Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2011 16:29:03 -0400
From: wildwing66@hotmail.com
Subject: Jason's Dilemma - Chapter one

 Preamble: If you are looking for a quickie this is not your tale. If on the
other hand you like a good love story between a gay youth and an adult then
you should enjoy it. It is fiction and does contain descriptions of
consensual sex -- eventually -- so you have been warned.


 Thanks once more to all those who have emailed me in the past. You are my
inspiration to keep writing. I will always respond.


 If you wish to read more of my work do a search on Nifty using wild wing as
the key. I also have two stories at <hermesauthor.wordpress.com>.


 Finally my thanks to AB without who's guidance and inspiration this tale
would not have been written


 Chapter One


 I carefully placed my walking stick beside a gnarled root and pushed. I
mounted the hillock, skirted a rock formation and wended my way into a
hemlock grove. I knew exactly where I was going. The well used trail
encompassed some of the most interesting features on my property.

 Three years earlier I had become totally disillusioned with my life in the
big city. A particularly bitter end to a fractured relationship hadn't
helped my mood at the time either. I reasoned that since ninety percent of
my business was done by computer I could accomplish it just as well in the
country. I chose to head north.

 It was the best move I ever made. I sold my condominium and purchased my
Utopia: a beautiful log cabin on fifty acres of virgin bush on the shore of
a large lake. My nearest neighbours were about three kilometers away. I
wasn't alone though. Molly, my loyal beagle, followed my every footstep. We
found a myriad of activities to share together but above all we loved our
walks in the woods.

 It was Spring and the bugs had yet to make an appearance. It was one of my
favourite times of the year. The heat of the sun brought new hope, and signs
of renewed life were everywhere. A naturalist at heart I wore nothing but my
watch and a pair of comfortable running shoes. The lack of clothing made me
feel as one with the wilderness. It gave me an enhanced sense of freedom if
you will.

 My thought process was interrupted by Molly's growling.

 "What is it Molly old girl. Did you spot a bear?"

 Molly stood her ground, bared her teeth and stared at a sharp bend in the
trail ahead. I looked up just in time to see the entire King family, mother,
father, and the two boys, twelve year old Jason and eight year old Michael,
rounding the corner and heading straight for me. I didn't know who was more
startled.

 It was too late to turn or to cover up. Not that I had anything to cover up
with anyway. Wait a minute I reasoned, I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm
hiking on my land and how I dress is my concern. The King family were the
ones who were trespassing. Accordingly I chose to act as nonchalant as
possible in greeting them.

 "Hi folks. Nice day for a hike."

 "Er.....er.....yes it is," Mr. King agreed.

 Mr. King was obviously embarrassed and was working hard to appear as
nonchalant as I was. Mrs. King meanwhile had suddenly taken great interest
in studying the treetops. Jason stood beside his father, his mouth agape and
his eyes wide locked onto my privates. Young Michael held his mother's hand
and stared straight ahead.

 "Ain't ya cold Mr. Davis?" Michael inquired.

 Mr. King turned quickly to his son and reproached him. "That's not nice
son. Don't ask questions like that." He turned his attention back to me.
"Sorry about that. My son is naturally curious about
your......your......well you know what I mean."

 I smiled and tried to relax them. Mrs. King remained intent on studying the
top of a large white birch tree and Jason.......well it seemed he was intent
on committing my privates to memory.

 "As long as you don't hunt you're always welcome on my land," I assured
them.

 "Oh yes, we are trespassing aren't we," Mr. King confirmed. "I must
apologize."

 "No need," I responded quickly. "Had I known you all enjoyed hiking I would
have invited you over earlier." To show them I meant no animosity I added,
"Look I'll be back at my cabin in twenty minutes. If you feel like dropping
in I'll have drinks for everyone. I promise I'll put on some shorts before
you get there."

 "That's very nice of you. We do enjoy the woods and we love your property."
Turning his head towards his wife he continued, "What do you think dear?
Would you like to drop in?"

 "Er........honey the kids are getting tired and I need to start supper."

 Jason, quiet until now, immediately jumped in. "I'm not tired at all Mom.
I'd like to see Mr. Davis' cabin."


 Mr. King ignored his son and replied, "The wife wants to get back and she's
the boss. But thanks for the invitation."

 I smiled feeling satisfied with the rapport I had established. "You're
welcome. Come over any time."

 With that we all continued along our chosen paths. After witnessing Mrs.
King's reaction I frankly never expected to see any of them on my property
again.

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 Two weeks later found me enjoying another fine day in paradise. I was
puttering about on my dock replacing some worn and rotted cedar planks.
About an hour into the job Molly began to bark. I was startled to see Jason
standing at the edge of the clearing about a hundred feet away. I lifted my
hand and waved. He didn't move. I called out a friendly, "Hi Jason, how are
you?"

When he remained rooted I waved him forward. He finally came albeit very
slowly. He was obviously nervous. Since I was suitably attired in shorts and
a t-shirt I knew it wasn't a lack of dress that was causing it.

 He stopped about eight feet from me and bent his head down. He sucked in
his lower lip momentarily and then looked up from under a wild mop of curly
brown hair.

