept wandering over towards the image of Joey standing there under the shower head and later in front of his locker. I couldn’t believe I actually had the nerve to try something so risky with the other boy, but it had been mind blowing and well worth the risk in the end. I only hoped he would open up a little more and not be so worried about the way he looked. Of course I understood he was nervous about his body because he was a little younger than the rest of us, but I actually thought he looked sexy. Besides, it wouldn’t be too long now before things began to change for him as well.
If I’m lucky maybe we would get the chance to fool around some more. Today it was basically me pleasuring him, but I’m sure we might get a chance at things again where he could perhaps return the favor. It didn’t bother me that Joey was the one who got the most out of our little encounter because I had managed to bust a nut as well. Besides, he had a sexy hot ass and my penis rubbing up inside the warm crease of his fleshy folds did feel sublime providing me with plenty of stimulation.
Reaching down between my legs I began to fondle myself feeling the familiar sensations begin to bubble up to the surface. It never really took me long to take care of my adolescent needs and I pretty much knew tonight would be no exception; especially, with the recent sexual encounter between me and Joey still firmly implanted in my memories. Everything about the brown haired boy turned me on; especially, those deep blue eyes.
“Damn, he’s so fucking sexy hot.” I whispered to myself feeling some pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip of my penis. “Oh yeah, this is going to be a good night for some good hand action.” I whispered naughtily starting the process which would provide me with the proper stimulation to reach my orgasmic rapture.
My thick erect penis felt ripe for the stroking and I quivered when I slowly wrapped my fingers around my sensitive tuber. Today had been my first true sexual experience with another person and my whole body felt alive and tingled now at the memories of my encounter with the smaller boy. Of course there was Marty and Luke, but those encounters really didn’t count in my opinion for their own reasons, but with Joey I felt as if it had truly been something special for me, and hopefully it had been for the darker haired boy as well. The image of his beautiful soft penis out in the locker room was almost too much for me and my body quivered lustfully. I recalled how it had felt and tasted when my lips wrapped around the warm soft fleshy and pliable cylinder, which had instantly inflated and gotten stiff, a wild incident to have experienced. It had been nothing short of incredible and something I really began to appreciate more and more after the fact because it had been a sexy hot encounter.
Focusing on my penis I began to enjoy the sensations I was feeling and squeezed the tip of my nozzle before slipping my finger between the meaty part of my pee slit. With my other hand I began to roll around my walnut sized testicles in my fingers enjoying that sensation as well. I wanted to play with myself tonight before I really got into it so I could enjoy my sweet moment and memory with Joey earlier in the day. It’s been a while since I’ve actually done it, that is to say simply playing around with it, having gotten into the habit of just jacking off and busting my nut. Fiddling around with my taut plump peg and warm fleshy boy pouch felt kind of nice and I was beginning to appreciate the joys of simply messing around with my boy bits when I was interrupted by a soft knocking on my door.
Damn, the timing couldn’t have been worse because my body had been feeling really wonderful getting those magnificent tingling like sensation. I could even feel how my milk tanks were beginning to writhe and churn converting its white smooth liquid contents into a frothier thick buttermilk kind of state, ready for discharge. Releasing my already slicked up thick twitching peg from my fingers I turned on to my side wondering who it could be. I mean, Marty usually didn’t come over and crawl under the covers for about another hour or so giving me plenty of alone time. I’m sure he pretty much knew what I was up to and we had sort of talked about it in a roundabout kind of way.
“Yeah,” I whispered softly but loud enough to be heard.
The door opened up and to my surprise it actually was Marty who stepped silently inside wearing nothing but his snug fitting white boy’s briefs. There was a nice tenting in the front and I knew he had popped a stiffie which was unusual because he usually didn’t have one when he snuck into my room. I’m sure that was due to him, like me, having already taken care of it before he came over to settle in with me; although, I’m sure he popped them when we snuggled up together because I always did. I didn’t mind seeing Marty all boned up though with a small tenting in his underwear. He had a sleek body and most of the bruising in the front of his torso was already gone. Not that he had a lot in front since most of his injuries were along his butt and the back of his thighs. Even those were starting to get better, but would still take a while to completely heal.
The longer haired boy smiled at me a bit shyly, but walked over silently before pausing by my bed and then to my surprise slipped out of his underwear. “W…what are you doing?” I asked a bit shocked my eyes flaring open as he stood up with his three inch hard penis pointing almost straight out from his body angling slightly to the left.
My own erection twitched and oozed some of its pre-cum adding to the slickness I already felt along my shaft. He really was cute and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his nakedness. My window faced the roadway out front and the light from the street lamps lit up his body in a soft glow making me swallow. There was just something exquisite about a boy’s penis; especially, when it got hard. Even though we all had the same thing between our legs everyone was different enough to add a sort of mystique about it. His was very rigid, sleek, and straight with a nice thin bullet shaped knob at the tip which was only slightly fatter than his shaft. It was kind of strange how it looked sleek when he was hard because when soft it sort of had a short stumpy kind of look. It definitely thickened up a tad more when he got an erection, but in this hard state it took on a sleeker like appearance; instead of the short plump stumpy one when it was soft.
Just beneath his swaying flag pole were his tightly wrapped nuggets sitting snuggly in their curved sheathed casing. The brown rounded mound looked kind of smooth with small creases or wrinkles barely visible to the eye. It was about the size of a golf ball sitting snuggly in front of his legs just beneath the root of his now stiffly outwards pointing shaft.
Movement caught my eye and I was forced to tear my gaze away from his delicate naked exquisiteness because he was signing. “It’s hot in your room.” He stated simply before reaching out and lifting up my covers pausing a moment.
His eyes flared open momentarily before he glanced towards me and flashed a smile. I was still hard as a rock and all slicked up from pre-cum, not something he usually sees on me when he crawls into my bed. By the time he usually snuggles up in bed with me at night I’ve already finished my naughty deed and was completely satiated. The smaller boy crawled over my body, his little boy penis swaying stiffly while his tightly packed marbles sort of squished between his thighs when he moved his legs creating a little bulging when his testicles pressed up against the membrane. I was simply fascinated by his nakedness as he finally settled next to me and shifted on his back.
“Marty, boys usually don’t sleep naked together.” I whispered softly with him shrugging his shoulders.
“You sleep naked all the time. Besides, I don’t want to be afraid anymore; at least not with you.” He added looking at me sideways with both of us falling silent in our own thoughts until I felt him nudging me.
“Latham, when you,” He began to sign before pausing making me wonder if he was trying to figure out a sign or if he was just getting his thoughts together. “How does it feel when you,” another pause, “earlier today when you were holding your thingy and doing things how did it feel?” He finally asked while I glanced at him sideways and blushed because it had been one of those embarrassing moments.
In normal circumstances I would have been humiliated at getting caught doing the five finger chuckle knuckle, but it was different with Marty, even now with him asking these questions I wasn’t too embarrassed since I knew he was just trying to learn about these things. “Um…well…it feels really good Marty, I mean really-really good. It felt the same way like in the hospital. I’m sure you felt it too.” I added recalling our unexpected orgasm together when our erections had rubbed up against each other.
The smaller boy scrunched up his eyes in thought. “So you can make it feel like that whenever you want?” He asked with me chuckling and shrugging my shoulders.
“Yeah, I suppose. There are all sorts of ways a guy can feel good, and what I did earlier today is one of them. As for whenever we want the answer is sort of a yes and no. I mean, in public I just can’t sling out my pecker and go at it you know, but yeah in private and stuff I can, well when I’m in the mood, which lately seems to be almost all the time.” I chuckled seeing his confusion about my last statement. “Puberty,” I giggled in explanation seeing him smile at my comment and accepting it as he stared at the ceiling in thought.
“Do…,” he paused a second or two. “Can you teach me how to make my thingy feel good like that?” He asked turning his head and gazing seriously at me.
“What…,” my voice caught in my throat because that was something I wasn’t expecting.
Most of us just sort of pick it up and learn on the fly. It sort of came naturally due in part to what we’ve sort of seen and heard from our peers and in other ways through some sort of media outlet whether it was a movie, the internet, or any number of other things. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out so I had to swallow.
When I didn’t answer him he began signing again. “Like the way you were doing earlier today. I…I don’t want to be afraid anymore and just want to know what it is supposed to feel like to do the same thing other boys are doing to their thingies.” He tried to explain still using a term for his erection he was familiar with even though he knew the other words for it.
I shook my head in stunned disbelief, but quickly came to a decision. “Sure,” I finally managed to get out throwing the covers off of us exposing our nakedness to one another feeling both nervous and giddy about it at the same time.
We were lying on our backs with his stiff penis pointing upwards angling slightly back towards his head while mine glistened wetly and pulsed heavily up against my small patch of pubes. His small rounded nut sack looked so cool between his legs and I could feel mine had once more sagged and was bumping up against my thighs. He was staring at my package now with a smile creasing his features as if he was enjoying what he saw. I sure was as I gawked back at his nakedness.
“Um…I’m going to turn on the light…uh…so we can see better…you know with what we are doing,” I whispered hoarsely wanting more light so I could get a better look at the sexiness between his legs and not for any other particular real reason.
He didn’t seem to care so I leaned over and turned on the lamp next to my bed before reaching down to the floor and scooping up my boxers to use for cleaning myself up afterwards. “H-holy crap…you…you look really nice down there,” I gulped taking in his nudity when I settled back into place.
I’ve seen him naked before of course, but this was somehow different. This was now more about sex and his hard little peg looked sexier than ever before making me yearn to reach out and simply do naughty things to him rather than showing him how to jack off. It was difficult for me not to simply ravage him like I had done with Joey, but he wasn’t looking for something like this and I didn’t want to scare him. After all, him simply allowing someone to see his erection had been a major step for him.
