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This series tells of the ongoing adventures of a man, possibly the only one remaining in the world, and the young boy he takes under his wing as they travel through a world where the majority of the human race has been wiped out be a plague.  The disease's lethality was linked to sexual maturity killing the adults and leaving the earth's children to fend for themselves.

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The Patriarch - Chapter 8

Day 154

I woke up to the sound of soft moaning.  I looked over and there was Wade on his knees with his ass up.  His arms were crossed on the ground with his head resting on them turned sideways toward me.  His eyes were closed and there was a happy smile on his face.  Aaron was over top of Wade with his hands down on either side of him and his cock buried deeply into the boy.  Aaron's eyes were closed too and he was smiling as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of Wade's snug hole.  The two seemed to be completely lost in the sensations they were experiencing.  Aaron never seemed to get tired of fucking Wade and Wade sure as hell loved having it done to him.  The two were almost inseparable once they'd gotten started back on that first night.  They were both so young and so full of energy.  They could fuck all day long if I would let them.

It was such a fantastic sight I decided not to get involved yet and just quietly watch them and see the look on Aaron's face as he busted a nut into Wade.  Aaron was so fucking beautiful I doubt I could ever get tired of watching this.  His thighs and calves were muscular and his triceps were bulging as they bore his weight with his arms locked on either side of Wade.  His pectorals were thick and shaped so well and even the muscles on his upper back bulged while he held himself in position and held his head up.  His waist was slender and his butt was a big muscular bubble.  The contrast between the big stocky powerful boy thrusting himself into the small boy beneath was breathtaking.  I started working my own cock as I watched Aaron's shapely ass slowly going up and down and his big balls bumped against Wade's small ones.

Aaron had amazing self control.  He'd shown it even that first night when he had to have been without sexual contact for months and he'd kept telling me to slow down or stop so he wouldn't cum yet.  He seemed to love peaking and he was good at it.  I could tell he was getting close to cumming and his thrusts would get quicker and harder and Wade would start bouncing from the force and then suddenly Aaron would slow down and stop and just hold himself still inside Wade to bring himself back down.  After a while he'd slowly start humping at the boy again.  I watched in awe at how Aaron was able to hold himself back so well.  He was going to have a mind blowing orgasm after that much torture.

This went on for at least fifteen more minutes before Aaron finally gave in and groaned "Fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard..." and he started pumping deeper and faster.

Wade started moaning at the extra sensation and Aaron brought his hands up off the ground and grabbed Wade's hips and started fucking him really hard.

"Awww, fuuuuck!" he moaned loudly as his head went back and he started bucking against Wade.

I saw his body tense and hold for the briefest moment then he grunted and shot his load deep into the boy and then he bucked again and again.  I could see his muscles spasming from the force of his orgasm and he just kept grunting and groaning.  His body was almost going into convulsions.  Finally he started to slow down and slowed his humping to a stop.  He then put his hands back down on either side of Wade and pushed his cock all the way back in and held it there to let all of his cum leak out into Wade's ass while wearing a huge smile of contentment.

"I love fucking you so much baby.  I could do it all day," Aaron moaned.

Wade just held still with a big smile on his face and his stiff little cock pointing down at the ground.  He was such a beautiful boy I ached to truly make love to him.  He had gotten so much practice being fucked over the last several days I came to the decision that he must be ready for me by now.  He'd been worked by Aaron for at least twenty minutes and he was completely relaxed and into it and happy.  I decided I just couldn't wait any longer and wondered why I'd waited so long.

I moved over to them and gave Wade a kiss on the forehead.  He opened his eyes and grinned at me.

"May I fuck you now Wade?  I love you so much I don't think I can wait anymore," I told him.

"Yes!  Yeah!  Do it!" he said, grinning.

Aaron smiled and pulled out of Wade.  He went around and went to lie on his back and slipped his crotch under Wade's face to let Wade suck his cock and start getting it worked up and ready again while I went and got the biggest dildo we had and lubed it up.  It was not quite as big as my own cock but fairly close and it was a good size up from Aaron's cock.  It should be easy enough for Wade to take after being worked and relaxed so well by Aaron.  If he could take this dildo then he could take my cock comfortably.

Wade slurped Aaron's cock in to his mouth and began sucking it gently.  I came up behind him and put the dildo to his relaxed anus and lightly pushed.  It popped right in.  I waited to see if Wade would complain but he was fine.  I slowly pushed the length of it in and Wade moaned softly but again did not complain.  I worked it in and out for a while and Aaron watched with a big smile on his face.  He knew how much I was going to enjoy this as he'd done it himself so many times already.  I smiled back at him.

Wade was so relaxed already it seemed pointless to work him any longer.  I pulled the dildo out and asked Wade if he was ready and he pulled his mouth off Aaron's cock.

"Wait," he said, "I want to see you when you fuck me, OK?"

"Sure buddy," I said and I waited as he rolled over onto his back to get into position.

