Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2017 19:05:30 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: Jack In The Wild Chapter 2 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy "Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older." ( Quote from Finding Neverland ) Jack in the Wild ~~ (Chapter Two) ~~ *Excerpt Chapter One: **Tossing the tee shirt onto the floor, Jack reached down and pulled the covers back up over his naked torso, and he shivered once as the sheet rubbed across his still sensitive knob. "Oh man," he breathed aloud, "that was a good one..." He lay there in the darkness for a moment trying to think about the things that had happened today, but weariness quickly overtook him. The boy fell asleep, thinking about tomorrow, and how he would continue his quest up in the woods. For now though, all this was left to his dreams. Fairly vivid dreams about finding the naked boy by the pond, and wanting desperately to put a face to him... ** * * * * * Jack woke fairly early the next morning and was already thinking about his plans for the day. As he lay there in his bed, he could hear the faint clacking of pots and pans. The small noises that his mother was making upstairs, obviously getting a hardy breakfast ready for the family. He stretched himself out under the covers and yawned, then sat up and tossed the bed covers aside. He was still naked of course, and he swung his bare legs off the side of the bed and stood. The boy glanced around at the floor looking for his discarded underwear from the night before, then remembering, he reached back under the bed sheets near the foot of the bed and found them bunched there where he had shucked them off. The boy considered for a moment, then decided that just like yesterday, he would opt to go without them. Hiking without them had made it feel a bit cooler on a hot day, plus, it just felt nice to roam around that way, sans underwear. Jack gathered his thin cargo shorts from the floor and looked them over. Clean enough to wear again, he decided, then slipped into them. His tee shirt was another story however. Looking at the front of it and noticing the stains, he suddenly remembered that he had used it last night to wipe the residual boyspunk from his belly and fingers. Accordingly, he waded up the shirt and stuffed it back into the corner of his bag. Finding a fresh shirt, he gathered his socks and hiking boots and ambled out of his room and up the steps into the main part of the cabin. "Morning honey." His mother offered cheerily. "Mornin' mom." The boy replied, a little less enthusiastically as he took a seat at the small kitchenette table. He leaned over to pull on his ankle socks and slip into his light hiking boots. "Breakfast is just ready." His mother offered, as she set a steaming plate of food in front of him. Jack quickly reached for a piece of bacon and began eating it greedily. "You should really have your shirt on at the breakfast table." His mom chided him... "Mommm..." He grumbled. "Geeze, who cares anyway?" "I do." She replied. "Just because you're a boy, doesn't mean you can't have table manners." Jack rolled his eyes in a very boyish manner, then pulled his tee shirt from the back of the chair and slipped it on. "Thank you." She offered, then changed the subject. "So what are your plans today?" She wondered, just as Jack dove into his scrambled eggs. "Just gonna' hike...up... in the hills." he stumbled over the mouthful of food. His mother was the one to roll her eyes this time. Manners indeed. Jack's father joined them at the table then, casually ruffling his fingers through his son's sandy brown hair. "You in a hurry are you?" His dad asked, watching Jack wolf down his breakfast. The boy looked up rather innocently and shook his head no. But inside, yes, Jack was very anxious to get started. The boy made an effort to slow down, though it was hardly noticeable. And when he'd finished his breakfast, his father volunteered him to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchenette. 'They do this on purpose, don't they...' Jack thought to himself as he dutifully tended to his assigned chores. Finally done, the boy scurried downstairs to grab up his Camelback daypack, and he looked around for his cell phone; finding it on the bed where he'd left it. Curiously he turned it on to look at the pictures again, and he could feel his excitement rise as he scoped out the blurry third image of the nude boy stooping by the pond. His excitement renewed, Jack rushed back upstairs where he refilled the Camelback with chilled Gatorade from the fridge. He replenished the candy bars that he'd used yesterday, and more anxious than ever, he headed for the door. "I'm gonna' be gone longer today." he advised his parents. "Lots of exploring to do, you know." "You be careful up there..." His mother worried after him. She wasn't really fond of his traipsing around in the woods alone like this. "Mommm...." he refuted. And then his father came to his aid. "Come on hon, Jack knows how to handle himself out there. He learned a lot in the Scouts, and he's hiked those hills so many times he could do it blindfolded." Jack smiled at the support from his dad, and with a cheery wave he headed out. His strides were