In the end I knew him taking the first step of learning how to jack off was actually better for him instead of jumping right into a full blown sexual event with another person. Sometimes sex can be intimidating and very confusing, so learning how to jack off first and allowing yourself to experience the youthful joys of feeling an orgasm in this small way was a good method to start out. After he learns this, he can then further expand his experiences on his own as he learns how to manipulate the way he jacked off in what will make those tingling sensations even more intense before moving on to other things.
It was kind of awkward because our two naked bodies were bumping up against one another, which added to the sensuousness of what we were about to do. Even though I’m sure some of my friends have done this sort of thing with others, I’ve never jacked off next to another boy before so this would be a new experience for me. Reaching between my legs I picked up my thick fleshy tuber in my fingers and began to run them around the tip of my knob feeling that tingling sensation begin to bubble up to the surface. I was already highly sensitive and knew it wouldn’t take me long to explode once I began so needed to make sure Marty was well on his own path before then.
“Um…alright,” I whispered glancing at the other boy who was fixedly watching what I was doing. “Anyway, there really isn’t a right or wrong way to do this and everyone sort of figures things out along the way that makes them feel good. I suppose it all works, but most boys sort of wrap their fingers around their stiffies and begin to stroke it up and down like this.” I explained showing it to him by fisting my thick log and starting to slowly stroke it up and down hearing that sort of slurping sound because I was all slicked up from pre-cum.
The long haired boy watched me for a few seconds before he reached down fisting his own small hard erection. He began slowly jerking on it like I was, but it was awkward for him and I saw the problem almost immediately. His penis was still a bit too small to fist it completely so I immediately adjusted my own hand using only three fingers and my thumb to stroke it along the length of my slicked up tube.
“Try using only two or three fingers with your thumb,” I whispered softly watching while Marty adjusted his fingers to first using three before going down to only two.
With just his pointing finger, middle finger, and thumb he could use longer strokes and I could tell he was getting into it as he glanced over at me and grinned impishly before looking back down at what he was doing. My eyes followed his and it was so damn sexy hot watching him jack off for his very first time. His fingers flowed effortlessly up and down in a rapid like tempo while I once more full fisted my tuber increasing tempo. My eyes were riveted on his pink like flesh which was beginning to turn red while the small sleek bulb on his tip end began to turn a nice plum color. Looking over at me he noticed I was cupping my ball sack rolling around my testicles so he reached down with his other hand and began to squeeze his taut balls, the boy’s little cherry sized testicles pressing up against his smooth tight membrane forming oval shaped bulges.
“H-holy crap that’s so fucking sexy hot.” I rasped.
We were both panting and sweating now with the sides of our bodies rubbing up against one another which only heightened the experience for me. Feeling another boy’s warm body up against mine somehow felt sexy hot. Even our feet were rubbing against one another and I felt him spreading out his legs even further, his right heel and ankle settling over the top of my left calf. Just this simple contact was overwhelmingly powerful and with my eyes riveted on his hard jerking nail I felt the burning sensation deep down inside of me bubbling up to the surface. My body began to stiffen up with my feet curling backwards in preparation for what was about to happen. The top part of my left foot brushed up along the soft soles of Marty’s right foot and rubbed lightly against one another increasing the stimulation of the moment.
The smaller boy paused for a moment with his eyes riveted on the change in my body as if studying closely what was about to happen. His fingers stopped stroking his own stiff erection, but continued to wriggle around with him pinching and running them along the ridge of his purple nozzle, which was so sexy hot and incredible to watch. That was all it took with my stomach constricting and my body seizing as the rush of euphoria roared in my ears.
Even my face became hot with me arching my back while my little cannon once more spat out its slimy snot. I felt it pulse several more times before the first splattering of my white lava splashed against my chest and neck. I saw a few drops landing on Marty’s arm with him flinching in wide eyed wonder watching the orgasm rip through my body.
“Aaaarph, ummph, uumph, uuumph,” I moaned as quietly as possible with my testicles jolting upwards in spastic convulsions.
With one final grunt I expelled the last of my goopy mess and slumped back into the mattress wheezing and glancing over towards the long haired boy who looked on in stunned bewilderment. Gulping in air I began to recuperate quickly since I’ve done this at least a thousand times by now, and reaching for my boxers began to wipe away the mess from my body while Marty seemed to realize he still had work to do which made me smile because it was a typical teenager like response.
Tossing aside my plaid boxers I rolled on my side and began rubbing Marty’s stomach to help him along. His face was screwed up in focus now and his tongue hung slightly out the side of his mouth which was just too cute. I could tell he was getting close now because he was gasping for air.
“That’s it…just keep going.” I whispered softly my eyes glued to his fingers which had become a blur on his now crimson colored stalk. “Oh man that is so fucking sexy hot Marty.” I rasped enthralled by what he was doing.
I’ve never watched anyone jacking off before and I was so close to his small erection and little golf ball that I could actually smell his musky boy like odor. I was close enough to actually see the small like wrinkles on his tautly packed little boy bag and it intrigued me how something so smooth looking could have all these little wrinkles on close inspection. Like with Joey I could also detect those fine blonde like vellum hairs on his blank slate. Just above the root of his shaft there was an indentation, almost like a little dimple with a small ring of fat surrounding his base. Everything about this was sexy hot with the boy suddenly stiffening up in his first ever masturbatory created orgasm.
His penis began to quiver and suddenly lurched in glorious splendor. To my amazement I saw a small translucent beaded droplet propelled from the tip of his penis and land squarely right in the middle between his belly button and blank slate. His little pistol recoiled several more times, but nothing else came out. Even his tightly packed ball sack managed to move around, but it was his cherry sized testicles which created the movement when they contracted upwards into his body cavity with each orgasmic pulse.
The oddest thing of all was the silence. He never uttered a sound, grunt or otherwise. All I could hear was the rasping in his chest when he began to gulp for much needed air. Within moments his orgasm had run its course and he settled contentedly back into the mattress with his green eyes glazed over momentarily and slowly coming into focus.
Marty couldn’t believe the incredible feeling he had just experienced. He had been enthralled watching the bigger boy do things to his hard thingy. They way it jerked around with his danglies jolting upwards had captured his imagination. He enjoyed watching Latham and seeing the bigger boy’s body react in a way he knew was pleasing for the other boy. It had made him feel kind of funny on the inside too. It was a feeling he’s never experienced before, but one he decidedly thought was nice.
After watching how Latham made his hard thingy feel good Marty had focused on his own much smaller hard thingy. It didn’t take him long to get those familiar tingling and fluttering sensations. His body felt alive in a way he’s never experienced before when he got those tickly feelings and wondered if maybe this was because there wasn’t any pain to go along with it this time. He didn’t have time to think any further on it because suddenly he felt his insides bunching up together and his entire body stiffening up with the most incredible feeling wrapping him up in its fierce grip. It lasted several long moments before he suddenly came crashing back to reality gulping for air.
“Oh fuck that was wickedly awesome Marty,” I whispered running the tip of my finger just below his belly button scooping up the small amount of translucent boy syrup. “Did you like it?” I asked with him gazing at me for a moment before his mouth spread open in a wide pleased smile and nodding emphatically. “Look, your first boy jizz…you know cum.” I told him while he looked at me questioningly not exactly sure what I meant. “You squirted Marty, just like I do. I know it doesn’t look exactly the same and isn’t a whole lot, but this is how I started too and it won’t be long before there will be more. It also means you are well on your way with puberty.” I announced giddily while he beamed and watched as I held my finger up to my nose taking a sniff.
It didn’t have much of an odor at all. I remembered when I first began mine didn’t either, where now there was a more potent smell to it. I never tried my own cum when I first began, too chicken shit about it at the time, but I have tried it in more recent weeks noting it kind of had a taste that I couldn’t describe. It was sort of salty with a little tang to it, and kind of slippery on the tongue. Mine also had a tad bit of ammonia smell to it, but overall the small amount I had tried didn’t taste bad at all. Emboldened by this I stuck my finger in my mouth and tasted Marty’s true essence, his very first honeyed nectar. It was only a small amount, but it tasted almost sweet and not salty at all.
“Mmmm, you taste good,” I giggled with him smiling and blushing at me curiously. “It’s not like it is pee or anything Marty.” I added with him shrugging his shoulders taking my word for it as I settled on my back.
“This was way cool.” I exhaled softly looking over at the smaller boy’s now spent little boy penis.
It had shriveled up with his nozzle barely poking out of his pubic mound and his ball sack looking a bit tighter. It was way smaller than mine, but on him it looked sexy. My own penis had shriveled up as well laying sideways against my thigh while my own ball sack seemed to hang down even more. Odd, how it was different for the two of us.
“Yes, way cool,” Marty had to spell out the words making me smile at how he was already picking up a lot of the slang by just hanging around other kids.
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me because in a way it would be the same if I hung out with other kids in a different country. It wouldn’t take long for me to pick up some of the phrases and sayings typical of all kids in a peer group. Marty rolled on top of me and I could feel his warm skin pressing up against mine. His soft truffles nestled up along my stomach and even this was kind of sexy as I ran my hand gently up and down his back. I could feel his pounding heart, which was still beating rapidly from his experience, and I smiled because this felt comfortable.
After a few moments Marty slid off to the side leaving his left leg draped over my hip and his left arm over my lower chest as he snuggled up against me. His body felt warm and soft burrowed up against me including his boy goods which pressed up along the side of my stomach and ribs now. If I hadn’t just satiated my own piston just now I’d have popped another stiffie. At the moment though I felt a sense of warm satisfied contentment where I was at total ease with what just happened between the two of us. Unlike in the hospital when we both had an unexpected orgasm together, I felt no regrets at having shared this experience tonight with the other boy.
“You did good Marty,” I murmured gently, shifting around slightly and yawning.
