Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 10:03:56 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: Jack in the Wild Chapter 3 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 Three) ~~ Previously; A whole new world had opened up to thirteen-year-old Jack. How could he have known when he and his parents had come up to their cabin in the woods several days ago that he would find himself embroiled in one of the strangest mysteries of his young lifetime. To have accidently discovered a naked wild boy, apparently on his own, surviving way out in the woods, miles from anywhere. Jack had been fascinated and intrigued the moment he'd first spotted the wild boy; he had even found himself becoming oddly aroused by him in some ways, and now he was determined to find the boy again, and somehow make contact with him. And now, with Jack's parents gone back to the city for a day to sign some work related contracts, Jack had begged them to let him stay up at the cabin on his own, so that he could further pursue this mystery. And then quite surprisingly, he did make a tenuous contact with the wild boy, who it seemed, was just as curious about Jack, as Jack was about him. Surviving alone in the woods, the boy was somewhat grubby, and Jack had endeavored to clean him up, there in the small mountain lake in the hills above the cabin. This had led to an uncomfortable moment for Jack, when he had actually become sexually aroused by the physical contact with the other boy, while they both stood naked in the lake and Jack sought to bathe and clean up the wild boy. * * * * *This was certainly not what Jack had expected to happen when he had found the kid. Far from it, as he tried to clean up the wild boy. "Oh shit..." Jack mumbled reactively, when he felt himself becoming aroused. He took a hesitant step back, now covering his stiffening boyhood with his hands, and not really knowing what to do at that moment... The mystery that was the wild boy, was suddenly becoming an even larger mystery now...* Jack swallowed dryly, he was somewhat confused since he was feeling that sudden but unmistakable rush of sexual excitement. Though at this point, now that he thought about it, it didn't really surprise him that he was having this kind of reaction; clearly he had been intrigued by the wild boy from the very start, and in more ways than just the mystery of who he was, or how he'd come to be there. No, clearly he was intrigued in some physical manner as well. Proven now, by the fact he was sexually aroused by the very sight of the wild boy's innocent, natural, and spontaneous erection. The wild boy looked at Jack and cocked his head slightly, as if not understanding the sudden change in the older boy's demeanor. He reached out timidly and touched Jack's shoulder in a thoughtful and surprisingly tender manner. Jack looked up into the wild boy's bright green eyes and saw a genuine look of concern in them. And then the younger boy did something else entirely unexpected. He stepped forward and put his arms around Jack, hugging him tightly. Jack was again taken by surprise as the younger boy's naked body was suddenly pressed tightly against his own in this manner. It was most awkward for a moment, and Jack's body tensed against it. Boys didn't hug other boys, and certainly not if they were both naked like this. It was...it was weird... Yet, at the same time, in that lingering moment Jack didn't fail to notice that it felt quite nice somehow as well. The warmth of naked flesh pressed against his own; he'd never experienced such a thing before. Instinctively, yet with some hesitation, Jack slowly put his arms around the other boy and finally managed to relax a bit, as he held onto the kid in the same comforting manner. A reassuring, apparently innocent hug. Jack closed his eyes then, giving in to the pleasant feelings that came with this unexpected embrace and he allowed himself to savor this rare moment of grace between two boys... They pulled apart then, and the wild boy smiled timidly at him, and Jack reflected that smile with one of his own. With pure innocence, the wild boy reached out and mimicked what Jack had been doing to him. He began rubbing his soapy hands slowly across Jack's bare chest, apparently trying to return the gesture of bathing him. Jack blinked back his surprise, and they stood there determinedly, still thigh deep in the cool water with Jack attempting to bathe the wild boy, and the wild boy innocently reciprocating. Both boys it seemed, were somewhat aroused by the tenderness of the physical contact. They spent several long minutes attending to one another, innocently helping each other bathe in this manner, and when they'd finished this impromptu bathing session, Jack took the younger boy by the wrist and they strolled out of the water into the small sunlit clearing, where they sat in the soft warm summer grasses letting the sun slowly dry them. After a time Jack looked thoughtfully at the wild boy, who was lying there with his eyes closed, still drying in the sun. He had so many questions, so many things he needed to find out about this wild boy. Reaching out, Jack touched the boy softly on the shoulder, causing the youngster to jerk slightly, and open his eyes. "Who are you?" Jack asked, somewhat rhetorically, not really expecting an answer. The boy cocked his head slightly, causing Jack to smile stoically at him. "Damn I wish you could understand me, and could speak." Jack remarked longingly. "Understand me..." the wild boy echoed hesitantly, and Jack's eyebrows raised slightly. "Wait, you do understand me don't you? At least somewhat." The boy smiled blankly at him, but Jack could see something in the boy's bright green eyes, there was intelligence there, definitely. Jack's curiosity was peaked again, and he smiled. Jack reached for his Camelback daypack then, and unzipped one of the storage pockets and reaching in he pulled out two of the small candy bars, tossing one to the wild boy and keeping one for himself. A smile crossed the wild boy's face as he caught it, and this time he knew to tear open the wrapper before eating it. As they munched on their chocolate treat, Jack glanced again at the boy's nakedness. The boy's smooth, lean body was certainly cleaner now than it had been, and Jack couldn't help but to glance down at the boy's youthful penis again, unable not to. The younger boy was just a bit smaller than Jack was down there. Close to three inches, including the rubbery little tip of foreskin, and Jack swallowed, already feeling the tingle of excitement building within his own genitals again. Still slightly confused about his physical attraction to the boy, and not wanted to bone up again, Jack glanced over at the pile of clothes, lying in the grass beside him. He stood then, and turning his back he quickly pulled on his cargo shorts while the wild boy watched him. "Um... Here..." Jack offered, handing the boy his tee shirt. "Maybe you can wear this for awhile." The younger boy looked up at him, a bit confused. Why did he want the boy to put some clothes on. For the wild boy, being naked was quite natural, it felt good, and its what the boy knew. "Just um, just try it..." Jack requested, and he helped pull the red tee shirt over the younger boy's head, helping guide his arms into the short sleeves. The wild boy scrunched up his nose uncomfortably, tugging lightly on the shirt, which he didn't seem to like. The tee shirt was just long enough to cover his genitals though, and Jack felt slightly relieved, thinking it might be easier if the other boy was covered. The younger boy clearly didn't like this, but he didn't offer any resistance, or try to take it off, at least for now. Jack knelt down in the grass in front of the boy. "So, um, where do you...do you live? Where do you sleep?" he asked, as he raised his hands to his cheek and leaned his head to the side on them, closing his eyes to demonstrate. "Sleep." He reiterated. "Where do you sleep?" The boy gazed at him, then looking thoughtful he pointed up past the meadow, towards the thick woods on the other side. Jack nodded at him and smiled, and the boy smiled and pointed at Jack. "You sleep?" the wild boy asked... Apparently understanding, and wanting to know where Jack went to sleep at night. "Oh. Well I...I live that way." he offered, pointing back in the opposite direction. "I sleep there, in a cabin." The wild boy smiled at him, then looked off in the direction that Jack was pointing. "So, what's your name?" Jack wondered aloud. "I'm Jack," he said, tapping his own chest again, "and your name is?" he touched the wild boy's chest. The boy smiled and