I moved in and put my hands under his knees and lifted his legs up.  I pushed forward a bit to bring his ass up.  I worked my knees forward and then lined myself up and pressed my cock head against his anus.  He was well lubed and I only had to push a little and he knew enough to relax and push outward.  With just a little force my cock head popped into him and at long last I was finally inside him.  I loved this boy more than my own life and for the first time ever I would get to have him in the best way possible.  I moaned at the sensation of his anus clamping onto the end of my cock and I slowly pushed myself further in to his silky smooth, warm and snug tunnel.

Wade closed his eyes and arched his back slightly and moaned loudly and I stopped for a moment worried that I might be hurting him.  He opened his eyes again and smiled at me.

"It feels really good.  Please don't stop," he said.

I smiled back at him and slowly pushed in the rest of the way until my hips bumped up against his ass cheeks.  I was in to the root and it felt incredible.  Wade was still smiling so I carefully pulled back and once again his eyes closed and his back slightly arched and his head turned sideways as he moaned once again.  The sensation of having something big pulled out of your ass is fantastic and he was enjoying it to the fullest.  The back edge of my cock head peeked out of his anus so I stopped and pushed back in.

It felt so amazingly snug and warm and it was Wade I was fucking and my body seemed to know it was finally getting what it wanted for so long and there was no way I was going to last very long at all.  I tried to keep a slower rhythm so I could enjoy it for as long as possible and started to moan as the sensation and the idea of what I was doing and who I was doing it with started to send waves of electricity right through to my toes.

Wade's hand shot to his little cock and started to work it fast and he moaned, "It feels so good.  Fuck me harder Jake."

He was so into this it was obvious he was going to cum pretty quickly and I tried hard to resist doing as he'd asked me.  I really wanted to enjoy this a bit longer and I felt like I was going to blow if I moved even just a bit faster or harder.

Aaron saw what the issue was and he came around to the side and took Wade's hand off his cock and put his own on instead and just held it still for a moment.

Aaron watched as my thick cock pulled out of Wade and plunged back in again and he started to work Wade's cock very slowly.  He worked the speed up trying to match my slow rhythm and also trying not to bring Wade off too quick.

Wade kept trying to go back to his own cock because he seemed to think Aaron wasn't working it hard enough.  Aaron would just push Wade's hand away and stop and hold his cock for a bit to bring Wade back down again just a bit before he started to work it again.  He was trying to teach Wade the thrill of peaking by building up towards the orgasm and then pulling back just in time.  If you do that enough times the orgasm is supposedly mind blowing when you finally can't stop it from taking you over.  It takes serious will power to do that and I wasn't sure if Wade would be able to do it yet.  I wasn't sure if I could either but I decided to give it a try anyhow.

That sort of self control is something I was never able to achieve very well before but maybe I just hadn't tried hard enough.  Generally when my body wants to cum I just let go and ride with it.  Watching Aaron enjoy his incredibly intense orgasms makes me think it might be worth practicing it a bit.  It's surprising given my age and experience but I might be able to learn a thing or two from Aaron.  The boy seems to have a natural gift for getting the most out of his body.

I began to pump ever so slightly faster and harder at Wade and just the thought that I was finally balls deep into my sweet boy and was finally going to blow my load inside him was causing my orgasm to boil up fast and hard.  I was almost at the point of cumming and I slowed and stopped and pressed into Wade deep and hard and held very still.  Aaron saw me stop and stopped working Wade's cock too and held his hand firmly on it.

My orgasm was just at the edge of blowing and it held there precariously for a few seconds wobbling like it was about to go over and finally started to fade back.  That was a bit too close.  I had to wait a while longer before I started moving again and I very slowly pulled back out and pushed back in and started to build the rhythm back again.

Aaron smiled at me and nodded and he started working Wade's cock again.

My cock felt even more sensitive.  Almost like it does just after an orgasm but not quite so touchy and the sensation was amazing.  I saw Wade begin to buck a bit and moan harder as Aaron worked his cock a bit faster then Aaron slowed down and stopped again to force Wade to come back down.  I felt Wade's anus spasm a couple of times but then it went quiet again.  Aaron was playing him like a fiddle.  Wade was going to have the best orgasm of his young life.

My own orgasm started to rapidly build up again and I stopped a bit sooner this time.  I came too close the last time and I wanted to see how many times I could do this.  It didn't help much to stop earlier as this time even after I stopped and held still inside of Wade I felt the orgasm continue to build up some more moving precariously up toward the peak before it finally leveled off and started to fade once more.  This was not a good time to be trying this.  I was finally doing what I'd been dreaming about since the first time I'd seen Wade naked and was struck by how beautiful he is.  I love the boy so much my whole body craves him and I was finally getting to be intimate with him in my favorite way.  I didn't think I'd be able to hold back the orgasm even once more.  I was just too into this and I would have to try the technique some other time.  I just wanted to fuck Wade right now.

I smiled and shook my head at Aaron and he smiled back.  He knew I was telling him I couldn't hold out any longer.

He started to work Wade's cock really fast as I started to hump faster and faster.  I pulled Wade's thighs tighter against me so his ankles went right up to either side of my head and I started to go as deep into him as I could as I moaned my pleasure.