The smaller boy’s eyes were already closed, but he smiled. A few seconds later he was breathing softly and I knew he had fallen asleep. Today had indeed been a wonderful day despite some of the gruesome aspects. It had been a first for me in many ways and it is the closeness I experienced with other human beings which is what made it such a wonderful day I would remember for a long time to come.
Tomorrow would be another day and hopefully it will be just as great. My thoughts turned to Joey wondering how he would react in school when we met up again tomorrow because of what had transpired between the two of us. I only hoped that overnight he wouldn’t change his mind and start getting freaked out by what happened after he had time to think things through. He had seemed pleased by the sexual encounter so I was sure this could lead somewhere for us, at least I began to hope it would. Of course there was Sienna, but since she refused to put out I suppose there wasn’t any harm in establishing other ways to find pleasure. I liked Joey and I wanted us to become better friends since he was a pretty cool kid once you got to know him.
My eyes drooped closed and within moments I too was gently dozing with the soft warmth of Marty nuzzled safely in my tender embrace. It had indeed been a wonderful day I whispered softly to myself drifting completely into a slumbering state.
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End of Chapter Twelve: Gruesome Revelations
Coming soon Chapter Thirteen: What’s Normal
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EXCERPT FROM BOYS, PUBERTY, & SEX
Big tears began to well up in Marty’s sad green eyes when he gazed at me intently shaking his head. “Please Latham,” he signed shaking his head, “No,” he finished half heartedly turning his head away from me and not signing anymore.
I fell silent too allowing the boy to settle down, but I wasn’t going to let this go. It was too important, and I wasn’t sure when I’d get this opportunity again. I had wanted to talk to him about it now for a while, but the time never felt right. Now that it had come up, I thought I needed to press him on it. I wasn’t going to push too hard, but I wasn’t just going to let it slide either.
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GRUESOME REVELATIONS
“I’m here Marty, it’ll be alright, but it is important that you tell someone what happened or we can’t help you. I promise, nothing bad will happen because of what you tell me. I…I love you and that won’t change.” I whispered the last part because a boy admitting something like that out loud was difficult to do.
Reaching out and wrapping my arm around his shoulders, I pulled him into my body giving him a warm hug letting him know I meant it. The long haired boy craned his neck and looked into my eyes fixedly with big tears tumbling down the side of his cheeks as if debating what to do. I could tell he was hesitant because he was used to keeping things to himself. Then I saw his hands twitch and slowly rise up signing to me slowly at first and then with purpose while I tried to decipher. He began with uncertainty, but then with more confidence after each signed word as if he couldn’t stop once he began.
“I don’t remember much from the time before.” He signed to me. “I think maybe I had a brother or someone kind of close to me…two or three years younger…maybe less, I’m not sure. We were playing outside. I remember it was a nice day and I didn’t have class so we were outside. It was a good day, the last one I’ve had like that, until…until I met you.” He paused turning his head away from me as if the images of that last wonderful day when everything was still right in the world were a distant memory.
“It’s the day everything changed because a green van pulled up, and before I knew it someone got out, a big fat man and grabbed the boy at the edge of our yard. I remember how I panicked because I was responsible for him. It was my job to protect him so I ran over trying to pull him away. The boy was crying and I was crying, but I fought as hard as I could, kicking and biting. That was the last thing I remembered until I came to chained up in a small cold room. It smelled and the floor was damp.” He explained the memory of it making him shudder in despair and pause for several long moments.
After that everything seemed to come out in a rush with his hands and fingers becoming a blur of signs and spelled out words. It stunned me how the words leaped from his fingers. It was all broken up and in no particular order in sentence structure, but it was easy enough to piece things together with the missing words. There were no words needed for me to actually feel what he was trying to say so I sat there and listened to the grizzly details of his life for the next several years until he escaped. It was horrifyingly gruesome and several times the bile rose up inside my stomach and I wanted to throw up. I nearly did on numerous occasions, but this was too important to interrupt because if he stopped now he’d never tell it again so with great effort I tamped it down to the point I was becoming ill with my head starting to pound, my body trembling, my limbs becoming weak, and with me beginning to sweat.
The first day of his captivity he had cried all night until a big fat woman, bigger than even the foul stinking man, had waddled downstairs and told him how his parents couldn’t afford to have two kids so needed to let someone else take care of one. It’s why he thought the other boy was his brother. They had chosen the other boy, but since he became violent they took him instead because his parents didn’t want an unruly child, besides he cost more with all of his music lessons and all.
I found this information odd because it meant the man and woman who took him had to either know who the family was or had been watching closely looking for a target. I also had to agree with Marty that maybe the other boy had been his brother just by the way the man and woman had tried to justify why he was taken. Even though it was difficult listening to what happened to Marty I made sure to take in all the little details because it could become important as I focused on what he was saying through sign language.
When Marty continued to cry, after the woman told him repeatedly to stop, it was then he discovered what his fate would be for years to come. With the man’s help they had taken off his shackles and stripped the boy naked while he fought back. It was no use though because he was so little, but he remembered it was the first time he had ever been naked in front of anyone who wasn’t family. He was in shock at first not knowing what to do and didn’t even realize at first when the woman sat down in the chair her flabby obesity flowing over the edges of the seat with it creaking in protest because of the weight. Before he knew it the man had picked him up and shoved him over the woman’s lap.
What followed had been the most painful experience of his life because she began to beat him with a metal rod. He screeched because it had hurt and she beat him some more for screaming. It was terrifying and he tried to get away, but the man held him down while the woman repeatedly whipped him with that rod. At one point he could feel the slippery sensation of blood flowing between his legs. He must have passed out then because when he woke up he was chained up again and lying on a cement floor completely naked and shivering from pain and cold.
From that day forward the woman beat him at least once a day sometimes more depending on some phantom like digression which he could never figure out. He lost count how many times he had been beaten, but explained in detail what his daily life was like. He tried to escape when he had the chance. One time the man had forgotten to put the chain on his ankle, but he didn’t get far. They beat him really bad that time and afterwards he didn’t try again for the longest time. Then after a while when they thought he wasn’t fighting back any more they stopped chaining him up and just left him locked up downstairs.
After a few days of not being chained up he tried to escape again and the woman became really angry beating him so bad that he kept passing out and coming to with the woman still wailing on him with that god awful metal switch. His body was covered in blood, but the woman didn’t stop, just whipping him over and over again and wheezing loudly from the effort. He screamed for help, for anyone to come save him, but the woman sneered at him telling Marty no one wanted an evil wretched boy who was nothing but worthless scum. At one point he heard his shrill voice crack and it was the last time he ever uttered a word again. At first it had been because afterwards his throat hurt for the longest of times, but then later he did it out of spite until he literally wasn’t able to speak at all for some reason.
He didn’t know how long his beating had lasted, but the woman suddenly stood up shoving him off her lap with his bloody body landing resoundingly on the hard cement floor in a crumpled broken heap. After that he was in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. He was broken on the outside and defeated on the inside. He was dying, this much he knew. The man would come down from time to time and shove some awful tasting food in front of him, but he didn’t have the will to eat. It upset the man with him turning red in the face and howling saying how good food was being wasted while he kicked Marty in the gut. At this point the smaller boy hardly even felt it. He was ready to die and he welcomed the peaceful darkness to come and take him away.
This was when he first heard it, the gentle voice in his mind. It began to talk to him, to let him know he mattered and was loved. Before that it had only been a little flittering of his imagination when he slept, but now it took on a firmer reality. He didn’t know who it was, but it sounded like a little boy’s voice. Even though the hazy spectral like image never took form completely in his foggy state, it was still a firm presence. Over time it never ever truly solidified, always remaining like a hazy fog, but from that day on it visited him regularly; especially, in his dreams. It was this that saved him time and time again. He began to slowly recover from death’s door, but it was at a price. He never spoke again, which infuriated the woman to no end and he had to endure pain; everyday he had to bear it until it just became a natural part of his daily existence; just like being hungry and cold all the time. At this point he was simply existing and nothing more.
They would berate him, beat him, tell him he was worthless and unwanted, but he held on because every night when he fell asleep there was the voice, this other boy, telling him he mattered and someday it would be alright, but he had to endure, to fight with everything he had. The voice told him that no matter what the fat woman and man said he mattered and there were people out there who loved him. Some day he would get his chance, but he would need to find the strength. It was this small ray of hope which had saved his life on many occasions. He had come to trust this voice and it had saved him time and time again until this past winter when things became desperate for him, and everything started to change.
He got really sick with his chest rattling and him coughing up blood after they hosed him down one day outside because he was starting to smell. It had been freezing outside that day, with the basement not being much warmer. Once again death was knocking at his door and he shivered night after night on the damp cold cement floor in the basement. The man and woman didn’t even bother with any medication, not even a blanket, letting him suffer and saying he was already costing them a fortune just for food alone. They told him maybe this was for the best, but it was up to him whether he died or lived. It took him a long time to recover, but after that the man and woman continually began to argue about how much the boy was costing them. It was then he began to realize if he didn’t do something soon he would surely die.
To his horror something else began to happen around this time, Marty indicated, pausing a moment and looking at me nervously. I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it because he was afraid, but I knew if I let it go now he’d never tell anyone.
“Marty, what happened?” I asked softly reaching over and placing my hand on his knee and thigh rubbing it gently urging him to continue.
The boy looked at me and then away with tears once more tumbling down his cheeks. He had cried on and off while he was telling me his gruesome story, but now he began to tremble with fear. I didn’t know what could scare him so much considering everything’s he’s gone through, but whatever it was I would be there to support him.
“Marty?” I whispered softly prodding him some more.
Exhaling softly, the boy looked into my eyes and tried to explain. “I...I began to enjoy the beatings.” He signed his hands finishing and dropping into his lap while he looked down in shame.
“What!” I gasped in shock kicking myself for letting this get the better of me when he needed my support so I quickly added a bit more softly. “I…I don’t understand, Marty. I mean…the pain…,” I paused not really knowing what to say and relieved when he once more began to speak to me through signing.