seemed to shrug slightly. "Well, I have to call you something." Jack replied, looking steadfastly into the boys bright green eyes. The wild boy stood up then, distracted, pointing off in the same direction that Jack had pointed. He took Jack's wrist and pulled him slightly, as if urging him up. "You sleep..." the boy said, pointing again to where Jack had pointed. "You...you want to see where I sleep?" Jack wondered quizzically. "You sleep..." the boy muttered again nodding, and he started to walk in that direction, urging Jack to show him. "Ok, ok hold on there green-eyes..." Jack said, and he quickly slipped into his hiking boots and gathered up his Camelback. Jack hurriedly caught up to the boy, and together they followed the deer trail that headed back down the hillside. The wild boy was surprisingly light on his feet, and Jack had to walk quickly just to lead the way. When they reached the large rock outcropping, which was rather steep, they carefully started to climb down with Jack in the lead. He looked back up to see how the wild boy was managing. The barefoot boy was having no trouble at all, hopping down from rock to rock, more nimbly than if he was wearing shoes. And now, being slightly below and looking back up at the boy, Jack's red tee shirt didn't even begin to cover much, and Jack smiled and shook his head as he saw the wild boy's bare bottom and dangling boy bits, waggling freely there just above him. He shivered excitedly. They slowly worked their way down to the bottom of the outcropping where the boys picked up another deer trail and followed it downward for nearly twenty minutes, in and out of the trees until at last they came out of the woods just above where the cabins were. The wild boy cocked his head and hesitated at the sight of the cabins, some kind of recognition in his eyes. He looked at Jack curiously. "They're cabins..." Jack told him. "No one's here though, just us." He nodded at the boy, then started forward again walking down the unpaved road. The wild boy hesitated a moment longer, looking suspiciously at the cabins again, then quickly catching up to Jack he took hold of his arm, clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable with the surroundings. They passed the few scattered cabins on either side, with the wild boy glancing at them nervously, and then Jack veered off toward his parent's cabin, heading toward the door. The wild boy drew close to him and sniffed tentatively at the air. He could smell the faint remnants of the burnt alder wood coming from the firepit, and glancing around he trembled slightly. Jack looked at him. "Its alright..." He said soothingly. "I sleep here, its okay..." He put one arm around the boy, and hugged him to his side reassuringly. The wild boy looked up at him and nodded. "Come on green-eyes, lets go in." Jack suggested. He unlocked the door to the cabin and stepped inside, followed timidly by the wild boy. The youngster looked around at everything, a bit unsure, but at the same time there was that distant light of recognition in his eyes. This all seemed familiar to him somehow, in a foggy kind of way. Jack led the boy through to the small kitchenette, where he pulled out one of the chairs from the table and sat the boy down on it. "Are you hungry?" Jack asked, raising his fingers to his mouth, and then pretending to chew. The wild boy nodded quickly, and Jack crossed to the refrigerator and opened it. He rummaged for a moment, then brought out a plastic tub of leftovers from the previous day. Setting these on the table, Jack grabbed a bowl of fruit from the counter and brought this over to the table as well. The wild boy's eyes lit up at the familiar sight of the bananas, and he quickly took one and broke the peel open, munching hungrily on the sweet insides. He stopped part way through, then held out his arm, offering some of the banana back to Jack. The older boy smiled, then leaned forward and took a small bite of it. The wild boy smiled back happily at him, then pulled the fruit back to finish the rest of it himself. The boys sat and ate several other pieces of fruit, enjoying a pear and a couple of wonderfully sweet peaches, which the wild boy gobbled down delightedly, and the juicy peach drooled messily down his chin and fingers. Jack giggled at him, and reached out with a napkin to wipe his face. The older boy opened one of the large Tupperware containers then, which was filled with several pieces of leftover lemon chicken. He got up to get a plate, but the wild boy looked into the container, then reached in and pulled out a piece of lemon wedge garnish, instead of the chicken; and before Jack could warn him, the boy popped it into his mouth. Chewing down on it, the boy's face scrunched up comically, and he began sticking his tongue out rapidly trying to spit out the sour wedge. "Tried to warn you..." Jack giggled, as the boy wiped at his tongue with his fingers. Still giggling, Jack reached in and found a nice meaty piece of chicken breast, and he handed that to the boy. Making a doubtful face, the wild boy took a timid bite. He chewed a moment, and then the grin returned to his face, as he rapidly ate down the large boneless chicken breast. When they had finally had their fill, Jack looked at the boy, who as one might expect from a wild boy, had been a little messy while eating. There was sticky peach juice that had run down his neck, and chicken drippings on his fingers. "Now maybe we can get you cleaned up better." Jack suggested. "Now, that we have some warm water and real shampoo, we can get that messy hair washed as well." Standing up, Jack led the boy back to the simple bathroom and he leaned into the small shower stall to get the warm water flowing. Looking back, he indicated that the boy should take off the red tee shirt; which was still the only thing that he was wearing. The wild boy was more than happy to discard the scratchy tee shirt, he'd been uncomfortable in it from the start. Peeling it off and standing naked now, Jack couldn't help but glance at the wild boy again with some interest, as he ushered him into the shower stall and under the warm water. The youngster seemed delighted that the water was actually warm, and he beamed an equally warm smile back at Jack. The older boy smiled in return, and then handed the wild boy a fresh bar of soap. "Um, try to hold onto it this time." he chuckled. The wild boy looked at him and cocked his head curiously; then he took Jack by the wrist, pulling at him, wanting him to step into the shower stall as well. Jack hesitated though, thinking better of it as he remembered what had happened as they tried to bathe in the lake together. But the wild boy was insistent. He reached out and tugged at Jack's cargo shorts, until the older boy finally relented. Stripping out of his shorts, and not wanting to get water all over the bathroom floor, Jack stepped quickly into the cramped stall with the wild boy. He reached for the shampoo bottle and squeezed a liberal amount into his palm, then reached up and began running it through the wild boy's thick, messy tangle of long brown hair, washing, rinsing, and then rewashing it thoroughly. As he shampooed the boy's thick locks, Jack couldn't help but feel an unpleasant lump there, beneath the boy's hairline. Carefully, Jack spread the hair at that point, looking at the boy's scalp. Indeed, there was a fair sized lump of scar tissue there; clearly indicating that the boy had suffered a significant injury at some time. Jack wondered if this wasn't connected in some way, to the boy being out there in the woods. Yet another puzzle piece to this strange but unfolding mystery. After a nice healthy scrubbing of the boy's long locks, Jack motioned for the boy to close his eyes, and then he held his head under the streaming water to rinse the shampoo out of it. When he'd finished Jack nodded, seemingly satisfied that he'd done a good job, and he smiled at the younger boy. The boy smiled back tenderly at Jack, knowing that the older boy was being kind by helping him this way, and he wanted to return the favor it seemed; so reaching for the shampoo he pointed at Jack's hair. "You..." the boy murmured. He squeezed a more than plentiful amount of shampoo directly onto Jack's head and then began helping to wash his hair, just the same as Jack had done for him. Having been overly generous with the shampoo, the mountain of suds started dripping down into Jack's eyes, and he had to close them to keep them from stinging. The wild boy busied himself washing Jacks hair, and then with the over abundance of lathery suds, he continued on with his task, and dutifully began