Wade started to squirm and moan too.  Aaron took his hand off Wade's cock and moved his face in and sucked the boy's cock down to the root.  He sucked as hard as he could and started working his mouth up and down on Wade's cock fast.  Aaron moved one hand in to tickle Wade's little nuts and he reached around behind me and started to caress my balls as they banged into Wade's ass and then came free again.  The extra sensation drove me right to the edge.

I stared down dreamily through half closed eyes and watched Aaron greedily sucking Wade's little cock, and I saw Wade looking down with a glazed look at Aaron's head bobbing up and down on his cock and then up at my face as I plunged my cock as deep as it would go into him repeatedly.  Then I saw a single tear slip down the side of his face as he smiled and closed his eyes.  He arched his back a bit while turning his head to the side and started to really moan loudly.

Suddenly I felt Wade tense up underneath me and he shouted, "Oh, shit!"

His anus clamped down hard on my cock and then started pulsing as he reached his mind blowing orgasm and shot into Aaron's mouth.

The sight of my sweet boy get pummeled by his orgasm and the sensation of his tight little anus clamping down hard on my cock pushed me the rest of the way and my own orgasm crashed into me.  It was less like an abyss I was falling into and more like a powerfully swirling vortex pulling me in hard and fast.  I actually felt like I was going to black out from the power of it.  I bucked against Wade and I felt the cum rush up my shaft and my cock head swelled as a thick stream of cum exploded out the slit and shot deep into Wade.  I grunted loudly and bucked again and shot another jet into him.  It felt like my balls were coming up so tight against me they would vanish into my body as they squeezed every bit of semen they could out into my beautiful boy.

Even as it seemed the orgasm should be coming down it suddenly built up even higher than before and another wave crashed into me and lifted me up and dropped me and I bucked hard again.  My vision seemed to become a tunnel and I could hear my own blood rushing through my head to the rhythm of my pounding heart.  It was like I was losing consciousness from the force of it as another shot of cum gushed out.  I had never experienced an orgasm this strong before and I almost fell over as I felt myself losing control of my body.  Again and again I moaned and bucked against Wade's ass and shot more of my seed into him.  Finally the sensation began to subside and my vision and hearing came back as though I'd been pulled back from the brink and my eyes opened and there smiling up at me was Wade.

He had tears at the edges of his eyes and I could feel tears welling up in my own.  I was so powerfully in love with him I didn't know how to handle the emotions.  Aaron got out of the way and I gently pulled out of Wade and let his legs down and moved to his side and pulled him over onto me as I rolled onto my back.  He planted his mouth on mine and kissed me long and deep.

Then he nuzzled my neck as he likes to do and said, "That was so great.  I loved it!"

"Me too, I love you so much Wade I've never wanted anyone so badly before.  I almost passed out it was such a powerful experience.  Thank you," I said.

He hugged me tighter.

"I feel like the luckiest boy in the world.  I don't think anyone could be as happy as me.  Whatever happens from now on I don't even care as long as I have you with me.  I can't think of any better way to live than this.  I love you so much," Wade whispered into my neck.

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer and they slipped down the side of my face as kissed him on the top of his head.

"I love you Wade.  I'll be right here with you every day for the rest of our lives."

Aaron lay down beside us and snuggled up close and brought his face in to nuzzle the side of mine.  I turned my head and kissed him and he smiled as he spooned against us and brought his hand up and started rubbing it on Wade's back.

The three of us lay quietly together for a few minutes and then Aaron finally broke the silence, "You two were great to watch.  I've never seen anyone so into it before Jake.  Could we do that again?"

Wade and I both chuckled.

I could not imagine myself being any more happy and content than I was now.  We all cuddled for a while longer and just enjoyed the warmth and comfort of each other.

As usual my mind eventually started to wander to all of the things I wanted to accomplish today.  It looked like it was going to be another great day and we'd been covering a lot of ground.  We were not following a very direct route into the mountains because Wade was having too much fun fishing the streams and I wanted to spend a fair bit of time doing that while we could.

I started to notice Aaron's cock poking me in the side.  The boy is so amazingly full of sexual energy I was envious of him.

"Wade, could I fuck you again for a bit?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah, of course," Wade said.

I chuckled as Wade got off me and moved onto Aaron who'd rolled onto his back.

I'd had such a powerful orgasm I didn't think I'd be ready for a while yet and it was such a nice morning I didn't want to spend too much of it lying around.  I got up to get my clothes and get dressed.  I got my small hatchet and holster and attached it to my belt.

"Hey, don't you want to go again?" Wade asked as he positioned himself over Aaron's hard cock.

"You guys go ahead.  I'm gonna go for a walk down by the creek and look for more wood so we can smoke some fish later on.  I won't be long and then we'll need to get going, OK?"

"I wish you wouldn't do that.  Just don't go far," Wade said and then he lowered himself down onto Aaron's cock.

"I'll be back in less than twenty minutes Gopher," I said.

Aaron had a big grin on his face and his arms were up with his hands behind his head as he lay on his back and Wade started to go up and down riding his cock.

I smiled and took one last look at the scene and then walked off to the creek.