quick and purposeful this time as he walked to the end of the road, then cut off in through the woods and the trials there, hurriedly making his way up into the woodlands above where the cabins were. It was just after nine in the morning, and already the air had warmed with the promise of another sunny summer day. Jack steadied his pace as he hiked up the moderate incline, and already he was thinking how to go about finding the mysterious boy. He made good time, and just over half an hour later he climbed the rocky out cropping. The boy stopped for a moment for a breather and a swallow or two of the cherry flavored Gatorade. He used the bottom edge of his tee shirt to wipe the film of sweat from his brow, and after he'd caught his breath, Jack turned and continued up the last short stretch of trail toward the secluded pond. A dozen minutes later as he came upon it, Jack slowed his pace and kept a sharp lookout. Careful not to make any noise, and not having any idea what he might find, he crept closer to the same location as yesterday. Carefully he shinnied up on top of the same huge boulder, lying on his belly and hunkering low to avoid any possibility being seen. Cautiously he peeked out over the small lake, watching the far edge where he'd seen the deer, and the mysterious boy the previous day. He stayed quiet there for a number of minutes, but there was nothing to see, and his curiosity gradually overtook him. Jack slipped back off the boulder, and making a wide arc through the tall wild grasses and into the edge of the trees, he circled slowly around to the other edge of the pond. His approach was slow and cautious, least he make any noise. When he'd gotten close enough to see the spot, he crouched low and waited, listening intently again for any sounds. An occasional bird song, and somewhere in the distance the insistent drum of a woodpecker thrumming against a tree, but nothing more. After a long wait, Jack crept forward toward the edge of the pond, senses ever alert. He entered the light brush, and the golden colored wheat-like grasses. He could see the little rock where he'd left the Snickers bar yesterday, and he noticed immediately that it was gone. His heart picked up the beat, pounding excitedly in his chest, as that feeling of excitement washed over him again. The boy inched his way forward, eyes scanning the soft ground. In moments he found the candy bar wrapper. Jack reached down and picked it up. One end of the wrapper was torn and ratty, as if the wrapper itself had been bitten into; this caused Jack some disappointment though. Thinking now that probably some animal had gotten to it. He sighed, slightly disheartened, but then his gaze dropped to the muddy ground near his feet and his eyes widened again. Fresh tracks. Human, boy sized footprints. Jack shivered excitedly, and looked around again as if expecting to see something. He moved off a little ways till he could conceal himself better in the brush, and there he crouched and waited. Ten, then fifteen minutes passed, and it occurred to Jack this could be a long, long wait. The mysterious boy who had left the footprints may not even come here that often. Once, maybe twice a day for water, he figured. Jack began to question his strategy. The woods and the surrounding area were simply too big for him to meander around in, hoping to find the strange boy. No, if he really wanted to find him, he reasoned that staying near a known spot like the pond, was probably his best chance. He reached down and unbuttoned one of the cargo pockets of his shorts, then pulled out his cell phone. Thumbing it on, Jack scrolled to the blurry pictures he'd taken of the naked boy by the water. The same mysterious stirrings rose up within him. There was something about all this that really excited him, and in several different ways. Perhaps it was the mystery of it all... Or perhaps, well, strangely there seemed to be something physically intriguing about all this as well. This boy's nakedness in the wild. Jack stood from his concealment and considered walking back around to the big boulder where he had been when he first spotted the kid. It was much more comfortable over there, and much easier to conceal himself. Yes, he nodded to himself, as he decided to do just that; and barely a minute later he was settling in behind the huge boulder in the thick wild grasses on the other edge of the small mountain lake. Knowing the wait could be long, and wanting to get comfortable at least, Jack slipped out of his hiking boots and socks, wriggling his bare toes in the fresh air. "Much better." he quipped, then with little effort he climbed back up atop the boulder and lay down on the flat surface, where he could gaze over the edge at the far bank. The morning sun was already warm on his back, and it didn't take long for Jack to shed his tee shirt, baring his lean early adolescent torso to the warm sun. He spread the shirt beneath him on the rock, and lying on top of it he folded his arms beneath his chin for support. Twenty minutes passed, and the only visitors to the pond were several quarrelsome raccoons and a stray bird or two; and Jack was beginning to sweat atop the sun warmed boulder, so he shinnied off of it to sit in the tall grasses where it was