washing the older boy's body as well. Jack had been so caught up in how pleasant it was having someone wash his hair, that he wasn't really thinking as the wild boy started washing down his chest. It was feeling really nice, to be honest, and then much to his surprise, the wild boy washed downward, and was now innocently handling and washing Jack's genitals. The older boy tensed, fearing he would quickly become aroused again, but the other boy had already continued on and was already washing lower down on Jacks legs now. Jack swallowed nervously, still not wanting to embarrass himself by boning up again, and when the wild boy turned him around to wash his back. Jack put his head under the flowing water and rinsed his hair and face so that he could open his eyes. In the mean time, the wild boy continued washing Jack's back, including an innocent foray between his rounded butt cheeks, but as before, he didn't linger and moved on rather quickly. With his eyes cleared of shampoo now, Jack was able to open them and look down at himself. He saw that he was slightly aroused again, his youthful penis was pointing outward if not slightly upward, and his balls swayed gently as the other boy continued to wash him. "This is ridiculous..." Jack thought to himself, and swallowing his boylike modesty, Jack reached for the bar of soap in the tray, and turned around boldly to look at the younger boy. "Your turn..." he announced decisively. Jack proceeded to scrub the wild boy thoroughly from head to toe, but it wasn't long before the water had turned cold, the small water heater not able to handle this more than extended shower session; forcing the boys to rinse off quickly under the cold water, before stepping out of the small shower stall. Jack grabbed towels for each of them, and handed one to the other boy, motioning for him to dry off with it. He couldn't help but look over the younger boy's beautiful body once again as they toweled themselves dry. The kid cleaned up pretty nice though, Jack thought, as he looked at the smooth barely adolescent physic of the naked twelve-year- old. There were a number of small scratches, obviously from being naked out in the brush, and even a few scars from some past injury, but other than that the boy's skin and body were surprisingly smooth. And yes, Jack couldn't help but glance curiously at the other boy's youthful penis again, focusing on the little nub of foreskin at it's tip, which was still quite intriguing to him. He swallowed dryly, then realizing that he was absolutely starting to get aroused again, he quickly turned away and pushed his wrist firmly against his own rising boyhood, trying to discourage it from swelling any further. In the end, he wrapped his towel tightly around his own waist, covering the bulge that still persisted there. It was kind of ridiculous really, for him to be so concerned about it. He wondered if the wild boy even understood what a boner was, let alone the reason for it... But even so, it is rather awkward to have your dick stick up like a bloated flagpole in front of someone else... Covered up now and wanting to distract himself, Jack grabbed up a comb from the bathroom counter, and he carefully tried to comb out the tangles in the wild boy's long, unruly hair. It snagged a few times, causing the boy to squint against the discomfort of it, but Jack finally finished his task and he stepped back to look at the finished result. "There you go green-eyes..." he smiled. "You look really nice now." "Nice..." the wild boy echoed, and just as he did before, the naked boy stepped forward and hugged himself tightly to Jack to show his appreciation. Jack finally ushered the boy out of the bathroom, and led him down the stairs to the daylight basement and his small bedroom. "This is where I sleep." Jack said, pointing at the bed. "Sleep..." The green eyed boy reiterated. He crawled up onto the bed, marveling at its softness of it, then he looked back curiously at Jack and beamed. "Did you... Do you wanna' take a little nap or something?" Jack asked, knowing that the boy likely didn't understand him. The wild boy, wrapped only in the towel, commenced to bounce up and down on the bed a little, still surprised at how soft it was. Jack giggled as he watched the boy's youthful playfulness. "Maybe we should take a little rest." Jack suggested, suddenly feeling a bit weary himself. He reached into his duffle bag and brought out a fresh tee shirt, handing it to the naked boy on his bed. The wild boy shook his head in the negative, and scrunched up his nose. He didn't like wearing shirts. Or anything else for that manner, and all Jack could do was shrug. Then still wrapped only in his own bath towel he crawled up on the bed and lay down on his back. "Let's rest a little." Jack offered, patting the bed to his left. The wild boy seemed to understand the gesture, and he lay himself down near Jack. They lay quietly for a moment, and Jack glanced over to see the younger boy looking at him. He smiled softly, then reached over and used his finger to clear the soft brown hair from the boy's forehead. "Tomorrow," Jack yawned, "you can show me where you live. Where you sleep, ok?" The wild boy just looked at him tiredly; the comfort of the soft bed already lulling him into a soft sleep. More than ever Jack wanted to figure out the mystery of his young wild boy. Who was he, how he'd gotten out here, and... And where he belonged. "It's okay green-eyes..." he said, still softly stroking the boy's long hair, "We'll figure this out." Jack hadn't really expected to fall asleep for very long. Just a little cat nap is all. But he woke several hours later to discover that it was slightly dark now in his room. He could feel something warm on his left side, and he raised his head in the dim light to see the wild boy spooning nakedly against him, with his leg slightly draped over Jack's bare thigh. At some point during their nap, Jack's towel must have come loose and fallen away, because he was laying there now just as naked as the wild boy, who's body was resting comfortably against, and partially on top of him. It felt quite nice actually, he thought, which was quite apparent by the fact that Jack was lying there, sporting yet another inspired erection. Instinctively he started to cover himself with his hand, but quickly realized that the younger boy was still soundly asleep at his side; and besides, it was rather dark in the room anyway. So instead of covering his aroused boyhood, he absently reached down and gingerly touched his aroused member. "Ohh shit..." he muttered quietly under his breath; that touch felt so nice didn't it. For a moment he seriously contemplated masturbation. He wanted so badly to relieve himself, but then he glanced over at the younger boy sleeping beside him, and feeling slightly embarrassed, he reluctantly changed his mind. Taking several calming breaths, Jack folded his hands atop his own belly and closed his eyes deciding he'd just try to get some sleep. He tried... He really did, but after a few minutes, the urge was almost irresistible and he slipped his hand down to touch his still engorged boyhood once again, and then began to finger it lightly. Innocently at first, almost casually, but it felt so good that his penis twitched. He suddenly remembered that it had been over a day and a half since he'd last jerked off, and that was a long time in the life of a thirteen-year-old pubescent boy. He'd done it everyday, sometimes two or three times a day, ever since he'd discovered this hidden talent nearly a year ago. Besides, with all the extra stimulation he'd just had, thinking about, seeing, and being in physical contact with the naked wild boy, it had really gotten him rather stove up. He glanced back at that wild boy's nakedness again now, and he wondered why this naked boy had been such an arousal to him, and suddenly it didn't seem to matter. Unable to resist, he scooped up his erect boyhood with his fingertips and began a slow, meaningful massage of his stiff, four and a half inch boy prong. "Ohh..." almost immediately he squirmed and felt it twitch again in his fingers. He slowed himself, trying to maintain a gentle pace, not wanting to awaken the sleeping boy. Jack's other arm had already been resting gently against the other boy's warm back, and without even realizing it now, his fingers were softly dusting the boy's smooth soft skin. If felt wonderful, having skin to skin contact with another person, and unawares this was clearly enhancing Jack's arousal. Within moments he was moaning quietly in dulcet tones as he continued to fondle his own fleshy organ, "Ohh...uhh..uhh...." Rather