Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2019 08:48:37 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Crazy? Maybe by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Crazy? Maybe. I had taken the assignment because I wanted to get away from everything and everybody. My third marriage had gone down the toilet, and I was feeling pretty disgusted with life in general. It was a simple job. Just keep an eye on the dials that control the oil rig and pumps. If the shit hit the fan, hit the panic button. Of course being in the far north of Alaska, the likelihood of being rescued if something terrible happened, was about the same as a snowball's chance in hell. But at this point, I didn't care. If I die, I die. Winter here lasts about a lifetime. My tour was six months. At the end, I would have to take six months leave. If I wanted to sign up again after that, it was another six months. They say some people go crazy out here by themselves. They said the last guy out here ended up in a mental ward. That's why there is a mandatory six months between tours. I would receive weekly supply drops by helicopter, and if an emergency arose, I could get a lift out. I had music and dvds to entertain me. Everything was automated, so the job was easy. The pay was double what I earned in a year on the rig in the Gulf of Mexico, so who was I to complain. But the constant thumping of the pumps and the loneliness can get to you. It was when I had gone out to get the fourth weekly supply drop, and was dragging the crate over the snow covered ground, that I heard something. It was faint, but I distinctly heard something. Peering across the vast white landscape, I saw a dark object in the near distance. I rushed toward it, and as I approached, I saw movement. An arm, waving at me. "What the hell?" I muttered to myself. Talking to myself had gotten to be a habit over the last four weeks. I rushed to the prone person and picked it up easily. It seemed to weigh hardly an ounce, as I carried the near lifeless body into the station. Once inside, I discovered it was just a boy. His clothes and parka looked ancient and were wet from the snow, so I removed them and placed him near the heat vent. I grabbed a blanket to throw over him, but not before getting a glimpse of his body. I had never seen anyone as blond as this kid. Almost white hair, pale skin, not a freckle or mole to be seen. He even had a few white blond hairs at the base of a nice size dick for his age. He couldn't be more than thirteen. He seemed to be breathing alright, so I wrapped the blanket around him and went to retrieve the crate. It must have been the aroma of hot soup that woke him finally. I dipped up another bowl, and set it on the table across from me. He stumbled toward the table, bringing the blanket with him. When he sat down, he glanced down inside the blanket, then gave me a surprised look. "I'm..." "Your clothes were soaked so I took them off." "Yeah I see that. But I'm a..." "You're naked because you didn't bring a change of clothes. What the hell are you doing out here?" "I got lost," he answered. "Lost? You're five hundred miles from nowhere. I'll say you're a bit lost." "Yeah." He opened the blanket and looked at his lap. "I have a..." "It's called a cock. We all have one. What's your name kid?" "Ande." (He pronounced it On-duh) "How do you spell that?" "A-N-D-E... Ande Gars Ducha," he said still staring at his lap. "What kind of name is that?" I asked. "Ande is Swedish. Gars is Latvian. And Ducha is Polish." He picked up his cock and examined it. "Your dick ain't going anywhere. Eat your soup." Suddenly he realized he was starving. It's like the soup just disappeared. "How long has it been since you had anything to eat?" "A long time, I think." "Mind if I just cally you Andy?" "Call me what you wish." "Well, Andy. It looks like you're stuck here until the next supply drop in about a week. So, make yourself at home." He followed me around the station as I made notes on all the dial readings. Then I put on some music. "Can you play 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'? I like that song," Andy asked. "That's kind of a old song for a young kid to like. And it's sad too," I said but played it anyway. "Somehow it appeals to me," he replied. He listened to the song and I noticed a tear in his eye, as he nodded his head in time to the music. "How about 'My Heart Will Go On'?" "Do you mean the theme song from Titanic?" I asked. "Yes that's the one." I found it and played it for him. Again there was a tear in his eye as he listened. "One more please?" "What?" "Righteous Brothers Unchained Melody." "I haven't heard that since the movie Ghost came out, but I've always liked it." I put the song on, and went to wash the dishes. I was somewhat startled when suddenly his hands came around from behind me, and lightly lay on mine, following my movement with the dishes. It was just like the scene in the movie Ghost when Demi Moore was working with the clay, and Patrick Swayze comes up behind her, and 'Unchained Melody'plays in the background. I don't know why I didn't protest. Maybe I felt sorry for him. