Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2018 13:25:08 -0500 From: jayjonsmith547 Subject: Jack's Sanctuary - Part 2 - Jack meets Will This is completely fictional, and makes no reference to any particular person. Do not read this story if you are offended by erotic gay fiction, or if it is illegal to do so. Comments are welcome if you desire. If you haven't already, donate to Nifty. If you have, thank you, and do it again if you can. Part 2 - Jack meets Will. Jack had spent several days lounging around his house, feeling way too anxious to make the walk up to his special spot. He had been awake late into to evenings, playing video games, then sleeping in most of the day to keep his mind on anything other than the way he felt surrounded by nature in his sanctuary. As days passed, the frightened feelings started to diminish, and curiosity snuck in. He wondered, who was this guy on the dirt bike? Was he the one who found his wet shirt, and worn out hoodie on the rock? Did this guy take the time to cross the field, and place these items so neatly under the tree where Jack had been spending so much time? He could not help but to feel like maybe he had been watched while he was enjoying his time there. Thinking about everything he had done, he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed with a slight chub, wondering if this man had watched everything he would do under that tree. Jack decided the next morning, to get up early and trek back to the spot he had become so comfortable with. It was mid morning as he made his way up the hill to the line of trees, where he could feel his heart thumping a little harder in his chest. Once through the tree line to the clearing, he stopped, took a deep breath looking around. A sense of peace fell over him, and he slowly walked across the thick dew filled grass towards his favorite tree. Instead of venturing straight through the middle like usual, this time he hung close to the tree line this time. He stopped about 10 feet away from the tree and looked around. His mind was playing tricks on him, for a few fleeting moments he thought he heard the engine from that dirt bike, or voices in the distance, or even footsteps. He figured it was all in his head, so he slowly approached the tree. He looked towards the ground and knew without a fact, that his sanctuary had indeed been violated. On the ground, there were several tracks. He could make out 2 different shoe patterns, and could see tire marks from a dirt bike leading to, and away from the tree. Jack sat down anyway enjoying the solitude, not knowing if he would dare make another trip back. As he left his house that morning, his thought was not to spend very much time hanging around the clearing. He didn't grab his backpack or any extra belongings. So he lay under the tree with just the clothes on his back, listening to the gentle breeze blowing through the treetops, and watching the low clouds slowly float through the sky. After several minutes, Jack turned his attention to the hand he had unconsciously moved down under the waistband of his gym shorts. He slowly started fiddling with his semi erect boyhood, which almost instantly sprang to full attention. Jack wrapped his fingers around the shaft and slowly started to stroke himself. Once he reached a comfortable rhythm, he used his free hand to drop his shorts and boxer briefs, using his balls to anchor them out of the way. As the feelings built up inside of his body, he stared to breath faster giving into the feelings of his orgasm. He slowed his rhythm slightly, closed his eyes and held his breath. The first spurt of semen flew from the tip of his erection, landing on his navy blue shirt just below the bright blue Adidas logo. Two more thin strands followed, landing next to the first. His body shook as he took a deep gasp of air into his lungs. He laid on the ground catching his breath, then wiped his hand clean onto the side of his shirt. As he stood, the waistbands freed from his balls and snapped back up into place just below his belly button. Jack took what he figured would be a final look around, taking in the sights and smells he had come to love. Walking his usual path back towards his house, he cleared the trees and was about to crest the top of the small hill that blocked the view to city below. Suddenly he froze in his tracks, hearing the familiar sounds of the dirt bike somewhere in front of him. He looked back with the urge to run into the trees, but realized he was far enough away that he would still be spotted if he ran. As the sound closed in on him, Jack knew he was about to meet up with someone, and hoped it was not the man he previously seen snooping around. The dirt bike topped the hill and he knew it was the same blue and white bike he had seen the previous week, with the same person. The bike slowed, pulled up beside Jack and stopped. As much as he tried to run, he just couldn't get his legs to move. The rider glanced at Jack, but was wearing a helmet with a face guard and dark goggles so his face was completely obstructed. He shut off the bikes engine and began to dismount. In a nervous reaction, Jack raised his had and sheepishly waved to the figure towering, in front of him. While the man was undoing the strap on his helmet, Jack took the opportunity to look him over. He noticed the man was tall, guessing around 6'3", and looked to have an athletic toned figure. He was wearing a multicolored motocross jersey with a white fox head printed across the front. He also had on dark forest green gym shorts, where Jack could make out an obvious bulge. Jack noticed that the man's sneakers were old and worn, and had a small hole forming on the top of the left one, he assumed that was where the man would shift gears on the bike. Jack's heart was beating so loud he was sure the man was standing next close enough that hear it for himself. As he pulled the helmet over his head, Jack noticed shaggy brown wavy hair, and knew this was the same person he had seen across the field days before. When he turned around, Jack felt some sense of relief as he looked at the man's face to see a big ear to ear smile. The man introduced himself as Will, and then held out his hand in front of Jack. They shook hands introducing each other, and shared basic personal information. Will seemed very friendly as he talked with Jack. He shared that his dad bought him a dirt bike when he was 16, and he had been riding around up in the trees for about 9 years, yet Jack was the first person he ever came across. Jack told him how he had always lived downtown, recently moved, and how the clearing had become his favorite place to pass time. Jack felt it was very easy to talk to Will, and he started asking questions about the dirt bike. Will told Jack that it wasn't really hard to ride, but that he was a little small for the dirt bike he was currently riding. He told Jack that he still had