quickly he felt himself twitch excitedly again, and on his thumb he felt the persistent wetness of precum already drooling from his own boy spigot. "Oh man..." he sighed, wincing at the pure pleasure of it. He used his thumb to rub the translucent sticky fluid over the tip of his glans, and he winced again, at how sensitive it was. He almost shot his load right then, but he remained motionless for several long moments, allowing the sensations to back down a bit. He swallowed dryly in the darkness, and licking his parched lips he slowly started in again. Jack could also feel a moistness between his youthful butt cheeks, as a thin film of perspiration had begun to dampen his private areas. He clenched his cheeks tightly several times, as he liked to do, sending a little tingle through his little pink pucker. "Ahh..ah...." he sighed in low, breathy, almost ghostlike moans, and even his toes flexed and strained, joining in the wonderful, pre climactic dance. With his hand irresistibly picking up speed, the tingles began to spread through his groin. His legs twitched slightly and Jack knew there was no turning back at this point. His insides and thighs seized with that most pleasurable numbness, and then the tip of his boyhood swelled cobra-like and began to spit it's molten boy milk. "Uhh.uhhh...uhhh....." It was an intense burst, that left him gritting his teeth against it; then another gripping spasm which was accompanied by a hot splatter that he felt along his neck, then another power pulse of boy chowder, and then several drooling tremors as his sticky hot seed oozed from his straining boylike knob... Jack's body was clenched for several long seconds, and finally crumpled just as quickly as it had risen, temporarily drained of all will. He licked dry lips again, panting, his heart still beating up-tempo in his chest. This had absolutely been one of his more memorable orgasms ever. He knew without a doubt it was because of the wild boy, the physical contact, and the effect that he was having on him. This was the first time he'd ever actually had any physical contact, or even had anyone in the room with him when he rubbed one off. Well, except for that one time in a sleeping bag, when he secretly jerked off during a sleepover in a tent in his best friend's backyard. But that was different. "Whew..." he sighed quietly as he slowly recovered, knowing that this time had been something really special. He lay there for several minutes, but feeling rather sticky he gently slid himself sideways and off the bed. He needed to wash up a little, and he needed a cool drink of water to moisten his parched mouth. Standing quietly, he padded softly out of the bedroom. What Jack hadn't known, was that the wild boy had awakened at some point, and in the gloominess of the room he had actually witnessed most of Jack's masturbatory adventure. The gentle rocking alongside of him had woken the sleeping boy, and the soft tender tickles on his back had felt quite nice where Jack had been rubbing him. In the dimness of the room, the boy had watched the whole affair with rapt curiosity, not knowing for sure, exactly what his companion had been doing; yet somehow sensing that despite the soft grunts and seemingly painful moans, the other boy had clearly taken great pleasure in the proceedings. Alone now in the near darkness, the wild boy reached down and curiously touched his own youthful boyhood, which had also swollen in kind for some reason while he had watched the proceedings. Of course he had had erections before, waking up with them from time to time, but he'd never had cause to play with them, save perhaps for a few curious touches and inquisitively drawing back his own foreskin a time or two. The wild boy had pretended to be asleep while the older boy was jerking off. He had noticed before that Jack seemed to be embarrassed each time his penis had gotten hard like that in front of him, and he didn't want Jack to stop whatever pleasurable thing he'd been doing. So he had lain quietly in the darkness and simply observed the proceedings. There was a slight noise then as Jack was returning, so the naked wild boy rolled over slightly onto his other side and feigned sleep. When Jack came back into the bedroom, he settled quietly onto the bed, and for some reason he leaned over and tenderly kissed the wild boy gently on top of his head. Then just as tenderly he spooned his nakedness against the younger boy, curling comfortably and warmly around him. It felt quite nice actually. This warm hug that somehow felt very familiar to the wild boy; comforting actually, warm and safe all at the same time. The wild boy drifted quickly back to sleep then, for the first time in a long time, not feeling quite so alone. * * * * Several hours passed with the boys snoozing comfortably together there on the soft bed, and when Jack next opened his eyes, there was light already filtering in through the curtained bedroom window. He blinked his eyes several times, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. Almost instinctively, and without looking, he moved his hand out to his left across the bed, but there was only emptiness along side of him. Panicked, he raised his head quickly to look, but the other boy was not lying on the bed beside him anymore. He felt a disappointed wave roll through him as he raised his head further, and that's when he noticed the younger boy. The wild boy was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, quietly watching Jack; who felt instantly relieved somehow knowing that the boy was still there, and he smiled up at him. "Morning green eyes..." Jack offered quietly. The boy cocked his head slightly and smiled back at him. Then Jack propped himself up on his elbows, and glancing down at himself, he suddenly remembered that he was still lying there quite naked. It caught him off guard for a instant, and he turned a shy glance toward the wild boy sitting at the foot of the bed. The younger boy sensed his shyness, and smiled again as he shook his head, clearly wondering why Jack was always so shy about his nakedness. The boy hopped off the bed then and moved to the window, pushing the curtains aside to gaze out of it. After a moment, he turned and looked back at Jack, tapping his fingers to his mouth to indicate he was hungry. Jack nodded at him, then slid himself off the bed and reached for his board shorts which were still resting over the back of the chair. But before he could step into them though, the wild boy put his hand on Jack's arm stopping him from putting them on; once again smiling quietly and shaking his head no. Taking a resigned breath, Jack tossed the shorts back onto the chair, resolved to the fact that if the wild boy was so comfortable being without clothes, that he could try and do it as well. With that, the two of them left the bedroom and padded up the narrow stairway to the upstairs area of the cabin. Jack led the way into the kitchenette, with the wild boy trialing at his heels. "Whatcha' want to eat?" Jack asked, as he reached for the few remaining bananas in the fruit bowl. The other boy nodded happily, and he took one of the delicious yellow fruits and began pulling open the peel. The older boy reached up and took a box of cereal from the cupboard, then gathered two bowls and spoons, which he set on the table. The wild boy watched him curiously while he nibbled on the banana. Jack went to the small refrigerator and grabbed a plastic container of milk, which he brought over to the table. Sitting, Jack poured bowels of cereal for both of them, which he topped with a hefty sprinkling of sugar, and then poured the milk over the top of them. The younger boy still watched him intently, apparently wondering where this was leading. Jack then sliced up the remaining banana, dropping the bits onto the top of each bowel of the Frosted Flakes cereal. He looked at the wild boy and smiled. "You'll like this..." he offered, as he took his spoon and dug in. He glanced at the younger boy and had to laugh, as the boy reached into his bowl with his fingers, and picked up a small piece of the banana which he popped into his mouth. "No, not like that..." Jack giggled. He picked up the other spoon and put it in the wild boy's hand, then demonstrated again by taking another bite of his cereal. The boy mimicked him, gathering a spoonful of cereal from his own bowl, then awkwardly putting it into his mouth. "Yeah that's it..." Jack praised. The wild boy took one more spoonful, but the little slice of banana dropped off of it and onto the table. He looked over at Jack with a wry expression, and shaking his head