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with a stranger, half dead from cold and starvation. Besides, I also liked it. I mean, in a strange sort of way, it seemed right. I half expected Andy to nuzzle my neck, but not really. I'm not his girlfriend or anything. I'm a total stranger. When the song ended, I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I turned to face him, and instantly noticed he had dropped the blanket. He was behind me, naked and erect. "Uh... um, you lost your blanket." "Yes. I did. I'm warm now." I looked down at his body. He was more than warm. He was fucking HOT. His cock stood up against his belly about five inches [12 cm] long. His pubes were so light I could hardly see them at all. It was as if he had none, which made his dick look out of place on an even younger boy. "Do you approve?" he asked. "Uh... Approve of what?" "My body. Do you find it appealing?" "Well... Um, it's a nice body for sure." Jesus! What would the guys from the oil rig think if they'd heard me say that? "I'm glad you like it," he said and returned to pick up the blanket. Christ Almighty! The back was even better than the front. Not a blemish on him, and that perfect bubble butt you'd like to see between your hands as you plow into it. I realized he was just standing there, and glanced up. He was looking over his shoulder at me. "It itches. You can have it." "I can?" That's when I saw he was holding the blanket out. "Yes, the blankets are kinda itchy. They're better if you have a sheet between you and them." "Then I look forward to getting between the sheets," he said dropping the blanket again. "Speaking of between the sheets, uh... there are four bunks, but only one has a mattress right now. The others are in storage." During the summer which lasts only about a minute in these parts, the station hosts a four man crew to do maintenance etc. "That's okay. I don't mind," Andy offered. "Don't mind what?" "Sleeping with you. I know you wouldn't want me to sleep on the floor. Right?" "Uh... um... yeah. I guess that would work." I said trying not to look at his crotch. There was a long eerie silence before Andy made his way to the light switch. The station became dark, except for the lights on the control panel, and emergency exit. "Would you prefer the front or the back?" "I... What?" "The bunk is not very big. We'll have to sleep spoon fashion. Would you prefer to be the back spoon, or the front spoon?" "Well... Before my wife left, I was the back spoon." He gave me a sort of questioning look, then nodded and climb onto the bunk. As I started to lay behind him he asked, "Are you going to sleep in your clothes?" He was right. The one piece uniform would not be very comfortable to sleep in. I removed it and my long johns, and crawled in behind him. I tried to keep a bit of distance between us, but he slid back toward me, tugging my arm around to his chest. I started to pull away, when he said, "Mmm. Now I feel safe." The poor kid was just looking for some comfort. Probably scared to death lost in the snow and all. That would explain his actions, but what about the reaction between my legs. I was hard and throbbing. He had to notice, I'm not at all small there. "I'm sorry. It's been awhile since I've slept with someone," I said making excuses for my errant cock. "That's okay. It's been too wet and cold for me to do anything either." To illustrate, he pushed my hand down to his own erection. My automatic reflex was to wrap my fingers around it. I had never held any other dick than my own, and certainly not a boy's, but this didn't disgust me in the least. He moved his butt around until my cock was laying along his crack. "Mmm. That's better now, isn't it." I couldn't respond. I was feeling things I'd never felt before. A closeness I'd never had even with my wife. Any of my wives for that matter. I don't know what it was, I had only first seen this boy a few hours earlier, and he wasn't even conscious at the time. Yet there I lay, with my hand gripping his dick, and mine in his buttcrack, and I was nearly euphoric. "You feel it too, don't you?" he asked. I wasn't sure if he was talking about his dick or his butt. "Uh...?" "The connection. We're supposed to be here like this." "But, you're a boy." "Surprising isn't it. Sometimes we're not even aware of what we need. But we usually know what we want," he said cryptically. "I guess," I replied. He leaned forward and moved about. Then asked, "What do you want right now?" I didn't answer. "No one is here. No one will know. You saved me. I won't tell." "I... I want..." His hand came over his shoulder to me, holding a bottle of lube. He must have found it in the drawer beside him. "Perhaps this will ease your mind, as well as your body." Was he saying it was alright? Did he want it too? Why else would he offer me lube? It didn't take me a minute to get lubed and lined up. "Just hold me as you do it," he whispered to me as he pushed back. I wrapped my arms around him, and eased in. He moaned, and whispered encouragements, as I possessed him completely. Once I picked up the pace, taking long deep strokes, he responded more passionately than any woman I'd ever been with. I stroked his dick as I stroked in and out of him. We reached our peak together. I squirted inside him, and he, on my hand, perfectly timed. "I knew it would be this way," he said as we drifted off to sleep. *** There was no embarrassment the next day as we listened to music and I did my tasks, in spite of neither of us being dressed. We talked and seemed completely in unison about most everything. I told him of my failed marriages, and hiding from the world in this wasteland. He understood