his first dirt bike back in his garage and suggested that maybe Jack would fit better on that smaller bike. He invited Jack to ride with him, telling him that he would be more than happy to teach him how to ride. They agreed to meet the next morning at Will's garage. Jack returned home extremely relieved that things had gone so well, and even more excited that he was still going to be able to spend time under his tree at the clearing. He wondered if maybe his new 25 year old friend Will, would want to hang out with him sometimes. When he walked through the door, he ran right into his bathroom to relieve himself. He pulled down his shorts, grabbed onto his sticky boyhood, and aimed his piss stream into the toilet. Perfect aim, he thought as the stream hit the sides of the bowl, then splattered onto the wall and floor. When he walked over to the small sink, washing his hands he looked into the mirror and noticed that he had obvious cum stains on the front of his shirt. He worried that Will had noticed, but he never said anything. In his room, he took off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor next to his hamper. He laid down on his bed heavily thinking about Will. Jack had known for some time that he had feelings for other boys, but he had no experience whatsoever. He had never before thought about older guys and had those feelings, but with Will it was different. He thought he was crazy for having these feelings for someone who would obviously never have feelings for him. Jack thought about his older cousin who was 26, who during family holidays would pay little to no attention to Jack or any of the other younger cousins except to steal the video game remotes and take over. However, Will had just spent more time talking to him that his cousin ever had. Jack fell asleep early so he get rest before going to meet with Will the following day. Jack woke up early the next morning, jumped in the shower and then spent some time fixing his hair and finding something to wear. Will had told him to wear jeans, so he put on a pair of grey Levi's. He went to his closet and slipped on a heather grey long sleeve shirt with yellow stripes running horizontally. He stood in front of his mirror and laughed because he felt like he was preparing to go on a date. He went down to the kitchen to get something to eat, grabbing his iPad on the way out of his room. Walking down the stairs he inputted the address Will had given him, into his map app. His mother startled him when he walked into the kitchen, because he figured she had already left for work. She almost immediately inquired as to why he was so clean and dressed up. She was used to seeing him in his typical tshirt or hoodie, and gym shorts, so she knew something was up. He told her that he had met a friend who lived a few blocks away, and was invited to hang out. Failing to share with her, his new friends age, or the fact that they were meeting to go ride dirt bikes up in the trees. He had never before given his mom a reason not to trust him, so she didn't ask very many questions. Once his mom left, Jack looked at the map to realize Will lived close, however his house was on the opposite side of the subdivision from his. The app showed it would take 14 minutes walking time to get there. He sat on the couch, put on his shoes, and gulped down an energy drink. They had agreed to meet at 8am, and it was only 7:28am, but Jack was excited and figured walking slow was better than sitting around. When Jack arrived at the address he was given, the garage door was open and he could see there were several dirt bikes, along with two very large 4wheel ATVs. The garage was very neat with hardly anything out of place. As he walked up the driveway, Will strolled through a side door into the garage. He greeted Jack with that same warm ear to ear grin he gave him the day before when they met on the hill. Will seemed to be in a hurry to leave, but wanted to make sure Jack had on the right equipment before the left. He gave him a helmet and goggles, and spent some time adjusting a chest protector to fit correctly over Jack. They went up into the hills and rode the bikes for several hours before the rain started to fall. When they got back to Will's garage, Jack noticed for the first time that he was covered nearly head to toe with a thin coating of mud. They rinsed the bikes off in the grass, then parked them in the garage. Once they removed all their safety equipment, it was all placed neatly back where it belonged. Will looked at Jack making a comment about how he had only seen Jack for two days, but both days his clothes were covered with something. Jack knew exactly what he meant and turned beet red. Will could sense his embarrassment, so he walked over him and rubbed the top of his head to mess up Jack's hair in hopes of reliving some of the awkwardness of the comment. Will suggested they go into the house and grab something to drink. Jack followed Will, upon entering he noticed the finishing's in the house were much nicer than his. It was also very clean and tidy like the garage, with a faint aroma of leather and wood. They paused in the kitchen where Will handed Jack a bottle of Coke and a bag of Doritos. The two then walked through the dining area into a small hallway into the first bedroom. Jack knew right away this was Will's room. It was the first untidy place in the home. There were several clothing items on the floor, the bed was unmade, and numerous items were tossed around. There were several different motocross and Yamaha dirt bike posters hanging on the walls, and a shelf with several different metals and trophies dedicated to dirt biking. Will grabbed a remote pushing on a button, and a television began to slowly rise from the back of the dresser. Will told Jack to have a seat on one of the two chairs in the room. Jack was hesitant because he knew that he was covered with mud, and didn't want to soil the chair. Will looked over at him, and half joking told him that if he was that worried about getting things dirty, he could just take his clothes off. Jack again blushed, and took a seat on the chair not knowing how serious Will's comment was. Will sat in the chair next to him, handed Jack an Xbox 1 controller and the two spent the next hour playing video games. Will explained that he needed to get ready because he met with his dad for dinner every Friday. Before Jack left, they made arrangements for the two of them to meet up again Monday morning at 9am. Jack had assumed that Will lived on his own, but realized on his way out of the house that Will must still live in the same house as his father. Jack for the most part, spent the rest of the weekend in his room. He was thinking about Will, the fun they had, and just how serious Will was when he told him to take off his clothes. Jack couldn't wait until the weekend was over, and was counting down the hours until Monday morning.