again, he set the spoon down and picked up the bowel of cereal, tipping in toward his mouth he began slurping it down. Jack smiled slightly, "Okay, okay..." he chuckled, "We'll do it your way. "He picked up his own bowl and began slurping at it noisily. They grinned at each other between swallows, as they quickly ate their makeshift breakfast. "So..." Jack said, when they had finished eating, "My parents won't be back up here at the cabin till at least noon, I'm guessing... So, maybe we can hike back up to the clearing, and you can show me where you live, um, where you sleep..." "Where I sleep..." the wild boy muttered, as he stood up from the breakfast table. Jack's gaze strayed over the boy's naked body once again. Cleaned up now, Jack couldn't help but admire the boy's sleek lean physique. His eyes wandered down to the youngster's penis again, he simply couldn't help doing that either. There was just something about this kid that was really getting to him. Jack could already feel the stirrings starting down below, so clearing his throat he stood up quickly and began clearing the table of their bowels and spoons. Putting them in the sink, he turned and led the other boy back down stairs to the bedroom. "So listen," Jack began, "Since we're going to hike back up into the hills, we really should put some clothes on. I mean, I can't walk barefoot through the woods like you do. I don't even know how you manage to do it, but..." He shrugged thoughtfully. "Besides, you should wear something, especially down here by the cabins, you know, if someone chanced to see us it might be kind of awkward..." "Awkward." The wild boy echoed. Jack fished in his duffle bag and pulled out another pair of cargo shorts and handed them to the boy. "Go on... Try those on, okay?" The wild boy crinkled his nose and tried to hand them back to Jack. "Come on, please... Just try it down here, till we get up into the hills. And then you can go... you know, naked again." The wild boy made a face, but took the shorts back and stumbled to put them on. Jack helped him, even carefully zipping up the zipper for him, so as not to catch the boy's protruding privates in the zip; then he stepped into his own shorts and slipped a tee shirt on over his head. He offered another tee shirt to the wild boy, who more than a little reluctantly, managed to slip into it. Jack started to pull on his ankle socks, but changing his mind, he slipped sockless into a light pair of low rise Nike shoes, and then with a satisfied smile he led the wild boy back upstairs. He filled his Camelback with fresh Gatorade, then grabbed up a few of the little candy bars to stuff in a zippered pocket as well. Taking a moment, he wrote a note for his mom and dad, telling them everything was 'cool', and that he'd just gone hiking once again this morning, and he'd be back later in the afternoon. Notably he made no mention of the wild boy; still determined to figure out this mystery on his own. Besides, if his parents knew about the boy, everything, literally everything would change; and Jack was feeling very protective of his new found relationship to the youngster. And with that, the two boys set out and up the dirt road again, past the last cabin and then off into the woods. As they walked, the wild boy was constantly fidgeting with the tee shirt and shorts, obviously finding little comfort in wearing them, but he did so, apparently to appease his new companion Jack, since the other boy seemed compelled to wear them... The two boys worked their way up along the deer trails for half an hour or so, and finally after a little climb they scrambled up over the large cliff-like rock outcroppings. The boys stood at the top of the outcropping then, bathed in the warming sunshine as they looked out over the hillside and green terrain below them. A pleasant breeze swept up the hill from below and washed over them, and the wild boy tugged at his tee shirt once again. Feeling more than uncomfortable wearing it, he finally pulled it up over his head, removing the restrictive garment. A smile crossed his features then, and closing his eyes, the wild boy raised his face to the sun, and let the cooling breezes blow through his long brown hair and across his bare upper torso. Jack smiled at him thoughtfully, and giving in to the moment he pulled off his own tee shirt as well, and with eyes closed he also raised his face to the sun. How remarkable it felt, to just stand in the midst of it all, feeling and simply enjoying a quiet unassuming moment in nature. Jack enjoyed doing this anyway, every time he came up here, so he was slightly surprised and happy to see that the wild boy would enjoy the same things. Finally opening his eyes, Jack glanced at the wild boy for a moment, and suddenly felt even more connected to him. In a simple gesture, he put his arm around the other boy's bare shoulders; as youngsters frequently do to express youthful friendship. The wild boy looked over at him and smiled softly at Jack, then turned his face back up toward the sky, and the two boys stood there contentedly that way in the warm sun for several long minutes. After a time, Jack stooped to pick up his Camelback and he took a long drink from it, then showed the wild boy how to use the straw-like tube. The younger boy took a short sip, then grinned at Jack, delighted by the lime taste of the cold Gatorade. He took a longer drink, and then happily licked his lips savoring the flavored drink. Finally ready to move on, Jack tucked both of their discarded tee shirts into one of the Camelback pockets, and shouldering it they continued to hike upward using another deer trail, following it for another ten minutes before coming once again to the small lake where Jack had first discovered the wild boy. It was quite warm out now as they stood by the familiar huge boulder near the bank. Both boys were perspiring slightly from the hike, and Jack gazed out at the cool water, considering jumping into it to cool off a little. But the wild boy beat him to it. Jack turned to see that the other boy had already stripped off his uncomfortable shorts and was wading naked into the shallow waters. The boy turned and looked back at him, then nodded and pointed at Jack's shorts, indicating that he should take them off. "Oh what the hell..." Jack conceded. He quickly discarded his khaki cargo shorts, stepped out of his shoes and then ran to join the nude younger boy at the waters edge. The wild boy smiled at him, then glanced down at Jack's nakedness. "Good..." the boy indicated, glancing back up to look in his eyes. He reached out and took Jack by the hand and walked him knee deep into the lake, before both boys dove outward and splashed into the refreshing coolness of the water. The wild boy let out a joyful whoop when they surfaced, and with a big return grin, Jack echoed his sentiment. "Whooo...." The boys relaxed and frolicked there in the shallow water for a time, swimming about, with the wild boy floating and splashing happily. They played there. Two young kids simply acting like boys and enjoying one another's company. The wild boy was animated, and seemed particularly delighted to have someone, another human being to interact with. He splashed at the older boy joyfully, and they jumped on top of one another, playfully wrestling about with the boundless energy of two young pups. Some twenty minutes later they stumbled happily back toward the shore and walked into the grassy area again where they lay down for several minutes to warm themselves once again in the sunshine. Jack couldn't help glancing sideways at the other boy. He smiled contentedly to himself as he gazed at the naked boy, his eyes once again straying curiously over the boy's beautifully lean, twelve-year-old physique. He wondered yet again why this kid seemed to excite him so? You know, in a sexual way. To this point in Jack's young life, he'd never put in a lot of thought into his own sexuality. He was thirteen, going through puberty with all the usual mysteries, and curiosities that accompanied that journey into adolescence. Sure, he'd gotten slightly aroused before by the sight of other nude boys in the school locker room or wherever. But, that was just puberty, right? Hormones. A kid his age sees that much bare skin and its almosy a natural trigger. Didn't really mean anything right? It can happen to everyone in one way or another. That's what he'd read. That's what sex education class had indicated. But this wild kid though... Shit, there was just something there with him. Maybe it was his thick girlishly long hair, or the boy's lean physique, or maybe his alluring bright green eyes and cute face... Well shit, what kid going through puberty wouldn't be moved by the sight of that? Right? Jack sighed, feeling himself once again becoming aroused. 