It was so great to have Aaron with us now.  Not only was I falling in love with the wonderful big boy but I could relax more knowing that Wade would always have someone there to look out for him.  More often now I could just let Wade know I'd be gone for a bit and be back soon and instead of getting all freaked out he'd just say, "I wish you wouldn't go by yourself.  Just don't go far and don't be long."

I could finally spend a bit of alone time again and know that Wade would not be overly stressed out by my absence.  Being alone with my thoughts was something I used to do most of time before the plague.  It's just so much easier to reflect on your own thoughts when there's nobody else to impose their thoughts onto you.

I found it relaxing to just slowly wander the side of the creek and let my thoughts go wherever they wanted while I looked for wood to smoke the fish with.

Most of the wood around these parts was some sort of evergreen like spruce or pine.  They tended to choke out everything else with their toxic sap and needles and would slowly kill off most of the competition.  Really the only way the other trees could get a chance to grow was when fire raged through every once in a while and leveled the playing field again.  Then the forest would start out as diversely as possible before over the decades it would lean back towards the evergreens ruling the landscape again.

Evergreen wood is not good for smoking.  There's just too much resin and the result is a nasty acrid almost turpentine flavor.

There were occasionally Douglas Maple trees around but they were pretty rare.  They're not bad but that sort of flavor is a bit better for red meat.  The best thing for fish that could be found around here is Green Alder.  It's in the beech family and is a relative of birch and it has a nice light taste with a hint of sweetness.  These Alders like moist soil and grow alongside streams and rivers.  They have shallow root systems and it's easier to find dead ones that have been knocked down by large animals or washed out by a flooded creek or mudslides.  I need the wood to be dried for at least six months for best results.  Green Alders are fairly shrub like too so my small hatchet is good enough to cut the narrow branches off easily to take back in a bundle for smoking.

The light taste of alder is great for trout and salmon.  We'd be going after salmon soon enough when we got into the Okanagan valley.  There are fresh water salmon there called Kokanee that are delicious.  They're related to Sockeye but while Sockeye spawn in fresh water and return to the ocean making them only available during the spawning season, Kokanee remain landlocked in fresh water their entire lives.  I was really looking forward to having some fresh salmon but for now the trout we were catching were just fine.

As I wandered along the stream looking for dried alder I reflected again on how great things were now that Aaron had joined us.  For the last five days we'd quickly adopted a simple routine.  Sex was a regular part of every day but primarily just in the morning and at night before sleep.  The two of them were insatiable and could probably go at it all day long if I let them.  Every night we'd tire ourselves out crawling all over each other sticking our cocks in whatever hole was handiest.  Sucking on whatever might be presented to us.  Sticking our tongues into whatever tasty slot, crack, depression or mouth was right in front of it, and just generally going nuts.

I was feeling more randy than I'd ever been in my life.  My own sexual appetite was much stronger than I can ever remember it being.  I guess it all just ties in to the fact that we're living down at the lowest level now almost like animals and so we're acting a bit like animals too.

I've never felt more alive in my life and I love it.

It's amazing how different life is when you aren't thinking about your shrinking retirement investments, or making the next mortgage payment, or how many more years you would have to work before you could relax.  I didn't have to worry about paying bills or doing taxes or shopping for groceries or mowing the lawn or painting the house or replacing the roof.  I didn't have to deal with a broken down vehicle or a noisy neighbor or an unwelcome solicitor at the door.  I didn't have to balance Facebook and SMS and emails and junk mail and phone calls.  I didn't have to think about how the world was being destroyed by humans.  I didn't need to be sickened by war or poverty or hatred.

The way people had been living before the plague was completely unnatural and in just about every way imaginable it went against the millions of years of evolution that made us what we are.

The only things we needed to concern ourselves with now were getting food and moving forward.  All the rest of our energy could be devoted to loving each other and pleasing each other and just enjoying each other's company to the fullest.  Life could not get any more basic than this and with all of that other crap scrubbed away it was clean and simple and magnificent.  It was life precisely as it was meant to be.

Before I'd met Wade as I wandered the prairies I simply didn't have any idea what sort of life I was trying to save while I made my way back south.  Now I knew.  It was in fact a better life than I think I could have ever had if there had never been a plague.  It was a strange thought.  I couldn't help feeling almost happy that the world had ended yet that would immediately make me feel guilty and ashamed.  It was like wishing the whole world dead for my own selfish reasons.  It was a weird conflicting set of feelings that I couldn't quite come to terms with.  I tried not to let it bother me much though.  What happened had happened and there was nothing I did to cause it and nothing I could have done to prevent it.  I was simply making the best I could of what was left, and it just happened to be better than anything I could have had before.

With all of the spare energy we have now it goes without saying that a good deal of it gets burned up enjoying our bodies.  Mornings were some of the best sex.  I love it slow and intimate in the morning and sometimes I'd be the first to wake up and I'd just slowly work my morning wood and wait for whichever boy woke up next and then get busy with them.  The third would generally get awakened by the activity and join right in.  Sometimes, just like this morning, I'd wake up and find Aaron slowly humping away at a smiling Wade.  Sometimes I'd wake up to Aaron or Wade sucking my cock while the other licked my big furry balls and toyed with my asshole.