cooler, with his back leaned up against base of the boulder. He sat there trying to distract himself by fiddling with his cell phone, frequently raising his head up to peer over at the other edge. Still nothing... Boys seldom have the patience to sit still for long periods of time, and after an hour Jack was growing a bit impatient, if not a little antsy. Besides that, it was getting quite warm now as well, and since his location offered little to no shade, the boy glanced longingly at the cool waters of the pond. He waited as long as he could, but after a time he decided that he needed to cool off, and figuring to take a quick dip in the lake, Jack carefully scanned the trees and the other edge of the pond. Everything still appeared quiet, so he stood in the tall grass and discarded his cargo shorts, leaving them in a pile with the rest of his clothes. Naked now, he stepped forward into the pond, quietly submersing himself in the cool waters. The water was indeed most refreshing, and though he wanted to swim out openly in it, he knew he needed to keep a low profile so as not to be seen should the mysterious boy chance to come back to the pond just then. The boy floated in the shallows, but after ten minutes he reluctantly decided he should probably get out of the water. Jack worked his way back to the shore and dripping wet he padded back into the tall grasses to resume his waiting. He reached for his Camelback and stowed his cell phone in one of the pockets, then took a long drink of Gatorade. He brought out one of the small Snickers bars for a little energy boost. He ate half of it, and then not even bothering to put his shorts back on, he lay down on his back in the grass for a moment to let the warm sun dry him. The moments turned into minutes, and then longer as somehow Jack had begun to doze, lying there in the comfort of the grass. They say a watched pot never boils, and this proved to be the case now. Dozing lightly, Jack failed to see, or hear the approach of his prey, the mysterious naked boy whom he'd been seeking. In truth, the wildboy had been watching Jack all along from his hidden place in the trees. He'd watched Jack swim, he'd seen him drink from the red camelback, and he'd seen him eat part of the candy bar. The same kind of delightfully tasty candy bar that Jack had left there for him the previous day. And so, with measured caution the small unkempt naked boy crept quietly closer. He snuck in fairly close and crouched, watching Jack for several minutes, as if surprised to see another thing that looked much like he did; a young human. Tentatively, and with great caution the young boy inched closer, frequently peering around as if to ensure his own safety. Stealthily, like a cat he crept forward in the tall grasses to within feet of the still dozing Jack. The wild boy crouched again, his eyes took in everything. The discarded pile of Jack's clothing, the red Camelback backpack, even the half eaten candy bar still in it's wrapper laying in the grass right alongside Jack's bare leg. The wild boy's nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. Sampling perhaps the scent of the other boy, or perhaps even a faint chocolaty scent from the delicious candy bar, who knows. The boy looked around again, his long dirty brown hair flowing loosely across his shoulders. The boy's bright green eyes settled on the candy bar wrapper again, and slowly with extreme caution he inched forward and reached a grimy hand out for it. The youngster's lean fingers wrapped around the tasty morsel, and slowly he drew it back towards him, never taking his eyes off the other boy. He remained crouched there near Jack's feet as he sniffed at the wrapper and the half eaten Snickers bar within, then gently he bit into it. Leave it to chance, or the slight rustle of the candy wrapper, but Jack was roused then and his eyes snapped open. What happened next might have been comical, had it not been scary in that moment. Jack was startled when he saw the wild boy crouching there at his feet. "Oh shit..." he yelled, and jerked backwards. In that same instant, the wild boy, startled by Jack's yell, fell back onto his hands, and both boys scrambled backwards crablike away from each other, each digging heels into the dirt and grass for traction. They scrambled apart, both cautiously fearful. The wild boy hopped up onto his feet, still slightly crouched, his naked body tense ready to flee. Jack had gained his haunches as well, heart pounding wildly in his chest, as the two naked boys stared cautiously, and curiously at one another. Already the wild boy was starting to back away preparing to run, but regaining some of his composure, Jack spoke out softly to him. "No its alright... Please stay." he said in soft unthreatening tones. The wild boy cocked his head slightly to one side as if hearing a familiar, yet foreign sound. Jack nodded, and smiled slightly, as his eyes carefully studied the frightened boy's face. "It's alright." he repeated softly... He figured the boy to be about twelve-years-old now, about a year younger than Jack was, and though the kid was small in stature, he certainly appeared lean and wiry. His body was fairly well covered with grime, as if he hadn't bathed in some time, and the boy's long