'Shit...' he thought to himself, and he rolled onto his stomach to try and hide his oncoming embarrassment. He bit his lower lip hard, trying to distract his own thoughts. Yet still his thoughts drifted back again to last night, and how excited he'd been when he had masturbated while thinking about nothing but the wild boy. This coming of age shit was all rather confusing to him; but whatever it meant, wherever it led, he knew that at this point, all he could do was follow. * * * * The boys lay there in the sun for another ten minutes or so, and then Jack finally rolled around and sat up. He looked at the wild boy curiously. "So... Maybe you can show me where you live now? Where you sleep and stuff?" The youngster sat up as well, and nodded. "Show you where I sleep..." he reiterated. Then he stood up, and brushed away the loose stray grass that was sticking to his body. Jack followed his lead, brushed off and then reached for his cargo shorts. But the wild boy stayed his hand. "You...don't...need...those..." he said, haltingly. Jack looked at him. "Hey... You're talking more." Jack noted, curiously. "Talking more..." The wild boy echoed. Jack studied the young boy's face, looked into his eyes, as if searching for something. "You're smarter than you let on, I think... Or, maybe... Maybe being out here in the wilderness, something happened to you, and you just kinda stopped talking..?" Jack pondered the meaning of his own guess. "Where I sleep..." The boy offered again, and he turned to lead the way. Still not quite comfortable traipsing around naked, Jack quickly slipped his cargo shorts back on, then stepped into his, low rise Nike's, and wearing nothing else he followed the naked wild boy into the lightly wooded area. They came out a few minutes later, and continued across the upper meadow above the small pristine lake. Up and over the rise where Jack could see a small ravine ahead, where the trees thickened above the rocky steep terrain. The boys headed in that direction with Jack following the nimble barefooted wild boy. It wasn't long till they entered the edge of the narrow ravine, and Jack could hear the faint sounds of running water somewhere up ahead. Apparently a small stream flowed down from the highlands above and cut a swath through this tiny canyon. The sound of water grew louder as they hiked down towards it. The brush and trees were a little more densely packed here, but the slightly worn deer trail cut an easy path for them to follow. As he strained to look ahead through the trees, Jack could faintly see a small waterfall, and below it, an open pool formed by the stream. "Oh, that's kinda cool..." he started to say, but the wild boy reached back and covered Jack's mouth with his hand. "Shhhh..." the boy hissed. Then crouching, he took Jack by the wrist pulling him down into a crouch as well." "What..?" Jack whispered. The wild boy pointed ahead just to the left. At the edge of the small pool, three deer, a doe and two young fawns stood grazing casually and were drinking from the water. The wild boy looked at Jack and smiled warmly at him. The older boy returned the smile as they crouched closely side by side, peacefully watching the three deer. After a minute or so, the wild boy took Jack by the arm, and ever so slowly they moved around toward the lower end of the small stream fed pool. Crouching low, they moved slowly to the edge of it, and now in plain sight of the deer they squatted, then sat quietly at the water's edge. The doe was alert in that moment, head high and ears up as she cautiously watched the two boys; yet she didn't seem overly alarmed by their presence. Evidently the sight of the naked wild boy was quite familiar to her, and offered no threat to her or the fawns. She went back to grazing as the boys sat quietly, watching. At length, the three deer even ventured closer to the boys, within ten yards in fact. Jack could feel his heart thumping in his chest, it was such an amazing sight to experience totally wild deer this close up in nature. He daren't move, least he scare them, but Jack turned his head to smile at his companion. The wild boy returned his gaze, then looking at the deer he made a few faint clicking sounds with the roof of his mouth. The doe glanced at him, and actually came a few yards closer; within five yards now, as she nibbled at the vegetation. It was a quite a sight to be sure, and one that Jack would remember for many years to come. Eventually all three deer slowly wandered off into the brush on the far side of the pool, casually moving upward and out of the small ravine. "That was so cool..." Jack beamed, putting his arm around his young friend again. The boy smiled back and nodded, then he shifted himself around and lowered his head to the stream to take a drink from the running water. Jack did the same, then stood alongside the younger boy. "So... Are we close? You know, to where you sleep." Jack asked. "Close." The boy replied, seemingly understanding Jack's words better now. The boys walked down into ravine a little, roughly following the small stream. The trees were much thicker here, forming quite the dense canopy in places overhead. The wild boy slowed then, and he looked stoically at Jack, then he pointed up ahead amongst the trees. Jack peered ahead failing at first to see anything, but then, just as suddenly his eyes focused, and he saw it. His eyes widened, his mouth opened a little in surprise. He swallowed hard, and looked over at the wild boy, who stood looking blankly ahead. There, slightly off the ground, tangled within the low thickly matted branches of the trees was the wreckage of a small private plane. A sudden feeling of dread coursed through Jack and caused him to shiver; he looked at the younger boy, and stood as if rooted there while the naked wild boy stepped forward through the brush toward the partially intact fuselage suspended in the trees. Jack swallowed again, then walked slowly forward. In the woods all around him, Jack noticed for the first time the small torn pieces of aluminum, and various other debris that had obvioulsy come from the small plane. Jack looked back up the hill a ways, and scanning through the upper branches of the trees he finally spotted a torn and crumpled airplane wing wedged amongst the thickets. The metal was twisted awkwardly, and bespoke of a terrible impact. Shaking it off, Jack turned and joined the wild boy who was standing now just below the suspended fuselage. The boy looked at him timidly, with no expression on his face. "Oh shit..." Jack breathed. "Is this...is this how you got here? The boy didn't answer. Instead he reached up and grabbing a low branch he pulled himself upward. He climbed one branch higher, then another, finally stepping carefully out toward the plane's broken fuselage. He stooped, and crawled in through the open twisted doorway on right the side of the wreckage. Jack swallowed again, then hoisted himself upward just as the wild boy had done. He balanced carefully in the branches, walking out on one of them till he could stoop a little and look into the partially crumpled fuselage. He shivered again, noticing the dark stains on some of the upholstery in what remained of the surprisingly intact cockpit. Both Plexiglas windshields were nearly broken out, and the instrument cluster was a tangle of twisted parts and wiring. Jack looked back into the plane. The wild boy was sitting on the floorboards on one of the former seat cushions, his knees were drawn up near his chest, with his arms wrapped around them protectively. Carefully Jack stepped into the plane, and crouching, he walked back between the seats toward the other boy. He squatted, and then sat next to the wild boy, looking mournfully at him. "This is how you got here isn't it?" he whispered. The younger boy only looked at him. Bewildered, all Jack could think to do was to wrap his arms around the naked boy, holding him in a tight embrace. His eyes scanned the cramped interior of the plane. It was twisted and torn here and there, and Jack noticed several seat cushions gathered on the floorboards; obviously this was where the boy slept at night. "When did this happen?" Jack asked, shaking his head sadly. The wild boy shrugged, either not understanding the question, or not having an answer. "Who... Who else was in the plane when it...when it went down?" Jack queried solemnly. But the younger boy remained silent. The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes, with Jack