“It still hurt Latham, but…I…,” he began and pausing not knowing how to explain it to me. “My thingy, it started getting hard all the time and I…I’d get those tingly feelings while she was beating me. Then one day I thought I peed myself, but it was like in the hospital, like you were saying with those good feelings. Now I understand what it had been. I know that it was orgasms I was having when she beat me. It frightened me because if she ever found out my thingy was getting hard and what was happening I’d be in big trouble. I knew she would probably kill me for being a filthy boy. They were always saying how boys were filthy with the things they would do to their bodies. I never understood, but now after talking with you I know what they were talking about.” He signed suddenly stopping in mid stride as if thinking.
I could tell he was struggling and was glad when he started signing again. “I…I could never let her know my thingy was getting hard. If she ever found out she’d have cut it off.” He told me bluntly while I blanched for the umpteenth time because of how he simply stated it as fact. “She would beat me and probably cut it off before dumping my body somewhere or leaving it in the cold basement to rot. If she ever found out it would be the end of me.” He frowned while I nearly threw up but drew him towards me.
“Then at the hospital it scared me because I got those feelings, but I wasn’t being hurt. It confused me and I knew what was happening had to be somehow evil. I…I couldn’t let anyone know and had to somehow hide it from everyone.” He confessed to me which shocked me because such an idea was the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.
It was real for Marty though and it had to be a part of the brainwashing he’s received over the years. The man and woman had been brutal not only physically, but psychologically. It amazed me that the smaller boy wasn’t even more messed up in the head because overall he was psychologically stable. Even though I knew this was the most absurd thing to think, and even though I’ve explained how those types of feelings were normal, for Marty, in his mind, this still had to be something naughty, dirty, and evil. This was something he had to hide despite my assertion this was only natural and not evil.
“No Marty, it isn’t evil to feel good like that. All boys go through this and it is a part of growing up. It can’t be helped and I don’t know why you would get those feelings while she beat you and were in pain. Maybe it’s nature’s way of allowing you to start the process of change. I’ve never heard of anything like this, but getting those good tingly feelings isn’t wrong, so you having an orgasm wasn’t wrong. It even happens sometimes when we are asleep so this only tells you it is something we can’t control sometimes and is only natural.” I whispered softly.
“Do you really think so?” He asked. “My thingy getting hard is supposed to happen?”
“Yes Marty, you’ve seen me getting hard plenty of times now and you know I get those good feelings too. It happened at the hospital and just a while back in my room. I…um…I do that sort of thing several times a day when I’m alone. Many boys our age do the same thing, so you don’t have to be afraid, not really. I mean, of course you don’t want people to catch you at it since it is kind of private, but when you are alone it is alright. Sometimes though you will get hard while others are around and all you can do is try hiding it, but if someone sees it they won’t cut it off and it isn’t a bad thing.” I assured him holding the boy closer to my chest and falling silent.
After a few minutes I sighed still wondering about something. “Marty, how did you get away?” I asked with him looking at me and shrugging his shoulders before signing and completing his story.
For some reason the man and woman suddenly woke him up in the middle of the night and shackled him in their van. It was filled with all of their belongings, packed tightly into containers. This has happened before where they would suddenly pack up and leave making a new home somewhere else. He never really knew why it happened, but when it did he could tell the man and women would be really nervous and even looked scared about something. This last time, they traveled for several days with him sleeping in the van. It had been warm already where they had been, but it was getting colder each day they drove. He heard them talking about Canada and how they needed a change, maybe even a new boy which began to frighten him. He thought he was hopelessly doomed.
This time though the boy finally got an opportunity to escape and was spurred to do so when the man had thrown some food at him saying he needed to be hosed off again because he smelled. Marty knew if this happened he’d never survive so when the man had inadvertently lost the keys in the van, he took the opportunity and escaped. He had managed to free himself from his chains and fled into the forest. He had food which would last him several days and there was plenty of water in the several streams along the way. He finally found himself free from the horrible man and woman, but totally lost not knowing what to do from there. After a few days his food ran out and he was wandering aimlessly, completely lost in the forest. Then one night there was a lightning storm and he was knocked unconscious. He was ready to die until I had come along and saved him.
It astounded me just how resourceful the smaller boy had been for all of these years just to survive. Sitting here listening to him recount his gruesome ordeal it struck me just how detailed he had been throughout his explanation. Throughout it all I had listened very closely filing away some of the finer details in the back of my mind so I could pass it along to Pop’s.
“What did I do wrong?” Marty asked catching me by surprise.
“What?” I managed to get out shaking my head.
“The man and woman; every day they would beat me and tell me I deserved this because I was a nasty filthy boy who was horrible and tainted. They always told me I did something wrong, but I never knew what I did that was so wrong. Do you know what I did that was so wrong?” He pleaded with large tears tumbling down his cheeks.
I gawked in horror, at the idea of him thinking this was somehow his fault. His innocent sweet face showed nothing but sincerity, actually wanting to know what he had done so wrong. His body was shaking with his eyes all watered up and I’m sure it made things blurry for him as he tried to wipe away his tears. It was simply too much and he broke down in my arms curling up on the bed with his head in my lap. He began to cry with his whole body shuddering while I ran my hand up and down his arm trying to comfort him.
Even I began to cry and hiccup because this was so very wrong and emotionally appalling. He needed to know once and for all he didn’t do anything wrong. This was not his fault and if anything he was so brave. Lifting his head off my lap I shifted and cuddled up next to him with us spooning together so I could wrap him safely in my arms.
“Marty you did nothing wrong.” I whispered turning my head and kissing his cheek which was wet and tasted salty. “They were the ones who are to blame for everything. There’s no way your parents would have ever given you away. The man and woman lied to you. They are sick in the head, that’s all there is to it. This is not your fault and you probably saved the other boy’s life, whoever it was, because I don’t think anyone else could have ever gone through what you’ve experienced and survived it. You are the bravest boy ever. If you have family out there Pop’s and our friends will find them. I know they will, and I know there are people out there who are still looking for you. Parents never forget or ever give up Marty, so don’t give up on them.” I whispered in his ears letting him cry while my own tears trickled down my face.
We were both pretty worked up so I began to hum gently and when I got to the chorus I actually sang it softly trying to calm myself down. It was one of the tunes we’ve been practicing in choir class, and the one I sang when I had found Marty. At the time it seemed to calm him down and I’ve hummed it a time or two since then when the two of us were cuddled together like this. Getting to the second chorus I began singing it again with him stirring in my arms and wiping away the wetness on his cheeks while yawning.
“I like it when you sing,” he spelled and signed making me smile. “You’ve got a pretty voice,” He added.
“Thanks Marty. It’s a song we’ve been practicing in choir called ‘In The Arms Of An Angel,” I grinned giving him a gentle squeeze with my arms wrapped around his body.
“It’s really nice. I remember someone singing it to me when I was little; a woman. Do you think it might have been my mom? I don’t remember much about her.” He yawned again closing his eyes.
“Maybe…probably.” I told him sincerely.
“Please sing some more of it.” He asked with me smiling and untangling myself from him so I could sit up while he rolled on to his back into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes.
Slowly, I began to sing the entire song for him as I ran my fingers lightly over his stomach just beneath his shirt. I heard him breathing softly as my song carried away all of his troubles and he slowly drifted asleep. With the last of the notes fading into silence, I sighed and looked down at his peaceful slumbering countenance. His long golden mahogany colored hair was disheveled over his closed eyes so I stopped rubbing his stomach and reached up clearing away his stringy locks. When I first met the boy it was all matted and grimy, but now that it’s been trimmed and cleaned, his highlights shone in the afternoon rays of sunshine coming through his bedroom window. He had such an adorably sweet round face, the sprinkling of freckles over his nose and cheeks more noticeable now that he had a healthier glow about him.
My eyes automatically traveled over his sleek body noticing the small bump in the front part of his shorts. He must have popped a woody when I was rubbing his stomach with the outline of it pointing up towards his head and slightly angled towards his left. Earlier I would have been tempted to reach out and actually rub it in my fingers, maybe even taking the chance of slipping my hand beneath his shorts, but I really wasn’t in the mood and the idea of doing that to him while he was asleep sort of made me sick considering what we had just gone through. Still, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity of running my fingers briefly, with a light touch, over his small hard tube feeling it twitch and seeing it move, which in turn made me giggle and forget for a second the hardships and aches. Only for a second or two though, before I sighed shaking my head wondering how I could still be kind of horny considering everything that’s going on.
Reaching down I eased Marty’s socks off his feet noticing for the first time how small and cute they were, including his little tootsies, before getting up and making my way to the small closet with accordion doors which swung open. On the top shelf was a small blanket, and grabbing it I made my way back to the bed and gently covered him up. Leaning over I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear.
“Just sleep Marty. Everything will work out.” I promised him gently.
Having to go through this emotional upheaval must have left Marty completely worn out so I left him alone to sleep it off. Even I felt exhausted as I pulled his door slightly behind me leaving it open just a crack before heading towards the bathroom. Even though I had taken a shower at school just an hour or so ago, I needed a shower because I now felt sticky from my own cum splattering all over my body and completely drained from the gruesome revelations of Marty’s past. Shucking off my socks and peeling off my jeans and underwear I turned on the shower adjusting the temperature of the water before stepping into the small stall and closing the curtains behind me.
Moving up under the hot water I began to unwind feeling the tension slowly dissipate with my muscles loosening up. I hadn’t realized just how stressed I had become with my body stiffening and tensing up. Even though I had only listened while Marty told me of his horrifying time in captivity, it was still alarming and distressing, sapping the strength right out of me. The hot shower felt soothing as I stretched out my hand leaning up against the wall while my mind began to wander and I allowed myself to relax.