brown hair looked rather dirty and unkempt as well. Not wanting to scare the boy and trying to calm him, Jack slowly sat back down in the grass. "See, it's okay..." he said in soft tones as he looked the boy over again. Jack could feel his heart racing now as he gazed at the boy's nakedness, and then, as if suddenly remembering that he was naked as well, Jack reached down shyly and covered his own genitals with his hand. The wild boy cocked his head again, and simply mimicking Jack's movement, he reached down to cup his own boy bits as well. Jack swallowed with some excited difficulty, and glancing at the ground he noticed his Camelback pack and his clothes just to his side. He reached out slowly, not taking his eyes off the smaller boy. Touching the Camelback, he pulled it to him, then slowly reached into one of the compartments. Taking hold of his cell phone, and the last Snickers bar, he pulled them out, and held them out to where the wild boy could see them plainly. Jack nodded his head, and the other boy took a cautious step forward. "Want this, do ya?" Jack spoke in low tones, holding out the candy bar. "Come on..." But the boy refused to come any closer. Jack pinched the edge of the wrapper, and tore it open slightly, showing the other boy how to do it, then leaning forward he tossed the bar toward the other boy, landing it nearly in front of him. Jack slowly raised his cell phone, flicking it on he touched the camera icon. The boy backed off a pace, watching Jack intently. He glanced around again, and then quick as you please the boy darted forward, grabbed up the Snickers bar then turned and bolted back towards the woods. Jack stood up, heart still pounding in his chest, and unable to think of anything else he whistled out loud once, "Swwwttt..." The fleeing boy stopped for a moment looking back toward the sound of the whistle, and Jack snapped off a picture just before the boy quickly turned and disappeared into the woods. With his heart racing, and the adrenalin coursing through him, Jack took several quick strides toward the trees but he had already lost sight of the fleeing youngster. He squatted down there in the grass, trying to catch his breath and calm himself. "Whoa..." he whispered to himself, while trembling with excitement. Jack hadn't expected to actually have an encounter with the other boy, and now his curiosity and sense of wonder were even more heightened than they had been. He swallowed tightly, and not knowing what else to do he returned to his small pile of clothing and proceeded to get dressed. He thought for a moment about trying to follow the boy, tracking him through the trees, but realized it would likely be fruitless. No, for now he needed to head back. Back down to the cabin. He needed to think about everything that had just happened and try to make some kind of sense of it. He should probably tell his parents about it as well, he thought, but then... No... This was his mystery. His adventure. If he told his parents, it would change everything, and probably not for the better. Gathering up his Camelback, Jack looked back into the trees for a long moment, then turned toward the deer trail. Just as he started to leave, he heard a distant whistle coming from somewhere back in the trees. "Swwwttt..." it sounded. The perfect mimicry of when he'd whistled after the boy. A sudden smile crossed Jack's lips; he'd made some small connection with the wild boy. And with a knowing smile he headed back down the trail towards the cabins below... * * * * * When finally he reached the cabin, Jack's mom and dad were standing at the back of their Subaru station wagon. The rear hatch was up, and his father was rummaging amongst the contents. "Well I'll be." He mumbled to his wife. "Guess I did forget it..." "What's up?" Jack queried, as he strolled up behind them. His mother sighed. "Nothing much. Apparently you're father forgot to pack the coffee." she replied, sounding a bit exasperated. "You know how I am without my coffee." "Sorry." his father shrugged. "Thought I'd packed it." "Well, this won't do." Jack's mom responded. "A week without my caffeine." Jack looked at his father and smiled as he rolled his eyes. "Well, we'll just have to make a run in to Glen Haven to the General Store." she proclaimed. And she meant it. The general store in Glen Haven was about six miles back down the old mountain road, and another mile after the turn off. Not far, but a big inconvenience at the very least. Jack's father shrugged resignedly, "I'll get the keys..." "Well you're back early." Jacks mom noted, as she turned to look at her son. "Do you want to come with us?" "Na, that's okay." The boy replied, and he headed back toward the cabin. Going inside he tossed his backpack on the small couch and plopped himself down beside it. Bending over, Jack loosened his laces and slipped out of his hiking boots, quickly followed by his socks. He propped his bare feet up on the small wooden coffee table and sat back deep in thought, wondering again about the mysterious boy in the hills. There had to be some kind of reasonable explanation for him being there. Jacks father came out of the bedroom then, jiggling the car keys. "Comin' with us son?" The boy scrunched up his face and shook his head