still holding onto the other boy. Finally he got up and started examining some of the things in the crumpled cabin. He noticed a small leather satchel, crammed between the pilot's seat and the right side door, and he tried to pull it free. The side of the plane was crumpled in a bit, so the satchel was wedged in pretty firmly against it. Finally though, Jack managed to open the leather flap at the top and pry it out enough to loosen the satchel, which he laid it on his lap and looked inside. There was paperwork inside. Maps, charts and the like, including a section of a newspaper. Jack pulled the newspaper section out and folded open the pages. It was a sports page, and at the top there was a date near the header. May 6th, of last year. "Fuckin' a..." Jack breathed aloud, looking back at the wild boy. "Have you been out here for over a year?!" The younger boy only shrugged at him, and Jack continued to look through the other paperwork but failed to discover any further clues there. "Shit..." he breathed, as he looked about. He began to wonder who else had been on the small plane when it went down. And...and what had happened to them. He pawed through the wrecked mess in the cockpit, eventually finding some other papers in a door pocket which appeared to be the plane's registration paperwork. Spreading it out across the darkly stained copilot's seat he scanned the document. The small plane was an older Cessna P210 Centurion, registered to someone named Richard Peterson. Jack looked thoughtful for a moment, then glanced back at the wild boy, and wondered. He put the paperwork down and sidled back between the seats again, squatting there in front of the wild boy. "So, help me out here green eyes... I need you to think back real hard. Is your last name...Peterson?" The boy looked quizzical for a moment, confused. Then he looked Jack in the eyes. "Peterson..." The boy tried the name out loud. "Peterson..." he repeated, and his eyes widened a little as if the name sounded familiar. Jack was thoughtful for a moment, then he reached out and ran his fingers through the boy's hair on the left side, feeling for the mean lump of scar tissue he'd discovered earlier while washing the wild boy's hair. "You got this in the crash didn't you?" Jack guessed aloud. "That's why you can't remember stuff. You've got some kinda' amnesia or something... And maybe that's why you haven't talked much either. It's not that you can't. Maybe being out here all this time alone, after taking a serious blow to the head, maybe you just kinda' forgot how, since there wasn't any need, or even anyone else to talk to..." "I'm just guessing here." Jack said, "But...but it kinda makes sense I guess..." He sighed, then, and feeling compelled, he reached out and hugged the wild boy again, suddenly feeling a rush of empathy and sadness for him. After a few minutes Jack climbed out of the plane, the naked wild boy at his heels. They dropped back down to the ground, and Jack glanced around at some of the widely scattered debris. Curious for more clues, he began moving brush aside, poking at anything he found. Two score yards in front of the plane in a flat area, was a torn section of aluminum from the plane's cowling, which was being held in place by some loose tree roots and other vine-like vegetation. Jack poked at it with a toe, then grabbed onto it trying to turn it over. When the cowling finally moved, Jack's eyes widened at what he saw beneath it. "Ohh shit..." he uttered, stumbling backwards and falling onto his butt . His heart was racing, and a feeling of dread drifted through him. There, almost completely buried in a small mound of soil, which had been covered by the aluminum cowling, were the slightly exposed sections of human skeletal remains. Two of them it appeared. Jack shivered, then struggled to regain his composure. He scrambled back up to his feet and swallowed with some difficulty. Someone, apparently the pilot and probably another passenger from the plane had been buried here quite some time ago. Jack shivered again. He'd never seen an actual skeleton before, and the thought that these were once humans left him feeling a little sick. The wild boy had seen Jack stumble and fall, and he quickly came to his side now, looking quizzically at the older boy. The younger boy turned then, to look at the ground where Jack had been looking, and he too saw the remains. The boy's expression changed dramatically. His face became blank, and his naked frame began shivering. Memories and recollections suddenly flooded through the wild boy. "No.... No, no, no..." He screeched loudly as he backpedaled fearfully from the sight. With wide eyes, the naked boy turned and bolted back through the trees, scrambling up the far hillside like a deer, running away from the wreckage. "Wait...Stop..." Jack called pleadingly, as he tried to run after the frightened boy. But the wild boy was so familiar with theses woods, that he quickly disappeared into the stand of trees, with Jack unable to keep up, or even to keep track of him. He chased blindly for several minutes, calling out after the wild boy; but there was no answer to his yells, and finally Jack dropped to his knees right there. He yelled again, then listened for any sounds; but there were no sounds from the fleeing boy. And all at once Jack was overcome with emotion. He knelt there with tears rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't even imagine what the wild boy was experiencing. But he could certainly guess. After a time he struggled to his feet again, and continued up the ravine, frequently calling out for his young friend. "Swwwttt...." He whistled loudly, hoping the boy might hear him and whistle back, just as he had done when he'd disappeared into the woods by the lake the day before. "Swwwttt..." He whistled again. Nothing... Jack hiked up the hill, looking and calling out for well over an hour, but the task seemed hopeless. The woods were too expansive, and it was getting later in the day. He thought about it for a moment, and decided that the only thing he could do was to hike back down to the cabins. He had no choice now but to tell his parents what had happened. Tell them about the wild boy, and the plane crash. He didn't want to, but he knew it was his only choice. He called out several more times, waited another fifteen minutes, and then slowly started back toward the top of the ravine, and then back down through the woods. Picking up the deer trail by the lake, Jack hurried down it, back towards the cabins. It was getting late now, and he knew that it would be too dark before they could come back up and look for the boy today. But he also knew that if the boy had managed to survive out here in the woods for a year, he would certainly be alright one more night. And taking some comfort in that, Jack hurried back down to the cabins. Finally reaching the bottom, Jack ran down the hard pack dirt road. He could see his parent's Subaru parked near the front of the cabin, and he could already smell the scent of alder wood, burning in the firepit around the back of the cabin. God, his dad just loved that damn firepit... Spilling around the edge of the cabin, he saw his parents sitting on lawn chairs in the clearing. "Dad...Mom..." he called out, then stopped to catch his breath, tears welling in his eyes. "I found the wild boy." Jack stated. "He..." "What wild boy?" His father interrupted. "The wild boy. Remember, I told you that first day up here that I thought I'd seen a...a boy up by the pond." Jack panted. "Yeah, yeah..." his father said, remembering. "A kid. You said you thought you saw a kid. What's this about a him being a, a wild boy?" Over the next few minutes, Jack recounted most of the story. About finding the kid, then going back and searching, then finally making contact with him. He told them about bringing the kid down here to the cabin for the night, and then hiking back up there this morning with him, to try and find out more. He told them about the crashed Cessna and about finding the remains of the small plane's other occupants, and how the boy had panicked then, kind of flipped out. Apparently seeing the remains again, the boy had started to remember what had happened, and then he bolted up through the trees. They talked about it at length, with Jack's mom in a tizzy, while his dad kept quite calm, deciding what they should do. It was obviously too late to hike back up into the hills. And, it was too late to drive back into Glen Haven to report all of this. The general store would already be closed, and with no one else around what would be the point? Jack's dad decided that they would