After our morning sex romp we'd usually spend the rest of the morning fishing while they were biting and then have some lunch and start hiking.  We'd hike until the fish were ready to start biting again and do some more fishing.  Our supper would often consist of fresh trout but Aaron was doing a good job keeping our diet a little more varied.  He'd already shot a pheasant and a duck and some partridges and a ruffed grouse and the odd rabbit.  We were eating better than ever so we weren't relying too heavily on the fish even though we were catching lots.  It was definitely necessary to smoke the excess so we could use it all and we'd always have something on hand to snack on.

We'd already smoked a bunch and I'd taught Wade and Aaron how it was done.  We'd smoke some more tonight.  It's really quite simple to do.

I start by soaking the fish in brine over night.  I have a sort of rectangular heavy duty pan that I think was designed for steaming vegetables or something.  It's made of thick metal and has a metal rack that goes inside it and keeps whatever you're cooking above the water level.  It has a high lid that fits on top to hold the steam in.  This works perfectly for smoke as well and it's not too bulky in my big pack when I put it away.  I keep a small steel brush in my pack that I use to scrub all of the smoke and soot off the pan and clean it properly when I'm done with it.  I can flip the lid over and put it inside the pan and flip the rack over and put it inside the lid and it tucks into my big pack with other things fitting inside it so it doesn't really take too much room, though it is a bit heavy.  Still, smoked fish is an important enough food source that it's worth the extra weight of carrying the pan around.

I fill the pan with enough water to just cover the fish and add a lot of salt and then cut the fish into fairly thick slices and simply add it to the water to soak overnight.  The salt makes it taste great but the main idea is to have it act as a preservative to help the smoked fish keep for a much longer period.  After the fish has soaked up as much brine as it's going to I'll take it out and place it on the rack that it will be smoked on.  I let it drip dry for a while and I get a fire going to use for smoking.  I empty the pan of water and dry it out and then just add a lot of wood chips to the bottom of the pan in a good thick layer.  I put the rack back in the pan overtop the wood with the fish on it and put the cover on and put it on the fire.

The real trick to the whole thing is controlling the heat to the pan. There's a small adjustable vent on the lid that I can peek open slightly so I can watch the smoke coming out and know if I need to go hotter or cooler.  You want to get it hot fast so the fire has to be going strong at first.  You want to heat the pan to the point where the wood inside starts to 'catch' and is about to burst into flames.  It starts to smoke heavily at that point and you quickly knock down the fire until you're mainly working with the hot coals left over.  I'll feed bits of wood into the coals to keep them going at about the right pace.  You want the heat to stay steady but not too high to keep the wood chips inside the pan smoking but not actually igniting.  You don't want to 'hot smoke' it either or it will taste sort of acrid and nasty.  Just a steady bit of smoke is all you want.  It takes practice to get it right but once you've done it several times it's really easy.

If I'm planning on eating the fish right away I'll only smoke it for twenty minutes or so just a little hotter than normal.  The taste is great and the fish is just barely cooked so it's nice and juicy.  If I intend to preserve it I'll generally smoke it much more slowly at a lower heat with a bit less smoke coming off the chips so as not to overpower the fish.  It takes a good ninety minutes or so that way.  I keep the slices fairly thick and with the natural oils in trout and salmon the fish will not get too dry and it absorbs a lot of wood smoke flavor.  It will keep for a long while and it tastes awesome.  It's the perfect food for us to pull out and eat while we walk if we get too hungry to wait for a real meal.

I smoke rabbit and duck the same way sometimes but it takes a bit longer because I want to make sure it's cooked all the way through and I usually use maple bark as the flavor seems a bit thicker and deeper and more woody and tastes better for meat.

As I wandered along the creek looking for dead alder my mind wandered back to the boys yet again.  I loved them both so much and I found that even on these short trips away from them I would start to miss them very quickly.  They were such a major part of my life that it felt like something was wrong and a big piece of me was missing when they weren't by my side.  They were both fantastic company and I could not have gotten luckier.

I began to notice an odor that broke me from my reverie.  It smelled like rotting fish or something.  It was coming from the creek so I went over to have a look and I saw some fish guts had washed up against the rocks at the shoreline.  We must have gotten careless when cleaning our fish yesterday and didn't properly pop the air bladder on one of them.  I used my knife to slice the bladder and pushed the rotting guts back out into the water with my boot to hide the smell.

I wandered along the side of the creek for quite a while and was getting pretty far from the boys.  I'd been out and away from them a lot longer than usual and I still had to make my way back to them.  They would be starting to get worried soon if they hadn't already.  I hadn't found any wood yet though and I didn't want the trip to be wasted so I kept going just a bit further.

I continued to walk along the side of the stream for a while thinking about the boys some more and just as I was starting to miss them a bit too much and was getting ready turn back I spotted some alder and went over to hack some branches off the dead tree.  At least the trip wasn't wasted.  I could take what I needed and head back.