Suddenly Marty’s disconcerting words began to work its way into my thoughts and the gravity of them simply became too much. Throughout his harrowing tale I had held back the rising bile, but now there was no holding back the tide as I suddenly crumpled to my knees with huge sobs wracking my body before I heaved and threw up. I felt the burning first before I tasted the acidic bitterness in my mouth and nose when chunky pieces of bile forced its way out through my mouth and a small amount spurt through my nose making me wretch even more. My body heaved several more times with the contents of today’s meals forcing its way back up and out through my mouth. Just when I thought I was done my body contracted several more times with nothing else coming out, but more painful than the first rounds of upheavals since my stomach was now empty. The muscles in my abdomen began to ache from the intensity of my contractions.
The smaller boy’s words struck at my core shaking me to the very foundation, the evil of what he had to endure almost too much for me to stomach. How anyone can be so cruelly malevolent and immoral towards another human being was simply beyond me. I knew from experience evil existed, but it continued to surprise me just the depth of depravity one person can show towards another human being. I didn’t know how long I sat crumpled on the floor of the shower stall, but slowly I uncurled my body sitting in a more comfortable position.
Most of the chunky bile had been washed away, but there was some spattered and sticking against the side of the tub. Sighing I stood up and began scrubbing away the filth from my body and tub. A few minutes later I stepped out drying myself off and brushing my teeth since my mouth felt all scummy. Wrapping a towel around my waist I picked up my jeans, socks, and underwear before stepping into my room. It was still warm so I opened up a drawer on my dresser and slipped on a pair of loose boxers.
Making my way silently down the stairs I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping it down, and surprising myself at just how thirsty I had become emptying it completely out. Grabbing a second bottle I made my way into the living room and took a seat on the couch stretching out and turning on the television set with the remote. I was practically naked, wearing only my loose red colored plaid boxers, but it didn’t worry me any. It was only Pops and Marty in the house with me, and both of them have seen me completely naked anyway so I wasn’t too concerned about being in boxers. Besides, it was kind of warm in the house and right now I was comfortable.
One minute I was watching television and the next moment I felt a gentle shake on my shoulders and a light kiss on my cheek. “Hey sleepyhead,” I heard Pops whispering in my ears with my eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Oh, hey Pops, I must have dozed off.” I yawned noticing his sheepish grin.
“Yeah, I noticed, and that’s not all I see.” He chuckled shaking his head. “You may want to close the door on your cage before your little fat birdie flies away from its hairy nest and eggs.” He teased nodding his head pointedly towards my crotch with me looking down and jerking in surprise.
My thick pecker had ballooned into a full blown erection and was poking through the side leg opening of my boxers along with my heavy ball sack and most of my small patch of pubes. That was one thing about these new boxers I didn’t like because with them being so loose they created gaps or ride up, which were fairly revealing at times when lounging around. The small gaps showing off my young teen bits really weren’t all too troubling, but having my entire fat erection and soft ball bag sticking out for Pop’s to see was a bit troubling and embarrassing to say the least. I immediately began trying to shove it back beneath my underwear. With it so damn hard it was difficult to do at first, but since this was a bit embarrassing it didn’t take long for the damn unruly thing to deflate completely allowing me to finally get it tucked away safely from view.
Pop’s chuckled and shook his head at my expense. “It looks like puberty’s been rather kind to you.” He teased ruffling my hair before his eyes looked at me a bit concerned. “But you look awful Latham. I hope you aren’t coming down with anything.” He noted while I finally managed to get squared away before sighing and shaking my head.
“No Pops…it’s Marty. We had a long chat when we got back from school today and it…um…it was…,” I exhaled noisily shaking my head and looking at my grandfather a bit sadly. “It was awful.” I admitted feeling my stomach contract and trying to hold back from throwing up again.
PopPop must have noticed my misery so he motioned for me to move over and took a seat on the couch next to me. When he draped his arm around my shoulder I leaned in sideways tucking and curling my legs on the sofa with my head settling on Pop’s chest. He gave me a gentle hug and I began to relax. Most kids my age were already shying away from their parent’s gentle embrace, but I still loved cuddling up like this with my grandfather and missed doing the same with Nana as well. I remembered plenty of nights where we would all sit on this very couch while I laid my head in Nana’s lap and draped my legs over Pop’s thighs while we watched television. It made me feel all safe and cozy. I used to do the same thing with my parents before they were killed and I missed those times. At least I could still enjoy cuddling up with Pop’s as he gently rubbed my arm making me feel all cozy and comfortable.
“It was awful,” I finally exhaled softly my body shuddering at the recollection of the gruesome ordeal the smaller boy had to endure.
It took me a while to get through it, letting PopPop know what Marty had told me. I also added the more intricate details I had been told knowing some of it could be useful. Pop’s seemed to agree with my assessment nodding his head sympathetically while I recounted just about everything to him, only hesitating about the smaller boy’s confession regarding getting orgasms since that was kind of private. I wanted to wait and think on it for a bit before I revealed something this personal and embarrassing.
“Never in all my years practicing medicine,” Pop’s exhaled softly his pale features reminding me of how I had felt when the smaller boy had told me what happened to him. “But you are right there is a lot of good information here Latham. The description of the man and woman are important along with the van they are driving. It also sounds to me like he escaped in Eelee, and I think I’m sure which bar he’s talking about. I’ll contact Sheriff Sheridan to go check it out. There still might be some surveillance footage along with people being able to give enough details to provide a sketch.” He nodded his head beginning to put things into perspective.
“They still haven’t been able to find out anything about where Marty belongs?” I asked wondering why it would be so difficult since it’s been close to a couple of weeks.
“No, nothing, but we didn’t have much information to go on other than his first name and approximately how old he is now. We’ve put his DNA into the system, but that could be a hit and miss as well if the department where he was from never added that information. It’s still early in the process Latham so could still take some time.” He tried to explain.
“Now we’ve got more information though.” He continued. “It sounds like Marty may have had a little brother two or three years younger who had been the initial target. I’m sure that would have been reported as well even if the boy was only five or six at the time. It makes sense to go for a younger boy because they are easier to manipulate and after a while the boy wouldn’t even know he had any other family. With Marty being around eleven years old or so that would put the other boy around eight or nine I’d say.” He did the quick calculation while I scrunched up my face and shook my head.
“No, that’s not right. Marty will be fourteen here sometime this summer which would make his younger brother probably around ten or eleven. He wasn’t totally sure how much younger the other boy was so maybe even twelve years old now.” I added nodding my head while Pop’s stared at me a bit perplexed. “What?” I asked.
“How do you know Marty is thirteen going on fourteen?” He asked curiously while my face drained of color because it suddenly dawned on me I hadn’t told him at the hospital.
“Oh Pop’s I’m so sorry, I thought I told you.” I began feeling awful because it was information like this that could make all the difference in the world when searching who and where the smaller boy belonged.
Sighing I quickly explained to Pop’s how we had figured it out in the hospital with him shaking his head and smiling at me. “Have I told you lately just how amazing you are Latham?” He asked making me blush and shrug my shoulders.
“All the time Pops.” I admitted enjoying his praise and feeling him give me a quick hug before he leaned down and kissed the top of my head with both of us falling silent in our own thoughts for a few moments trying to digest it all in.
“Pops?” I sighed glancing towards him and blushing because of my naughty thoughts lately about Marty despite everything else going on.
Maybe what I was about to ask concerning the long haired boy could answer some of my own questions regarding how I was reacting towards the boy despite the gravity of his situation. “Yeah Latham.” I heard him respond.
“Um…I need to tell you something else, but you have to promise me you won’t say anything to Marty about this.” I began with PopPop nodding his head encouraging me to speak up. “Well…uh…it’s just something Marty told me about…well…about some things he’s been feeling lately, beginning a short time before he escaped.” I added biting my lower lip not really knowing how I should proceed while he waited patiently. “It’s kind of embarrassing.” I added with Pop’s shrugging his shoulder.
“Listen Latham, if this has to do with anything concerning sex I am a doctor so not much surprises me about boys and those sorts of things. We’ve talked plenty enough about sex and what you are going through right now, so I’m sure it’ll be alright.” He assured me while I scrunched up my face in thought still a bit wary because this was anything but normal things regarding sex and boys.
“It’s just…well…from what Marty says sometimes he…um…well…sometimes he’s gotten orgasms recently when that woman beat him. Is that even possible? I mean…to get hard and even have an orgasm from pain?” I asked looking at him while he stared back with his eyebrows furled wanting more information as to what I meant.
There was no going back now so I simply told him what the other boy told me about being afraid of the woman finding out about him getting erections and why he’s been so frightened to let others see him get one too despite not even being bothered if someone saw him naked without an erection. The only thing I kept out was what had happened between the two of us in the hospital, which kind of bothered me because I had still gotten turned on despite having seen his awful abuse. I left out several things including how Marty seemed to like seeing me naked. The more personal stuff involving the two of us I also omitted since I felt all this information was private and not necessary.
It was obvious Pops was trying to sort this out and probably also trying to find a way to explain some of his thoughts to me so I let him think for a few moments. “Um…Latham this is really a bit odd, but I suppose with what he’s been going through maybe not so surprising. Now there are things such as masochistic and sadomasochistic, but I don’t think this is happening with Marty. Those things have to do with people who take pleasure in pain and can get orgasms because of it. I don’t think this is what is happening to Marty though because there are so many other things we have to take into account.” He added while I gave him a disgusted look like who in the world would want to have orgasms through pain, yet also feeling slightly guilty because despite Marty’s injuries his naked body still turned me on making me wonder what this said about a person like me.