wait till morning. Then, he and Jack would hike back up to the pond and the plane, in hopes of finding the boy. Jack's mom could drive down into Glen Haven where there was phone reception, and report the situation. And in the end, that's all they could do. Jack was correct. The wild boy had apparently been in the woods for nearly a year, and he would certainly be fine spending one more night out there. The weather was warm, with no pending storms; everything would work out alright. They talked about it a lot over a makeshift dinner in the small cabin. Jack was speculating on everything, and showing great concern for...for his friend. He wondered what would happen to the boy. He wondered if the two other people in the Cessna had been his parents, or..? He'd even suggested that the boy could come and live with them. A child's innocent reaction perhaps. Jack went back downstairs and shut himself in his room, trying to distract himself. He lay across his bed and kept looking over at the clock, wanting the time to pass quickly so that it would be morning, and they could go up and find the boy...his boy, again. He hadn't told his parents much about the boy being naked. Nor of course, had he told them the more intimate details, and the fact that he was also physically attracted to the boy. No, perhaps some of that was a conversation for another day, if ever... Eventually Jack got up and went back upstairs where he took a quick shower before deciding to turn in for the night. He returned to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, and closing his door securely behind him, he fished through his duffle bag and pulled out a clean pair of underwear. He started to put them on, but he chanced to glance at himself in the mirror, and he paused thinking about the other boy, as he examined his own naked reflection. What was wrong with being without clothes? The wild boy went around naked, and he seemed to prefer being that way, Jack thought. Wanting to feel more connected to his new friend, Jack tossed his underwear aside onto the chair, and hopped onto his bed, lying there contemplatively on his back. All of Jack's thought's were of the wild boy; his new friend. He thought back to the previous night, how they had been innocently lying there together in this very bed, and how wonderful this had felt. And how...how attracted he was to the other boy. He remembered about how he'd woken up later that night with the naked boy pressed against him, and he remembered feeling so aroused that he had even jerked off while fantasizing about the boy. And strangely, even now Jack had become aroused again thinking back about all of this. He glanced down at his own nakedness, and his youthfully erect boy prong, which was hovering there just above his mostly bare pubic mound. He swallowed, almost surprised to see himself this way. Instinctively he moved his hand down to cup his stiff boyhood in his fingers. His mind wandered to thoughts of the wild boy, and how he wanted to comfort him now. To just hold onto the naked boy and reassure him that everything would be alright. At the same time, Jack needed to make himself feel better as well, and without even thinking about it, he began fondling himself, while sexual thoughts about the lost boy rolled through his mind... Even in troubled times, what pubescent boy can resist such physical temptations. This primal urge; this call of the wild...or, perhaps the call of the wild boy in this case. Jack closed his eyes and swallowed, then licked dry lips as images of the naked wild boy continued to play through his mind. The beautifully sleek, tanned body. His long, flowing brown hair, which framed that thin, almost girlishly cute face. And his eyes... Oh god, those brilliant green, smiling eyes. Jack began to fondle himself for a long while, enjoying the stimulation and the glorious feelings as he fantasized within his own vivid imagination. It was feeling so good just thinking about the boy and just fondling himself like this... Unfortunately he never had the chance to really commit to it, to finish his masturbatory foray. Because as the minutes passed, Jack began to nod off, weary from the long day's events. Somehow sleep had snuck over him before he could finish that youthful boyplay, and he drifted off with his tumescent boyhood still clutched loosely between his fingertips... * * * * In the wee hours, sometime well after midnight, and still sleeping deeply, Jack thought he heard faint sounds. A soft voice perhaps, calling to him from deep within his dreams. He heard it again, and...and perhaps a light tapping sound accompanied it as well. He woke slightly then, caught in that twilight daze between sleep and wakefulness. And the sound came again, but this time he knew instantly that it was real. Jack sat up on the bed and looked through the darkness of his room. The faint sounds came again, and seemed to be coming from the direction of his window. Jack who was still naked, hopped off the bed and approached it with some trepidation. Reaching out, he slowly pushed aside the window curtain, and as he gazed out into the darkness, his eyes opened wide with complete surprise. Outside his window stood the naked wild boy. Jack's heart jumped, and he moved quickly to his bedroom door and flung it open. He ran the few paces to the downstairs door and opened it to the night. His throat tightened with emotion and his eyes watered, so happy was he to see the young boy; his friend. Jack stepped outside and threw his arms around the wild boy, affectionately hugging their naked bodies together for a long moment. He pulled back slightly then, and without thought he leaned forward and kissed the wild boy once, and then again on the lips. He felt both relieved, and then slightly embarrassed in the same instant, and the wild boy smiled at him warmly, a happy tear rolling down his cheek... Jack took the boy by his hand, and drew him quickly inside, and then into his bedroom where he closed the door silently behind them. "God I was so scared..." Jack began. "When you ran off like that... I...I was so worried about you." The wild boy cocked his head, in the same innocently endearing way that he always did. "I'm okay..." the boy spoke out in a soft, but surprisingly clear voice. Jack put his arms around the wild boy again, and this time the other boy returned the warm, almost loving embrace, as they held tightly onto one another. Finally they sat together on the edge of the bed, and Jack reached out and held the wild boy's hand, wanting him to feel safe. They sat there quietly like that, shoulder to shoulder for some time. Jack was filled with relief, and so many, many questions, but... Most of those questions could wait till later. Right now he just wanted to comfort and be with this boy. He scooted back onto the bed then, drawing the other boy with him, and they lay there on their sides facing one another. "Its all gonna' be alright now Green Eyes..." Jack offered soothingly, gently stroking the wild boy's bare arm. The boy giggled. "I...I like that... You call me Green Eyes..." The wild boy repeated, speaking quite softly now. Then he continued softly. "My...my name is...is Erik, I think...yes, Erik." the boy replied haltingly, surprising Jack. "You're remembering things now, aren't you?" Jack grinned, and the wild boy, Erik, smiled back at him and nodded. Jack beamed at him suddenly feeling very happy, and once again, almost instinctively he leaned forward and kissed the long haired boy. "God I'm so sorry." Jack stated, drawing back and coloring with embarrassment. "I don't know why I keep doing that... There's just...just something about you that... Well, I just really like you, and I was so worried about you..." "I like you too..." The wild boy offered, and this time he was the one to lean closer and offer a sweet and gentle kiss, followed by a soft dimpled smile. "We should sleep now..." He suggested with a heavy yawn. He squirmed around onto his other side to get comfortable, and then he sidled backward, pressing himself firmly against Jack's warm, naked body. He'd been on his own; alone for a year, with no human contact or touch, and this felt very, very nice. Jack happily spooned into him, putting his arm around the wild boy's chest, holding him closely there, with their warm bodies lovingly in touch from chest to toe. In the darkness the wild boy yawned, and smiled tiredly to himself; he could feel the warmth and firmness of Jack's stiff penis, snuggly pressing against his bare bottom as he fell asleep; and this too felt very, very nice... ~~end of chapter three~~ 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.