in the negative. "I'm good." he replied. His father shrugged, and headed for the door. Jack lay back and reached into his pocket pulling out his cell phone, then thumbed it on. Going directly to his pictures, he looked at the new ones he'd just taken of the wild boy, and he sat up to examine them closely. These pics were fairly close up, and both pics were sharp and clear. He looked closely at the one that showed the boy's face. Beneath all the grime and dirt, Jack could see that the boy appeared to be rather cute. He had almost girl-like features, with a small nose, narrow cheeks and fuller lips. And his eyes... They were bright green, and they made the boy look quite intense and rather cute in spite of all the dirt. Jack shook his head curiously. How did this boy get here, and how long had he been out there, he wondered? A thought suddenly occurred to him as he heard his father start the car outside, and he bolted off the couch and out the cabin door. "Dad... Dad hang on a second, I wanna' come with you guys." The boy darted back inside to grab a pair of flip flops, which he slipped into and then hurried back outside to slide into the back seat of the car. Jack's father pulled out following the canyon road, and a short time later they were pulling into the little General Store/gas station in Glen Haven. Hopping out of the car Jack strolled inside the old 50's style store with his folks. The store was old school and had a little bit of everything, including pickles in a barrel, and a small soda fountain with four red vinyl stools in front of it. Antiques from an earlier time. Jack hopped up on top of one of the stools and brought out his cell phone. The one, and only modern thing here, was that the owners had Wi-Fi... So many visitors passing through on their way to the National Park, and the few locals who lived nearby needed a way to get their emails, so the owners of the old store had somewhat reluctantly given into the times and provided a 'modern day' Wi-Fi hotspot. This was the reason Jack had decided to come along, and he quickly connected to the internet making several Google searches, looking for any clues that might give him insight to the mystery of the boy in the hills. Eventually he did come across several local articles that looked rather interesting, but when he saw his father approaching, he saved them to his clipboard to read later. For now, he still wanted to keep the mystery to himself. Jack's father slid in beside him on another of the bar stools and began checking his own emails and phone messages. "What? Oh no..." his father said aloud after a moment. "What's up dad?" Jack asked, glancing at him. His father shook his head and raised a finger as if to say hold on a second. Then he quickly made a phone call back to his office. Jack could hear the serious tones of the conversation, and it appeared as if something had gone astray at his dad's work. Accordingly, Jack's father was not very happy as he hung up the phone. "What's up?" Jack repeated urgently, looking at his father. "Ah, nothing... Just a problem at work. Dammit..." He thought for a moment. "I'm afraid we'll have to go back home. I'll have to go into the city tomorrow. Out biggest project is on hold till your mother and I sign some paperwork to approve a project loan modification." "What? We have to go home... You mean, like, now?" Jack asked fearfully. "But..." "Sorry son. We'll have to go back first thing in the morning. At least for a day. Then, if we can convince your mother, we can probably come back up here the day after, but I'm afraid there's no way around this." Jack was stunned. If they went home, even for a day, well... Everything could change. The wild boy, everything. "We'll have to run back up to the cabin first and close everything up." Jack's father remarked, a tone of irritation in his voice, as he slid off the bar stool. "But... But wait dad." Jack pleaded, thinking quickly. "I could stay up here. At the cabin I mean. You know, that way we don't have to close everything up, and shut down the water pumps and electricity and stuff." His father looked at him doubtfully. "Besides, if I stay, then you and mom will have to come back up, right...?" "You. Stay up there all by yourself?" His dad retorted. "Yeah... Yeah why not." Jack pleaded. "I'm thirteen for shit sakes, I can do it, it's only for one day..." "Your mother would never go for it." his dad said thoughtfully. "Go for what?" his mother asked, as she walked up behind them. Jack's father explained to her the predicament back at work, then told her that Jack had volunteered to stay up at the cabin so that they wouldn't have to close everything up; which was a big hassle to say the least. She looked at Jack cynically. "There's no one else up at the cabins you know. You'd be there all by yourself..." she said, as if to dissuade him. "I know." Jack replied quickly, sensing her wavering. "I can do that easy. I stayed at home by myself for the whole weekend when you two went to Vegas in March." He reminded her. "It's the same thing..." "It's not the same thing." She refuted. "This is up at the cabin, with no phone service if something should happen, and..." "Mommm..." he cut her off. "Come on. I'm not in diapers any more. It's no big deal, its