As I was working I heard some heavy snapping sounds like something big was coming through the bush.  I stood straight and listened carefully to figure out the direction it was coming from.  It was coming from behind me alongside the stream.  I didn't waste time and started running further down the creek away from the source of the sound.  The only thing that big out here would be a bear and I needed to get away from it as fast as possible.  It would likely already have my scent but if it didn't see me it might just keep moving along slowly enough that I could circle around it and try to make my way back.

Why the fuck did I come out here alone?  We were right in the mountains now and this was grizzly country.  If I was super lucky it would only be a black bear.  They aren't terribly aggressive if they aren't threatened and it wouldn't make a point of coming after me if I showed it I was already on my way to being gone.  Grizzlies can be territorial though, especially if they're hungry and feel there isn't enough food around to share with others.  They'll chase other bears off their turf.  They wouldn't hunt a human or anything but they would not put up with the presence of one either.  If this happens to be a bear that has been hanging around the highway and had been thrown food it would not be afraid of me and that would make it much more dangerous.

It suddenly occurred to me how stupid it was to push those fish guts in the water.  Not only did I remove the most attractive smell in the area that would have lured the bear in and kept its attention while I tried to escape, I transferred it to my boot and then went trapsing off into the woods leaving an interesting trail to follow.  I was basically saying "Here I am, nothing smells better out here so come and check me out!"

The only weapon I had was my small hatchet and that would not do me a hell of a lot of good against a seven hundred pound bear.  My best chance would be if it was a smaller black bear that would likely not want to bother tangling with me, or such a large grizzly that it would be too heavy to climb a tree.  There were plenty of trees out here I could go up if I needed to.  I started looking around for the best candidate as I ran from the source of the sound.  I stuck my hatchet back into is holster to free both my hands.  It's never a good idea to climb a tree to escape a bear because you're basically putting yourself into an inescapable trap and if they're small enough and the tree limbs are thick enough they'll have no problem climbing wherever you can even faster than you can.  I sure as hell wouldn't be able to outrun the bear and I had no way of scaring it off so climbing a tree seemed like the only option.

Suddenly I heard an incredibly loud and angry roar.  It sounded like a hell of a big bear and it must have heard me and was starting to threaten me off its turf.  I spotted a good sized spruce tree that was leaning out over the creek.  I figured it was the best candidate to hide in because if the bear could follow me up and I was forced to jump I could go into the water and might survive the fall.

I broke into a hard run even as I heard a loud crashing noise behind me.  I looked back over my shoulder and a huge grizzly was barreling towards me at speed.  I turned and ran as fast as I could and leaped at the tree as I got close.  The bottom of the spruce tree was mostly dead branches and I nearly impaled myself on one.  I cried out in pain as the long stub of dead branch stabbed at my midsection and tore into my shirt and scraped a bunch of my skin off the side of my waist.  There was no time to think about the pain though and I started to scramble up the tree as fast as I could.

I'd also chosen a spruce because the branches are a bit smaller and more thickly distributed.  This was a big tree with a trunk so wide I wouldn't be able to get my arms around it.  The branches should be thick enough to hold my weight easily and I should have no problem weaving my way up through them, but a big bear would likely not be able to because the branches were too closely spaced and there were too many of them.  They wouldn't be able to hold the weight of a really big bear either I hoped.

I was already a good ten feet off the ground when the bear reached the tree and lunged up it with all of the momentum he'd built up from the run.  He crashed upward through the bottom branches breaking them off as he went and I was sure he was going to catch me.

I put one foot on a thick branch and just as I was using it to launch myself up to another branch I felt my leg get knocked out from under me.  He had swiped and caught the inside of my thigh.  Luckily I already had grabbed hold of a high branch above me and the force of being knocked aside helped me to swing my legs up and onto another branch.  I brought myself over to it and planted my feet and launched upward again trying desperately to put myself as high as I possibly could as quickly as I could.

The bear had lost his best chance to get me and I continued to climb without stopping.  I could hear it scrambling up the tree and trying to get higher and then sliding back down with his claws tearing into the tree trunk.  He wasn't able to get up through the thick crisscross of branches and he'd torn off most of the dead ones at the bottom in his attempt to come up.  There was nothing left for him to gain purchase on to climb up higher.  He was too heavy to simply grab onto the trunk and shinny up it like black bears sometimes do and he wouldn't make it through the thick branches even if he tried.

My gamble had paid off.  I should be safe up here until he gets tired and goes away.  Hopefully that wouldn't be too long.

My heart hammered in my chest as I kept climbing a bit higher to put as much distance as possible between me and the ground.  I didn't want to go so high that the branches would be too small to hold my weight, just high enough to help him forget I was up here.

I looked down to the base and the bear was circling around the tree and roaring once in a while and shaking his head.  He was pissed off.  Every once in a while he'd take another lunge to try to get up the tree and I would feel the thing shaking from the force of the bear charging up it.  The bear then started to stand and push at the tree like he was trying to knock it down.  It seemed unlikely he would be able to but I began to wonder if I'd made the best choice of trees.  If this one was leaning to begin with it may have a weak root system.  It might be in ground that was too soft right at the edge of the creek and maybe if he kept working at it he could actually knock it over.  It felt pretty solid though and even though his attempts to push at it caused me to need to hold on tightly so as not to get thrown out I could not feel the tree actually giving at all at the base and I didn't hear any sound of the roots tearing loose.  It seemed I was safe for the moment.