 "I'm not supposed to be here you know."

 "Then why are you here then?" I responded.

 He held his position and shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. I was just
walking in the woods and I ended up here."

 "That's quite a long walk! Your place must be five kilometers from here!" I
marvelled.

 Jason shuffled his feet suggesting he was still nervous. "It's not far," he
corrected. "There's always stuff to see in the woods."

 "Well," I offered, "since you're here now why don't you have a seat on the
dock and stay a while. I'll get some fresh lemonade for us."

 A half smile appeared revealing a pair of dimples on his ruddy cheeks. He
said nothing but he did move in and claim one of my deck chairs.

 I retreated to the cabin to prepare the drinks. Looking out of the window a
few moments later I saw Molly had made a new friend. Jason was busy rubbing
her ears just the way Molly liked to be rubbed.

 Returning drinks in hand I commented, "You like dogs huh?"

 "Yeah," he said quietly, "I wish I had one but mom says they're too much
trouble."

 "They can be if you get the wrong dog," I agreed.


 Jason began to look up at me now and his eyes began to sparkle. I kept the
conversation light allowing him to lead. He gradually became more animated.
A beautiful smile began to dominate his facial features. I loved the way he
cocked his head and used his fingers to stress a point. I was dying to find
out why he wasn't supposed to be here but thought it best to avoid the
question. Instead the conversation centred on what he had seen in the woods.
When it came to the natural world it was clear we were kindred souls.

 "I heard a beautiful bird singing near here," he stated. "I tried to find
it but when I got close it stopped singing. I thought I would see it fly off
but it never did."

 I smiled and suggested, "Did he sound like this?" I made my best attempt at
making a trilling sound.

 "Yeah! That's the one. What was it Mr. Davis?"

 "Well Jason," I replied, "the reason you didn't see it fly off is that the
last time I checked frogs don't have wings!"

 "Frogs?"

 "Yup. You heard a Grey Tree Frog and we have a lot of them around here.
Further you were probably just a few feet from him. You didn't see him
because he camouflages himself perfectly with the bark he's on."

 "Wow you sure know a bunch of stuff!"

 I sighed and reflected, "It comes with age."

 Jason wanted to know more. "I thought you had to go to a pond or something
to find frogs."

 "No Jason, there are probably more frogs living in the woods than in the
ponds. Would you like to see some?"


 "That would be cool," he grinned.

 I told him that a small sphagnum bog lay in a valley a short walk from the
cabin. It usually yielded plenty of frogs. With Jason's enthusiastic
approval I threw a couple sodas in my haversack and we were off.

 We ascended the rise behind the cabin manoeuvring our way around some car
sized granite boulders. Molly led the way as usual. While I plodded along,
walking stick in hand, Jason bounced back and forth from one spot to the
next. He also became more verbose by the minute raining down one question
after another. He was a joy and I couldn't remember having had a more
pleasurable excursion for a long long time. The trail soon slipped downward
towards our objective. Sweeping my hand out in front of me I declared,
"There's the bog Jason."

 Our feet sunk a few inches into the verdant growth.

 "It feels like a thick shag carpet!" Jason exclaimed.

 "I agree," I replied. "The natives prized the sphagnum moss as a poultice
for wounds among other uses."

 There was a sudden movement to my right. I quickly bent down and captured
the little creature. Cupping my hands to shield it I carefully showed it to
Jason. He peered in intently.

 "Awww, he's just a baby frog!"

 "No he isn't," I corrected. "He may only be an inch long but he's fully
grown. Do you see a mark on his back?"

 "Yup, I do. It looks like a letter X."


 "Correct," I responded. "That tells us he's a Spring Peeper. This bog is
his home." As I carefully released him I suggested, "Why don't you see what
you can find here."

 Jason proceeded to gallomp from one side of the bog to the other searching
for his own denizens. He soon corralled several more Peepers and a couple of
Wood Frogs. He proudly showed me each capture usually accompanied with a
question or two that had to be answered before he released the catch. We
were both having a ball. Only when I reminded him of the late afternoon time
did we finally pack up and head back to the cabin.

 There as he was preparing to leave he surprised me by invading my space. He
wrapped his arms around my chest, looked up into my eyes and said, "Thanks
for everything today Mr. Davis. I really had a fab time."

 My member had behaved itself all day long. Now I could feel it rising as he
held me. Frankly I didn't need an excited organ to tell me what a great kid
Jason was and how much I had enjoyed his company.

 "You're welcome Jason," I smiled. "You were a pleasure to have around."

 Still holding on he added, "Can I come back again?"

 I replied, "You're welcome here any time but it seems to me that you have a
dilemma that needs to be addressed first."

 Jason furrowed his brow. "I do?"

 I reminded him, "You started the day by telling me that you're not supposed
to be here."

 "Oh yeah," he agreed.

 "You can't keep disobeying your parents. If you want to keep coming here
you're going to have to solve the problem aren't you?"

 Jason promptly sucked in his lower lip again. "Yeah, I guess," he said
quietly.

 I proceeded to help him put on his pack and he trudged away from me. I
watched him as he crossed the clearing for somehow I knew he would turn and
wave at me before he disappeared. He did just that.