me, offering only encouragement again. When it was time for bed I said, "Perhaps you'd like to be the back spoon tonight." He turned off the lights as I lay down. He must have lubed up before spooning behind me, as I felt him at my entrance immediately. I was surprised at how little discomfort I suffered as he made entry. And even more surprised at how he filled me. His teen dick seemed to take the perfect proportions to give me ultimate pleasure. Again we finished simultaneously. The next time we dressed, was when I heard the chopper coming. We ran out, and I waved to the pilot to get him to land. He merely waved back and smiled, even though Andy was right beside me. He must have assumed, rightly so, that I had acquired a bunkmate. There had been gossip for a long time about what went on between the two and even four men assignments. So he probably wasn't the least bit surprised. I was both worried and relieved that Andy didn't get on that chopper. This was not the best place for a young kid to be, but I was glad to have the company. The next supply drop came, and I didn't bother to even dress, much less go out to flag him down. Andy only smiled in understanding. *** At the end of my six month assignment, The chopper landed with the first two of my replacements. Two more would follow soon. We unloaded the chopper, all the while I waited for Andy to come out to board. I carried in the first load of supplies, only to find the station empty. I was hurt and disappointed. We had discussed him coming back home with me. Instead, he chose to wander across Alaska alone. I climbed into the chopper beside the pilot. The word 'JAFO' written across his helmet. I had noticed it when he brought me out, and assumed it was his name. "Take me home Jafo." He laughed and said, "That's not my name. It's an acronym for 'Just Another Fucking Observer'. And speaking of observations, winters must be tough out here. You have the same look on your face as the last three guys who had this assignment." "What does that mean?" "Well, none of the others have ever been reassigned here. The last guy's still in the nut farm back in Houston. His nickname used be 'Rig Rider', now they call him 'Ghost Rider'." "Well, it is pretty rough being alone out here." I saw no reason to tell him I wasn't alone the whole time. When I got back to Houston I checked into a motel. I had put all my stuff in storage after my marriage circled the drain, so I only needed a place to sleep. I could stay with my dad, but he likes his privacy and so do I. My pickup truck was at my dad's house too, so I got it after I checked on Dad. Then to corporate headquarters. I managed to weed a little information about 'Rig Rider' from one of the secretaries, and decided to pay him a visit. I wouldn't exactly describe it as a padded cell, but it wasn't a five star hotel either. Let's just say he was in a single room with sparse furnishings. His name was Virgil. And Virgil was quite adamant about having spent the winter with a woman. "Just between you and me, if it hadn't been for her, I'd have gone crazy out there." I didn't point out that he was in a mental facility, a minor flaw to his line of thinking. He described her as 'angelic'. Young and beautiful, and (wink wink) hell in bed. "She said her name was Duh Geist. As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to Europe to find her." "You think she's in Europe?" I asked. "Well, she said her first name was Slovenian, and last name was German. It's as good a place as any to start looking." I tried talking to the two previous winter survivors, neither of which was very forthcoming with information. One pretended I had the wrong number, then whispered hoarsely "Dude, I can't talk about that. My wife is here." There was obviously something afoul, and I needed to find out what. Andy didn't have a European accent except when he pronounced his name, so I didn't think Europe was the place to start. He said he had gotten lost when I plucked him from the snow. Lost from where? It really is in the middle of nowhere. Not even a road within fifty miles. So I hit the internet. Combing through anything and anybody even close to the name Ducha in Alaska. I even checked FaceBook, something I steer clear of normally. *** Three months into my furlough, I asked to be reassigned to the station. No one had done that, so I had to pass physical and even mental tests before they agreed to place me there again. 'JAFO' was surprised to see me and chatted like old friends the entire trip. He picked up the departing crew and dropped me off. I was waiting for the knock at the door. I opened it and Andy jumped into my arms. "I knew you would come back for me." "I wouldn't have come back to this hell hole for any other reason. Six months is a lifetime out here, but it was an eternity without you back home." "You never have to worry about that again. I can go with you when your tour is over, since you came back for me." I didn't pretend to know what he was talking about. Didn't care really. All I knew was that when I left that time, it was for the last time. He was coming home with me. They say you can find out anything on the net. The one important thing I learned was that Ande, Gars, Ducha, and even Duh, and Geist are all European words that mean the same thing. Spirit. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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