I felt like a complete and utter moron.  Why the fuck did I go off on my own in bear country?  Why did I let myself get so far from Aaron?  I should have stayed within shouting distance.  Why did I mess with the fish guts?  I should have known as soon as I smelled them that they might have already had a bear tracking in that direction trying to find the source of the smell.  I was not feeling my smartest right now.  Now that I had more time to think it also occurred to me how I could have picked up a few cans of bear spray and holsters at the outfitter's shop in town.  Why did I not think of that?  Fuck, I would have to think a lot harder the next time we approach a town to try to make sure we have anything we might need.

There was a bad burning at my waist where the branch had scraped me hard and I noticed heat building in my thigh and put my hand there and found my pant leg was soaked with blood.  I took a closer look and saw that one of the bear's claws had torn right though my jeans and into the flesh in my inner thigh.  My heart started racing as I pulled the tear in my jeans open to look at the wound.  It was around a four inch gash but didn't look too deep.  There was no arterial spurting thank God.  It was probably close to the main artery in my leg and if it had gone deeper I would already be dead.  There was a fair bit of blood but it didn't look life threatening.  I would have to sew it up to get it to heal properly though.  The injury was bad enough that it had caused shock to the site and I couldn't feel much pain yet.  Soon it would become pretty bad.  For now I needed a tight bandage on it to try to slow the bleeding.

I pulled off my flannel shirt and then took off my t-shirt and tore it into a several wide strips.  While balancing carefully among the branches I maneuvered to pull down my jeans past my thighs and then folded one of the strips several times and pressed it along the length of the wound.  I pulled it back to see how much new blood would come out and I saw to my relief that I really wasn't losing a whole lot of blood.  It was coming steady but it was just oozing out not pouring out.  The claw had torn through the skin and a little ways into the fatty flesh underneath just far enough to expose the muscle below.  It hadn't gone into the muscle but the wound was gaping.  I pressed the folded strip back down onto the wound and then tied another one of the strips tightly around my thigh to hold the wound closed and to hold the folded strip in place.  I then tied two more strips around my thigh on either side of the first one to try to hold the gash closed along its length and press the folded strip tightly against the wound to stem the slow flow of blood.  I didn't want to mess with a tourniquet.  There wasn't enough blood loss to bother with that and I was more worried that I might have problems with the leg if I cut off the supply of blood to it.  I needed to have all of my limbs working properly right now.

I would need to get the wound cleaned out as quickly as possible to prevent infection.  It occurred to me that yet another thing I should have done while in town was break into a pharmacy and get a good supply of penicillin or Keflex to keep on hand and maybe even some topical anesthetic like lidocaine.  Those drugs aren't dangerous but could be really handy.  One of the biggest dangers we would face is infection from some non-life threatening injury that if left unchecked could kill us.  Fuck am I stupid.  I really should have thought of that one.  The emergency kit in my pack had hydrogen peroxide and alcohol and that should be good enough to kill the bacteria if I can get it cleaned out well enough and soon enough.  Scratches or cuts aren't as prone to infection as deep punctures.

I told myself I would be fine.  The alternative was not good to think about.  We were days at fast march away from the nearest town on the British Columbia side and if infection did start to set in I sure as hell would not be able to march fast.  The infection would be pretty far gone by the time we got to some antibiotics and it might already be too late to push it back.  Probably best not to think about it.

I pulled my jeans back up over the bandages to help hold them in place and tied the last strip around my thigh over top the jeans and then put my flannel shirt back on.  It looked a lot worse than it was.  The jeans were torn and soaked through with blood and with the blood soaked bandages underneath it made it look like my leg had been badly mangled but it should be fine if I could get it stitched up.

Down below, the stupid bear was still pacing around.  I wondered just how territorial these things are.  By rights it should lose interest in me quickly because it doesn't see me as food.  I'm not an immediate threat either.  It should already be losing interest but it just wasn't happening.  If it was so territorial that it felt I was encroaching and trying to take over it would not go away until I was completely gone.  I would be truly fucked if that was the case.

The boys knew which direction I had headed out.  One time when I'd gone off on my own and Wade got worried about me getting lost I told him I always traveled along the stream so I couldn't get turned around and I would always find my way back.  They would know to follow the stream to find me.  I'm already really late getting back.  They know I'm always pushing to get marching when it's time.  For all I know they might have already gotten worried enough to come looking for me.  I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.  I was safe up in the tree for now.  I wasn't so sure they would be safe down there on the ground.  I suppose no matter how pissed off the bear was or how big it was there was no chance it could survive eight well placed shot gun blasts to its face from Aaron.  Maybe it was best to just get them over here to help me out.

"Aaron, help!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

The bear roared and stood and started pushing at the tree again.  I was pissing him off more.  I went quiet again and waited for him to calm back down.  Shouting may not have been the best idea.  I think I might have just ensured that he would not go away.