Pops smiled at me waving for me to be patient while he tried to explain some things. “Personally, I think some of this has to do with puberty and his body probably starting to go through some changes. Due to the circumstances of his situation an orgasm may have been triggered during one of his beatings. The pain may have been responsible for him losing control over his body. He mentioned how sometimes he would wet himself while being beaten and in a way this is sort of similar.” He explained while I began to relate to what he was saying because the same thing happened to me each day the kidnapper had threatened me with the cigar. I had literally wet myself losing control over my bowels.
“Puberty can create its own issues like night emissions for boys. While boys are asleep sometimes they no longer have control over some things concerning their bodies. If there is a buildup of semen, combined with a boy’s sexual fantasies and dreams becoming creative, it could naturally create a situation where their seminal fluids are expelled while they are asleep. Heck for that matter a boy at this age doesn’t even have to be asleep for strange things to happen to him.” He added with a bit of a tease to ease some of the tension from this heavy kind of conversation.
“Well, we need to be supportive Latham, and discreetly help him get over some of these issues. Now that he’s out of this abusive situation I’m sure his sexual feelings and thoughts will normalize to one of a typical healthy teenager, but he may end up feeling guilty about it. We both know he shouldn’t be guilty about having those types of feelings despite everything that’s happened to him, but it is difficult for kids to deal with sometimes because they think having those thoughts or feelings is somehow wrong.” He added making me pause because it’s how I kind of felt about my feelings for Marty despite knowing of his abuse.
“It does explain why he’s terrified of someone seeing him get an erection.” Pops added with me looking at him questioningly while Pops tried to explain. “It isn’t just being afraid of that woman catching him get an erection and what she might do to him, but also because he feels guilty about having those good feelings when he’s being beaten. I think he may be associating getting an erection and having good feelings from an orgasm with pain now.” Pops tried to explain with me pausing in thought. “I’ll let his psychiatrist now about this Latham so he can have something to go on and he’ll know more how to approach getting him the support and help he needs to get through some of this.” Pops added making me uncomfortable about having this get out to someone else, but I knew he was right.
In addition to the specialist in school, Pops had made sure to get Marty to see someone specializing in abductions and physical abuse. I just hoped Marty wouldn’t tell the psychiatrist about the sexual incident in the hospital between the two of us. That was something personal and I didn’t think that should get out. I’d need to talk to Marty about it. I’m sure Pops would probably say that anything and everything should be in bounds with what the smaller boy discusses in private with the psychiatrist, but let’s face it this sort of stuff was kind of private in my opinion.
“Latham, things happen in life and as human beings we simply move on and can’t help the way we feel about sex and love in our lives.” Pops continued now striking a cord with how I was feeling about things. “It is a part of who we are at the core as human beings in this world, and no matter what happens or what we see; nature will still find a way in the end to work its magic allowing us to have certain feelings despite what hardships we may come across in life. Sometimes it is more difficult for some because of what they’ve experienced, but nature will find a way.” He paused in thought while I began to reflect on what he was telling me.
Of course he was talking about the smaller boy’s unusual reaction to getting an erection and having an orgasm when pain is inflicted on him, but in a way it also reflected some of my own doubts and feelings I was having towards Marty and boys in general. Despite his nasty bruising and whip marks the smaller boy still turned me on and I found myself fantasizing about him at times. Naturally, the visible evidence of his abuse disgusted me, but the boy himself and the other physical aspects of him is what turned me on. Even in the hospital it didn’t prevent me from having an orgasm when our bodies rubbed up against one another, or even from getting sexual with Luke after we saw those nasty marks on the smaller boy’s body. After the fact I was now feeling guilty about it, but I couldn’t help the way I felt when it came to sex.
Pop’s voice brought me back to the moment. “At least now we are fairly sure he hadn’t been sexually abused because this would surely create additional issues. Boys who are sexually assaulted tend to have feelings of doubt regarding their sexual feelings thinking they have no right to feel aroused. Some have issues later on in life forming a healthy sexual relationship with someone else. Hopefully since he wasn’t sexually assaulted he will get over some of those types of issues relatively unscathed. The mental and physical abuse he had to endure though is something he will probably need some help with. Only time will tell for sure though.” He nodded smiling at me and grunting when he leaned forward to stand up leaving me sitting on the couch in thought for a moment.
“Anyway, why don’t you go and check up on him. If we let him sleep too long he won’t get any sleep later on tonight. I’m going to fix us up some dinner.” He stated casually motioning for me to head upstairs and wake up the other boy.
Stepping lightly into Marty’s room, I had to smile because he looked so cute when he was asleep. He was sweating a little so I removed the blanket and stared at his small body. He looked more like an eleven or twelve year old boy, even the small little bulge pressing up against his plaid cottony shorts looked kind of on the small side for a boy his true age. He was no longer sporting an erection, but there definitely was that little rounded outline between his legs which was unmistakable. Sitting on the edge of his bed I placed my right hand on the other side of his body, next to his left thigh, supporting my weight while I leaned down and gently stroked his face with my left hand.
“Hey sleepy head wake up.” I called out softly to him watching as he slowly woke up.
His droopy green eyes squinted open peering back up into my face cutely and he yawned. “How are you feeling?” I asked tentatively knowing it hadn’t been easy for him to talk about his ordeal earlier.
The long haired boy smiled and signed. “I’m fine…you?” He asked, again yawning trying to wake up.
“I’m fine.” I admitted watching as he stretched his body and then grin at me knowingly when I noticed his shorts beginning to tent outwards.
Marty must have realized he just popped a stiffie because he reached down and adjusted his boner, but surprisingly didn’t try to conceal it. Getting an eyeful of his obvious small erection I gazed back up into his eyes noticing him smirk, which made me blush because I had been staring at the boy’s hard bulge.
“Pops said he’s fixing us up some dinner, but I suppose if you needed to hop in the shower there should be plenty of time.” I offered up, once more glancing between his legs noticing the rigid outline of his small thin three inch erection pressing up against his plaid shorts.
The smaller boy began to move so I shifted and watched as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He smiled at me sweetly and leaned in kissing me on the cheek before standing up once again not bothering to hide his boner, which now created a decent sized tenting that pointed straight outwards. Marty started for the open doorway but glanced back over his shoulders flashing me a cute smile which left me sitting there wondering what just happened. Not an hour earlier he had been terrified of someone finding out about him having a boner, and now here he was almost daring me to take a look. Shaking my head I decided to ignore it for now and made my way out of his room.
Heading down the hallway I paused at the bathroom door hearing the shower starting up and smiled. Just about two weeks ago he didn’t even know what a shower was, and here he was now having no problems with adjusting to his new life. I hoped most of the rest of his transition would be easy on him, but I knew there would be plenty of bumps in the road along the way. It was those hurdles which worried me as I made my way back downstairs to find out what Pop’s was preparing for us and to see if he needed any help.
He had brought home some ground beef and was cooking it up to make some tacos. I was going to ask if he wanted me to chop up some onions and tomatoes, but he pointed to the counter and I noticed he had picked up all the other little things to go along with it already cut and shredded up. I guess he figured it was just easier that way.
Dinner was an amusing fair with us all laughing at Marty trying his best to tackle the shells of the tacos. It was obvious he’s never had tacos before so it took some focus on his part before he got the hang of it. Watching him eat was always fun because he ate anything and everything we gave him with gusto, his face lighting up from the flavors bursting in his mouth. It was hilarious at times, but also a reminder of just how much he had already missed out on in his young years. I’m sure he probably had many of these things from when he was younger, but he didn’t remember most of them so for him it was like experiencing them for the very first time again, which for me was fun to watch.
After dinner we went out back on our cement patio and I showed him how to play some hoops. I taught him some of the basics and we began to have a lot of fun together. After that we tackled some homework, hung out some more, before watching a bit of television which he seemed to watch intently totally fascinated by some of the programs. It was a school night so we didn’t stay up late and before long were making our way to bed. I followed Marty first into his room and put the ointment over the welts on the back of his thighs and butt cheeks. They still looked nasty, but were already healing up nicely. Finishing up I left him alone and made my way back to my own room.
Sitting down at the computer I remembered the pictures and videos on my phone so after checking some of my messages opened up the folders containing the images and footage I had taken and after a quick look made sure to wipe them clean off of it since they were now on my computer. I then took a look on my computer smiling at the images of Joey which of course made me pop a stiffie. The boy was just too damn cute, but it was too dangerous to keep them along with the videos in a folder and unsecured. Utilizing a software program I zipped everything up and encrypted them.
Now that I was done I was still horny from watching the video and looking at the pictures of Joey so I got undressed and crawled under the covers fingering my hard penis while I thought over the day’s events. I sort of felt guilty about having these sexual feelings despite the stuff I’ve been going through with Marty, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I was horny all the time and it was just something I couldn’t control. Pops indicated this was something healthy and something we couldn’t avoid. So I exhaled softly and let my guilt go allowing my adolescent body to behave in a way that nature had meant it to be.
My mind kept wandering over towards the image of Joey standing there under the shower head and later in front of his locker. I couldn’t believe I actually had the nerve to try something so risky with the other boy, but it had been mind blowing and well worth the risk in the end. I only hoped he would open up a little more and not be so worried about the way he looked. Of course I understood he was nervous about his body because he was a little younger than the rest of us, but I actually thought he looked sexy. Besides, it wouldn’t be too long now before things began to change for him as well.
If I’m lucky maybe we would get the chance to fool around some more. Today it was basically me pleasuring him, but I’m sure we might get a chance at things again where he could perhaps return the favor. It didn’t bother me that Joey was the one who got the most out of our little encounter because I had managed to bust a nut as well. Besides, he had a sexy hot ass and my penis rubbing up inside the warm crease of his fleshy folds did feel sublime providing me with plenty of stimulation.
Reaching down between my legs I began to fondle myself feeling the familiar sensations begin to bubble up to the surface. It never really took me long to take care of my adolescent needs and I pretty much knew tonight would be no exception; especially, with the recent sexual encounter between me and Joey still firmly implanted in my memories. Everything about the brown haired boy turned me on; especially, those deep blue eyes.