only one day." She looked at him for a moment, then at his father, and suddenly got that relenting look on her face. "YES..." Jack hissed, pumping his fist in the air. With a little more discussion things were apparently settled, they drove back up the old mountain road back to the cabin. The three of them spent the rest of that evening relaxing around the firepit, even roasting marshmallows again until late. The following morning, after a simple breakfast and a lot of precautionary instructions, Jack's parents finally hopped in the Subaru and headed back down the mountain for home. They would go into the office to sign the necessary paperwork and take care of other business that afternoon, and they would drive back up to the cabin sometime the following morning. And with that, Jack was free. Alone in the wilderness to do as he pleased. Much like the wild boy he'd discovered up by the pond. Jack quickly gathered his things, refilled the camelback once again with some Gatorade and several more candy bars. He had another thought just then, remembering how dirty the wild boy had been, and going into the kitchen he grabbed up several other items, including a bar of soap which he secreted away in the pockets of the daypack. Then as excited as he'd ever been, the boy took to the trails, hiking once again up to the familiar pond, and the promise of another encounter with the mysterious wild boy. Once there, Jack settled in again near the giant boulder, already slipping out of his hiking boots and socks to get comfortable, and then sitting in the grass he thumbed on his cell phone, and curiously began to read several of the articles which he had saved to his reading list the previous day while he was online at the General Store. With time to kill, he perused them now. Jack was hoping to find any kind of clue from local stories or news reports that might have any connection to the mystery of boy in the woods. Much of what he read was a waste of time, but... His eyes widened with interest when he started to scan through an old news story about an odd incident from several years past. Unfortunately the story was continued on another page, which Jack had failed to download. "Well that's interesting?" he remarked thoughtfully. Some time passed, and then, quite unexpectedly Jack heard a sound not far from him just at the edge of the trees. "Swwwwttt..." Came the soft, familiar whistle. A grin spread his features and Jack stood up, looking intently toward the trees. "Swwwwttt..." He mimicked, whistling back in reply. A moment later the naked boy stepped cautiously out of the trees nearby. He looked tentatively at Jack, who smiled warmly at him, trying to put the boy at ease. The boy's lips spread in a small guarded smile as well. Wanting the boy to feel safe, Jack sat down in the grass with his legs crossed in front of him. The other boy stood right where he was for a moment, then cautiously took several steps forward, his bare feet padding softly through the warm grass. The boy stopped, then looked at Jack, cocking his head curiously to one side. Finally the boy crept forward again till he was standing about four feet in front of Jack. "Hi..." Jack offered softly. The other boy said nothing. A moment later, the boy squatted down, then sat gingerly in the grass, folding his legs in front of him just as Jack was doing. Jack looked at the naked boy, examining him. He decided the kid surely had to be about twelve-years-old. He appeared surprisingly fit, with virtually no fat on his body. Instinctively, or perhaps curiously, Jack looked down at the naked boy's genitals. The youngster wasn't circumcised, and this was something fairly new to Jack. All of his friends, and most of the kids at school were, and though he had seen one boy in the locker room who wasn't, he'd never had an opportunity to really take look at it. For whatever reason, Jack seemed quite intrigued by the loose nubbin of skin. The wild boy looked down at himself, then back up at Jack, who felt slightly embarrassed now, because the boy had obviously noticed him looking down there. "Oh... Um, here..." Jack said softly, as he unzipped his Camelback. He reached in and pulled out a banana that he'd gotten from the kitchen. He held it out toward the other boy, but the kid simply looked at him. Pulling it back, Jack twisted the top of the banana, breaking open the peel. He opened it slightly, took a bite from it, then offered it again to the other boy. The youngster leaned forward this time, cautiously taking the fruit from Jack's hand. He pulled the peel back the a bit, then took a bite of the banana. His face lit up as if remembering this familiar taste, and he anxiously ate down the rest of the sweet fruit. Finally looking back at Jack, the boy smiled softly and handed the drooping yellow peel back to him. "Oh, I'm Jack." Jack offered, pointing back at himself. "Jack." he said again. The wild boy seemed to mouth the word, but didn't say anything. Jack smiled at him again. Then the naked boy scootched himself forward, slightly closer in the grass. Jack looked the boy over again. He noticed many little scratches on the boy's naked body. Running around bare ass outdoors he supposed this was bound to be the case. The boy leaned forward then, and