“Damn, he’s so fucking sexy hot.” I whispered to myself feeling some pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip of my penis. “Oh yeah, this is going to be a good night for some good hand action.” I whispered naughtily starting the process which would provide me with the proper stimulation to reach my orgasmic rapture.
My thick erect penis felt ripe for the stroking and I quivered when I slowly wrapped my fingers around my sensitive tuber. Today had been my first true sexual experience with another person and my whole body felt alive and tingled now at the memories of my encounter with the smaller boy. Of course there was Marty and Luke, but those encounters really didn’t count in my opinion for their own reasons, but with Joey I felt as if it had truly been something special for me, and hopefully it had been for the darker haired boy as well. The image of his beautiful soft penis out in the locker room was almost too much for me and my body quivered lustfully. I recalled how it had felt and tasted when my lips wrapped around the warm soft fleshy and pliable cylinder, which had instantly inflated and gotten stiff, a wild incident to have experienced. It had been nothing short of incredible and something I really began to appreciate more and more after the fact because it had been a sexy hot encounter.
Focusing on my penis I began to enjoy the sensations I was feeling and squeezed the tip of my nozzle before slipping my finger between the meaty part of my pee slit. With my other hand I began to roll around my walnut sized testicles in my fingers enjoying that sensation as well. I wanted to play with myself tonight before I really got into it so I could enjoy my sweet moment and memory with Joey earlier in the day. It’s been a while since I’ve actually done it, that is to say simply playing around with it, having gotten into the habit of just jacking off and busting my nut. Fiddling around with my taut plump peg and warm fleshy boy pouch felt kind of nice and I was beginning to appreciate the joys of simply messing around with my boy bits when I was interrupted by a soft knocking on my door.
Damn, the timing couldn’t have been worse because my body had been feeling really wonderful getting those magnificent tingling like sensation. I could even feel how my milk tanks were beginning to writhe and churn converting its white smooth liquid contents into a frothier thick buttermilk kind of state, ready for discharge. Releasing my already slicked up thick twitching peg from my fingers I turned on to my side wondering who it could be. I mean, Marty usually didn’t come over and crawl under the covers for about another hour or so giving me plenty of alone time. I’m sure he pretty much knew what I was up to and we had sort of talked about it in a roundabout kind of way.
“Yeah,” I whispered softly but loud enough to be heard.
The door opened up and to my surprise it actually was Marty who stepped silently inside wearing nothing but his snug fitting white boy’s briefs. There was a nice tenting in the front and I knew he had popped a stiffie which was unusual because he usually didn’t have one when he snuck into my room. I’m sure that was due to him, like me, having already taken care of it before he came over to settle in with me; although, I’m sure he popped them when we snuggled up together because I always did. I didn’t mind seeing Marty all boned up though with a small tenting in his underwear. He had a sleek body and most of the bruising in the front of his torso was already gone. Not that he had a lot in front since most of his injuries were along his butt and the back of his thighs. Even those were starting to get better, but would still take a while to completely heal.
The longer haired boy smiled at me a bit shyly, but walked over silently before pausing by my bed and then to my surprise slipped out of his underwear. “W…what are you doing?” I asked a bit shocked my eyes flaring open as he stood up with his three inch hard penis pointing almost straight out from his body angling slightly to the left.
My own erection twitched and oozed some of its pre-cum adding to the slickness I already felt along my shaft. He really was cute and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his nakedness. My window faced the roadway out front and the light from the street lamps lit up his body in a soft glow making me swallow. There was just something exquisite about a boy’s penis; especially, when it got hard. Even though we all had the same thing between our legs everyone was different enough to add a sort of mystique about it. His was very rigid, sleek, and straight with a nice thin bullet shaped knob at the tip which was only slightly fatter than his shaft. It was kind of strange how it looked sleek when he was hard because when soft it sort of had a short stumpy kind of look. It definitely thickened up a tad more when he got an erection, but in this hard state it took on a sleeker like appearance; instead of the short plump stumpy one when it was soft.
Just beneath his swaying flag pole were his tightly wrapped nuggets sitting snuggly in their curved sheathed casing. The brown rounded mound looked kind of smooth with small creases or wrinkles barely visible to the eye. It was about the size of a golf ball sitting snuggly in front of his legs just beneath the root of his now stiffly outwards pointing shaft.
Movement caught my eye and I was forced to tear my gaze away from his delicate naked exquisiteness because he was signing. “It’s hot in your room.” He stated simply before reaching out and lifting up my covers pausing a moment.
His eyes flared open momentarily before he glanced towards me and flashed a smile. I was still hard as a rock and all slicked up from pre-cum, not something he usually sees on me when he crawls into my bed. By the time he usually snuggles up in bed with me at night I’ve already finished my naughty deed and was completely satiated. The smaller boy crawled over my body, his little boy penis swaying stiffly while his tightly packed marbles sort of squished between his thighs when he moved his legs creating a little bulging when his testicles pressed up against the membrane. I was simply fascinated by his nakedness as he finally settled next to me and shifted on his back.
“Marty, boys usually don’t sleep naked together.” I whispered softly with him shrugging his shoulders.
“You sleep naked all the time. Besides, I don’t want to be afraid anymore; at least not with you.” He added looking at me sideways with both of us falling silent in our own thoughts until I felt him nudging me.
“Latham, when you,” He began to sign before pausing making me wonder if he was trying to figure out a sign or if he was just getting his thoughts together. “How does it feel when you,” another pause, “earlier today when you were holding your thingy and doing things how did it feel?” He finally asked while I glanced at him sideways and blushed because it had been one of those embarrassing moments.
In normal circumstances I would have been humiliated at getting caught doing the five finger chuckle knuckle, but it was different with Marty, even now with him asking these questions I wasn’t too embarrassed since I knew he was just trying to learn about these things. “Um…well…it feels really good Marty, I mean really-really good. It felt the same way like in the hospital. I’m sure you felt it too.” I added recalling our unexpected orgasm together when our erections had rubbed up against each other.
The smaller boy scrunched up his eyes in thought. “So you can make it feel like that whenever you want?” He asked with me chuckling and shrugging my shoulders.
“Yeah, I suppose. There are all sorts of ways a guy can feel good, and what I did earlier today is one of them. As for whenever we want the answer is sort of a yes and no. I mean, in public I just can’t sling out my pecker and go at it you know, but yeah in private and stuff I can, well when I’m in the mood, which lately seems to be almost all the time.” I chuckled seeing his confusion about my last statement. “Puberty,” I giggled in explanation seeing him smile at my comment and accepting it as he stared at the ceiling in thought.
“Do…,” he paused a second or two. “Can you teach me how to make my thingy feel good like that?” He asked turning his head and gazing seriously at me.
“What…,” my voice caught in my throat because that was something I wasn’t expecting.
Most of us just sort of pick it up and learn on the fly. It sort of came naturally due in part to what we’ve sort of seen and heard from our peers and in other ways through some sort of media outlet whether it was a movie, the internet, or any number of other things. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out so I had to swallow.
When I didn’t answer him he began signing again. “Like the way you were doing earlier today. I…I don’t want to be afraid anymore and just want to know what it is supposed to feel like to do the same thing other boys are doing to their thingies.” He tried to explain still using a term for his erection he was familiar with even though he knew the other words for it.
I shook my head in stunned disbelief, but quickly came to a decision. “Sure,” I finally managed to get out throwing the covers off of us exposing our nakedness to one another feeling both nervous and giddy about it at the same time.
We were lying on our backs with his stiff penis pointing upwards angling slightly back towards his head while mine glistened wetly and pulsed heavily up against my small patch of pubes. His small rounded nut sack looked so cool between his legs and I could feel mine had once more sagged and was bumping up against my thighs. He was staring at my package now with a smile creasing his features as if he was enjoying what he saw. I sure was as I gawked back at his nakedness.
“Um…I’m going to turn on the light…uh…so we can see better…you know with what we are doing,” I whispered hoarsely wanting more light so I could get a better look at the sexiness between his legs and not for any other particular real reason.
He didn’t seem to care so I leaned over and turned on the lamp next to my bed before reaching down to the floor and scooping up my boxers to use for cleaning myself up afterwards. “H-holy crap…you…you look really nice down there,” I gulped taking in his nudity when I settled back into place.
I’ve seen him naked before of course, but this was somehow different. This was now more about sex and his hard little peg looked sexier than ever before making me yearn to reach out and simply do naughty things to him rather than showing him how to jack off. It was difficult for me not to simply ravage him like I had done with Joey, but he wasn’t looking for something like this and I didn’t want to scare him. After all, him simply allowing someone to see his erection had been a major step for him.
In the end I knew him taking the first step of learning how to jack off was actually better for him instead of jumping right into a full blown sexual event with another person. Sometimes sex can be intimidating and very confusing, so learning how to jack off first and allowing yourself to experience the youthful joys of feeling an orgasm in this small way was a good method to start out. After he learns this, he can then further expand his experiences on his own as he learns how to manipulate the way he jacked off in what will make those tingling sensations even more intense before moving on to other things.
It was kind of awkward because our two naked bodies were bumping up against one another, which added to the sensuousness of what we were about to do. Even though I’m sure some of my friends have done this sort of thing with others, I’ve never jacked off next to another boy before so this would be a new experience for me. Reaching between my legs I picked up my thick fleshy tuber in my fingers and began to run them around the tip of my knob feeling that tingling sensation begin to bubble up to the surface. I was already highly sensitive and knew it wouldn’t take me long to explode once I began so needed to make sure Marty was well on his own path before then.
“Um…alright,” I whispered glancing at the other boy who was fixedly watching what I was doing. “Anyway, there really isn’t a right or wrong way to do this and everyone sort of figures things out along the way that makes them feel good. I suppose it all works, but most boys sort of wrap their fingers around their stiffies and begin to stroke it up and down like this.” I explained showing it to him by fisting my thick log and starting to slowly stroke it up and down hearing that sort of slurping sound because I was all slicked up from pre-cum.