reaching out he softly touched the smooth skin of Jack's bare calf, stroking it softly with his finger. The boy smiled and looked up at him, so Jack smiled back. The youngster scootched himself further forward then, a little more boldly this time, till he was sitting just in front of Jack. He leaned forward and reached out dirty fingers and touched Jack's tee shirt, feeling the soft material between his finger tips as if remembering the feel of it. He did the same on Jack's cargo shorts, perhaps even wondering why the older boy was wearing such things. Jack could only imagine what was going on in the other boy's mind, and feeling compelled somehow, it was Jack who reached out this time toward the wild boy. The kid pulled back slightly. Jack hesitated for a moment, then nodding reassuringly he reached foreword again, gently touching the wild boy's bare chest. The younger boy looked down at his hand for a moment, then cupped his own hands around Jack's, touching it and gently holding onto it. A small smile parted his lips, as if he was enjoying this delightful feeling of another human's touch. A gleam shined in the wild boy's bright green eyes and he seemed to relax noticeably, as if sensing now that the older boy meant him no harm. The youngster squirmed around and onto his knees getting in very close to Jack now. He reached out, timidly touching Jack's soft brown hair, then he leaned forward timidly and sniffed at it. Jack sat quietly, allowing the other boy to examine him in this way. It was then that the younger boy began to tug lightly on Jack's tee shirt pulling it upward, apparently attempting to remove it. Jack thought that perhaps the wild boy was curious, and wanted to try putting the soft tee shirt on himself. So Jack reached down and helped to pull the tee shirt off, handing it over to the younger boy. The boy merely set it aside however, then he reached for Jack's cargo shorts, tugging on the fabric. Not quite sure what was going on now, Jack decided he'd go along with it for the moment. He stood and helpfully unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, allowing the wild boy slide them slowly down his legs. But the wild boy had no interest in the shorts either, instead he looked at Jack's white cotton underwear, then with no hesitancy whatsoever he reached out and touched Jack's thin briefs, unintentionally cupping his fingers around Jack's soft boyhood. "Whoa..." Jack reacted instinctively, and he gently pushed the boy's hand away. Things had suddenly become a bit awkward, but... At the same time Jack could feel that odd rush of excitement growing inside in his belly. The wild boy looked up at him, confused, then reached for Jack's underpants again, and as if it were a perfectly natural thing, the boy tried to pull them down. Jack resisted slightly, feeling slightly shy again, and not at all sure what the wild boy was thinking. But at the same time, Jack was feeling oddly curious now, and being so compelled, he changed his mind, and suddenly allowed the boy to tug his briefs down his legs until both of them were standing there quite naked. The wild boy looked at Jack and smiled, nodding slightly, as if all was right with the world now. Was that it? Is that what the wild boy had been on about. That Jack wasn't hidden behind the clothes, that he should be naked as well, so that both boys were the same?! It was oddly disappointing in a way. Somehow, almost without realizing it, Jack had actually been hoping that there was something more to it than that. Over the last few days he had to admit that he'd felt this odd arousal whenever he thought about the other boy. Even when he had jerked off in his bed the other night, his thoughts had curiously turned to the other boy. This damn puberty thing, if that's what it was, was a confusing mess of emotion. The wild boy shifted a bit on his feet, his eyes slowly wandering over Jack's naked frame. The boy looked down at Jack's circumcised boyhood, then glanced back at his own uncircumcised one. Absently the boy fingered his own boyhood, and the loose bunch of skin that hung over its tip. He glanced up at the older boy once, then reached out and boldly touched Jack's flaccid penis. Jack cringed slightly, but determinedly held his ground. The wild boy was simply curious about the difference between the two of them. Jack could feel his heartbeat increase rapidly. And then he could even feel himself becoming slightly aroused as the younger boy innocently touched the tip of his penis. He swallowed tightly, feeling a little embarrassment now, knowing that it was the touch of another boy which was arousing him. The younger kid took his hand away, and suddenly feeling a bit shy, Jack reached down to partially cover his slightly expanded boyhood with his hand. Instinctively he glanced down at the wild boy and noticed that the other boy was starting to grow a stiffy as well. "Whoa..." Jack breathed, swallowing with some difficulty. "Whoa..." the wild boy murmured softly in return. Jack's eyes widened at the sound, and with a surprised smile he looked into the wild boy's bright green eyes. "Whoa." Jack repeated with deliberate curiosity. "Whoa..." the wild boy mimicked right back at him. Jack smiled boyishly, and the younger boy giggled. Jack giggled as well, and the two boys stood looking at one another for a long moment. Standing this closely to each other, Jack could see that the younger boy was at least three inches shorter than he was, and he suddenly wondered what the kid would look if he was all cleaned up. Besides, standing this closely he had noticed that the boy smelled a little gamey, from being out in the wilderness like this. Jack smiled then, because this was something that he'd thought about before; in fact, he had prepared for it. It was one of the extra things that he had packed into his Camelback before setting out this morning. Stooping, Jack reached into one of the zippered pockets and came out with a fresh bar of soap. He held it up and smiled. The wild boy looked at it, then reached out for it thinking it might be more food, but Jack smiled and shook his head. "No... You don't want to eat this." he chuckled. Reaching out, Jack gently took the wild boy gently by the wrist. The boy pulled his arm back slightly. "It's okay..." Jack said softly, nodding. He took the boys wrist again and slowly guided him to the edge of the pond. He stepped into the shallow water, drawing the younger boy in with him. Letting go when they were both just about mid thigh deep, Jack plunged himself into the cool water getting himself totally wet. He stood then shaking the water from his hair, then he nodded at the younger boy, urging him to do the same. The kid looked at the water, smiled slightly, then he too dropped down into it just as Jack had done, wallowing around for a moment in the cooling wetness. When he stood back up, he shook his head vigorously, flipping copious amounts of water from his girlishly long hair. Jack took the bar of soap, which he'd been holding onto, and he rubbed it across his own bare chest, lathering himself up. He looked at the wild boy and nodded, then handed the boy the soap. Almost immediately the wet soap squirted out the boy's hand and plopped into the water, so Jack retrieved it and handed it back to him. The boy took the slippery soap again, fumbled with it, but finally managed to hold onto it for a moment. To demonstrate, Jack rubbed his own chest with the palm of his hand and nodded, hinting that the boy should wash himself. The younger boy attempted to rub the bar of soap over his own chest, but it quickly slipped through his fingers again, plopping into the water. Jack giggled, and the frustrated boy giggled as well. This happened several more times, and finally after Jack had retrieved the soap for the third time he said, "Here, let me help you." Reaching out, Jack rubbed the bar of soap over the boy's smooth bare chest, then up along his shoulders. The long haired boy watched intently, then smiled gently, happily enjoying the other boy's ministrations. Caught up in the moment, Jack smiled back at him and continued to help wash the boy's torso, eventually turning him around in the water and getting to his back as well. He scrubbed the boy's shoulders and upper back, then ran his soap slickened hands down the youngster's bare sides. Focused intently on his task, Jack innocently ran his palm down and over the firmly rounded mounds of the other boy's bare bottom, his fingers straying slightly, and innocently into the smooth crevice between the wild boy's soft pillow-like butt cheeks. Jack stopped then, suddenly becoming aware of his own heightened enjoyment, and subsequent arousal. He glanced down at himself, to discover that he was more than partially erect now. This was a surprising turn of events, and something that he was really not expecting. Apparently washing the other boy like this had been more than a little stimulating to him. The younger boy turned then, wondering why Jack had stopped washing him. Of course when he turned around, it was easy for wild boy to notice Jack's arousal. And just as quickly, an embarrassed Jack covered himself with his hands, blushing red as he did so. After all, having someone else see his boner was more than a little embarrassing now wasn't it. The wild boy showed no signs of concern or embarrassment though, he simply continued to smile innocently, and when Jack chanced to glance downward, he was a surprised again to see that the other boy was sporting a youthful erection of his own. Jacks eyes widened. He'd never really seen anyone else with an hard-on before. Well, perhaps in school if one of his friends accidently pitched a tent in their jeans, but, he'd certainly never seen an actual swollen penis, other than his own. And certainly not one erotically capped with foreskin... This was certainly not what Jack had expected to happen when he had found the wild boy. Far from it. "Oh shit..." Jack mumbled reactively. He took a hesitant step back, still covering himself with his hands, and not really knowing what to do from here... The mystery that was the wild boy, was becoming an even larger mystery now... ~~End of Chapter Two~~ (To Be Continued) Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing, absolutely nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys.... Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy Comments are always welcome at new email; ( ians.daydream@gmail.com ) I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it.