The long haired boy watched me for a few seconds before he reached down fisting his own small hard erection. He began slowly jerking on it like I was, but it was awkward for him and I saw the problem almost immediately. His penis was still a bit too small to fist it completely so I immediately adjusted my own hand using only three fingers and my thumb to stroke it along the length of my slicked up tube.
“Try using only two or three fingers with your thumb,” I whispered softly watching while Marty adjusted his fingers to first using three before going down to only two.
With just his pointing finger, middle finger, and thumb he could use longer strokes and I could tell he was getting into it as he glanced over at me and grinned impishly before looking back down at what he was doing. My eyes followed his and it was so damn sexy hot watching him jack off for his very first time. His fingers flowed effortlessly up and down in a rapid like tempo while I once more full fisted my tuber increasing tempo. My eyes were riveted on his pink like flesh which was beginning to turn red while the small sleek bulb on his tip end began to turn a nice plum color. Looking over at me he noticed I was cupping my ball sack rolling around my testicles so he reached down with his other hand and began to squeeze his taut balls, the boy’s little cherry sized testicles pressing up against his smooth tight membrane forming oval shaped bulges.
“H-holy crap that’s so fucking sexy hot.” I rasped.
We were both panting and sweating now with the sides of our bodies rubbing up against one another which only heightened the experience for me. Feeling another boy’s warm body up against mine somehow felt sexy hot. Even our feet were rubbing against one another and I felt him spreading out his legs even further, his right heel and ankle settling over the top of my left calf. Just this simple contact was overwhelmingly powerful and with my eyes riveted on his hard jerking nail I felt the burning sensation deep down inside of me bubbling up to the surface. My body began to stiffen up with my feet curling backwards in preparation for what was about to happen. The top part of my left foot brushed up along the soft soles of Marty’s right foot and rubbed lightly against one another increasing the stimulation of the moment.
The smaller boy paused for a moment with his eyes riveted on the change in my body as if studying closely what was about to happen. His fingers stopped stroking his own stiff erection, but continued to wriggle around with him pinching and running them along the ridge of his purple nozzle, which was so sexy hot and incredible to watch. That was all it took with my stomach constricting and my body seizing as the rush of euphoria roared in my ears.
Even my face became hot with me arching my back while my little cannon once more spat out its slimy snot. I felt it pulse several more times before the first splattering of my white lava splashed against my chest and neck. I saw a few drops landing on Marty’s arm with him flinching in wide eyed wonder watching the orgasm rip through my body.
“Aaaarph, ummph, uumph, uuumph,” I moaned as quietly as possible with my testicles jolting upwards in spastic convulsions.
With one final grunt I expelled the last of my goopy mess and slumped back into the mattress wheezing and glancing over towards the long haired boy who looked on in stunned bewilderment. Gulping in air I began to recuperate quickly since I’ve done this at least a thousand times by now, and reaching for my boxers began to wipe away the mess from my body while Marty seemed to realize he still had work to do which made me smile because it was a typical teenager like response.
Tossing aside my plaid boxers I rolled on my side and began rubbing Marty’s stomach to help him along. His face was screwed up in focus now and his tongue hung slightly out the side of his mouth which was just too cute. I could tell he was getting close now because he was gasping for air.
“That’s it…just keep going.” I whispered softly my eyes glued to his fingers which had become a blur on his now crimson colored stalk. “Oh man that is so fucking sexy hot Marty.” I rasped enthralled by what he was doing.
I’ve never watched anyone jacking off before and I was so close to his small erection and little golf ball that I could actually smell his musky boy like odor. I was close enough to actually see the small like wrinkles on his tautly packed little boy bag and it intrigued me how something so smooth looking could have all these little wrinkles on close inspection. Like with Joey I could also detect those fine blonde like vellum hairs on his blank slate. Just above the root of his shaft there was an indentation, almost like a little dimple with a small ring of fat surrounding his base. Everything about this was sexy hot with the boy suddenly stiffening up in his first ever masturbatory created orgasm.
His penis began to quiver and suddenly lurched in glorious splendor. To my amazement I saw a small translucent beaded droplet propelled from the tip of his penis and land squarely right in the middle between his belly button and blank slate. His little pistol recoiled several more times, but nothing else came out. Even his tightly packed ball sack managed to move around, but it was his cherry sized testicles which created the movement when they contracted upwards into his body cavity with each orgasmic pulse.
The oddest thing of all was the silence. He never uttered a sound, grunt or otherwise. All I could hear was the rasping in his chest when he began to gulp for much needed air. Within moments his orgasm had run its course and he settled contentedly back into the mattress with his green eyes glazed over momentarily and slowly coming into focus.
Marty couldn’t believe the incredible feeling he had just experienced. He had been enthralled watching the bigger boy do things to his hard thingy. They way it jerked around with his danglies jolting upwards had captured his imagination. He enjoyed watching Latham and seeing the bigger boy’s body react in a way he knew was pleasing for the other boy. It had made him feel kind of funny on the inside too. It was a feeling he’s never experienced before, but one he decidedly thought was nice.
After watching how Latham made his hard thingy feel good Marty had focused on his own much smaller hard thingy. It didn’t take him long to get those familiar tingling and fluttering sensations. His body felt alive in a way he’s never experienced before when he got those tickly feelings and wondered if maybe this was because there wasn’t any pain to go along with it this time. He didn’t have time to think any further on it because suddenly he felt his insides bunching up together and his entire body stiffening up with the most incredible feeling wrapping him up in its fierce grip. It lasted several long moments before he suddenly came crashing back to reality gulping for air.
“Oh fuck that was wickedly awesome Marty,” I whispered running the tip of my finger just below his belly button scooping up the small amount of translucent boy syrup. “Did you like it?” I asked with him gazing at me for a moment before his mouth spread open in a wide pleased smile and nodding emphatically. “Look, your first boy jizz…you know cum.” I told him while he looked at me questioningly not exactly sure what I meant. “You squirted Marty, just like I do. I know it doesn’t look exactly the same and isn’t a whole lot, but this is how I started too and it won’t be long before there will be more. It also means you are well on your way with puberty.” I announced giddily while he beamed and watched as I held my finger up to my nose taking a sniff.
It didn’t have much of an odor at all. I remembered when I first began mine didn’t either, where now there was a more potent smell to it. I never tried my own cum when I first began, too chicken shit about it at the time, but I have tried it in more recent weeks noting it kind of had a taste that I couldn’t describe. It was sort of salty with a little tang to it, and kind of slippery on the tongue. Mine also had a tad bit of ammonia smell to it, but overall the small amount I had tried didn’t taste bad at all. Emboldened by this I stuck my finger in my mouth and tasted Marty’s true essence, his very first honeyed nectar. It was only a small amount, but it tasted almost sweet and not salty at all.
“Mmmm, you taste good,” I giggled with him smiling and blushing at me curiously. “It’s not like it is pee or anything Marty.” I added with him shrugging his shoulders taking my word for it as I settled on my back.
“This was way cool.” I exhaled softly looking over at the smaller boy’s now spent little boy penis.
It had shriveled up with his nozzle barely poking out of his pubic mound and his ball sack looking a bit tighter. It was way smaller than mine, but on him it looked sexy. My own penis had shriveled up as well laying sideways against my thigh while my own ball sack seemed to hang down even more. Odd, how it was different for the two of us.
“Yes, way cool,” Marty had to spell out the words making me smile at how he was already picking up a lot of the slang by just hanging around other kids.
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me because in a way it would be the same if I hung out with other kids in a different country. It wouldn’t take long for me to pick up some of the phrases and sayings typical of all kids in a peer group. Marty rolled on top of me and I could feel his warm skin pressing up against mine. His soft truffles nestled up along my stomach and even this was kind of sexy as I ran my hand gently up and down his back. I could feel his pounding heart, which was still beating rapidly from his experience, and I smiled because this felt comfortable.
After a few moments Marty slid off to the side leaving his left leg draped over my hip and his left arm over my lower chest as he snuggled up against me. His body felt warm and soft burrowed up against me including his boy goods which pressed up along the side of my stomach and ribs now. If I hadn’t just satiated my own piston just now I’d have popped another stiffie. At the moment though I felt a sense of warm satisfied contentment where I was at total ease with what just happened between the two of us. Unlike in the hospital when we both had an unexpected orgasm together, I felt no regrets at having shared this experience tonight with the other boy.
“You did good Marty,” I murmured gently, shifting around slightly and yawning.
The smaller boy’s eyes were already closed, but he smiled. A few seconds later he was breathing softly and I knew he had fallen asleep. Today had indeed been a wonderful day despite some of the gruesome aspects. It had been a first for me in many ways and it is the closeness I experienced with other human beings which is what made it such a wonderful day I would remember for a long time to come.
Tomorrow would be another day and hopefully it will be just as great. My thoughts turned to Joey wondering how he would react in school when we met up again tomorrow because of what had transpired between the two of us. I only hoped that overnight he wouldn’t change his mind and start getting freaked out by what happened after he had time to think things through. He had seemed pleased by the sexual encounter so I was sure this could lead somewhere for us, at least I began to hope it would. Of course there was Sienna, but since she refused to put out I suppose there wasn’t any harm in establishing other ways to find pleasure. I liked Joey and I wanted us to become better friends since he was a pretty cool kid once you got to know him.
My eyes drooped closed and within moments I too was gently dozing with the soft warmth of Marty nuzzled safely in my tender embrace. It had indeed been a wonderful day I whispered softly to myself drifting completely into a slumbering state.
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End of Chapter Twelve: Gruesome Revelations
Coming soon Chapter Thirteen: What’s Normal
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