The bear eventually calmed down a bit and went back to just pacing around.

Another ten minutes or so went by as I waited quietly hoping that the bear would lose interest and I suddenly heard Aaron's voice very faintly shouting, "Jake!"

"Aaron! Over here!  There's a bear!  Watch out!" I yelled as loud as I could.

The bear roared again.  There's no doubt Aaron would hear that even if he hadn't heard me.  The bear stood and started pushing at the tree harder now.  I really had to hang on to not get shaken out.

"Jake!" I heard Aaron yell and he sounded closer this time.

"Aaron, look out!  There's a bear here!  I'm OK but I need you to get rid of it!" I shouted.

I heard a shotgun blast almost immediately and the bear got startled and stood still for a moment.  It turned to the source of the sound.

Aaron emerged from the trees with the shotgun in hand and as soon as the grizzly saw him it reared up on its hind legs and roared long and loud.  Aaron stood his ground and fired another round up into the air.  The bear dropped to all fours again and its head started weaving back and forth threateningly.  Aaron came closer slowly and then aimed the shotgun right at the bear.

"Don't shoot it Aaron!  Just make sure it gets scared.  If it's wounded it might fight back but if it's scared it will run away!" I shouted.

Wade popped out of the trees behind Aaron and I could see he was freaked out.  He saw me up in the tree and the big bear on the ground and it looked like he was going to run towards us to try to help me.

"Wade!  Stay where you are.  Stick to Aaron like glue but stay behind him and be ready to run!" I shouted.

The bear started to make a threatening motion towards the boys like he was about to charge.  I think he was just trying one last time to scare them off.

Aaron stood his ground and fired a round right at the dirt in front of the bear causing grit and pebbles to spray up at him.  That was all the bear could handle and it turned and started lumbering away from the threat, past the tree and back into the woods.  Aaron was not satisfied with the speed it was going at though so he ran towards the tree I was in then stopped and fired again.  The bark exploded off a tree trunk right next to the bear and it took off at top speed crashing into the woods beyond.  It was not going to be coming back anytime soon.

"Yeeaaahh!" I whooped at the bear, "You got owned by Buttercup motherfucker!  Keep your fat ass out of here or he'll fill it full of lead!"

I came down from the tree and Aaron was already at the bottom to help me down the last bit and he just grabbed onto me and held me in a hug.

"We got worried when you took so long getting back.  I was so scared!  You could have died out here!" he said.

I let him go and looked over at Wade.  He was walking up to me with an angry look on his face and he was white as a ghost.

He got to me and I crouched down to give him a hug but he whipped his arm out and slapped me hard on the face.  I was shocked.  I put my hand to my face and could feel the heat from the slap on my skin.  He had not held back.

There were tears in his eyes as he wound up and punched me hard on the chest.  I could see terror and worry and righteous fury smoldering behind his eyes.

I reached out and grabbed him into a hug.  He struggled to get free so he could hit me some more but I held on tight and then he finally gave up and held still without putting his arms around me.

"Why do you have to go off by yourself!?  Why can't you stay with us?  How were we supposed to know where you were?  What if you couldn't yell?  What if you got hurt and we couldn't find you?  Why would you do something so stupid!??" he yelled.

"I'm so sorry Wade.  I wasn't thinking.  I won't do it again I promise.  I learned my lesson.  I'll never go off on my own again.  None of us will.  We'll stick together, OK?"

"Learned your lesson?  You're bleeding!  What if you die!?" he yelled again.

I pushed him back a bit so I could look him in the eye and said, "I'm not going to die buddy.  It's just a scratch.  I'll patch it up when we get back to camp.  Don't worry about it."

"What the hell do you mean 'don't worry about it'?  I need you Jake!  I love you!  If you died what the hell would I do?" he asked in anger.

"I said I'm sorry!  I'm not some sort of perfect super hero.  I make mistakes.  I don't always think things through properly.  I shouldn't have gone off alone.  You're right.  There's too much at stake to ever get complacent.  If you ever see me doing anything stupid feel free to let me know, OK?"

"Fine, I will," he sulked.

"You've got Aaron now too don't forget.  He loves you too and he can take good care of you if anything were to ever happen to me, right Aaron?"

"No, not right.  I can't do this without you either.  Wade's right.  You need to keep in mind you have two of us to look after.  We'll help as much as we can but we need you.  You can't take chances like that.  That bear probably wouldn't have bothered three of us at once.  One warning shot would have kept him away.  We need to stick together all the time and that's all there is to it," Aaron said.

"OK, I get it.  Can we let it drop for now and get back to the camp so I can stitch up my leg?" I said, feeling a bit angry.

I felt as though I was being ganged up on and I was feeling a bit sorry for myself.  I was the one who'd just about been mauled by a bear.  I was the one bleeding.  I was the one in intense pain.  Why was I the one who had to apologize and be the brunt of all of their anger?

I realized of course that they were right.  In fact, my own anger at them was probably really the anger I felt at my own stupidity.  I should not have wandered off alone.  I felt like an idiot and it made me mad at myself and it made me mad at them for doing such a good job of pointing out my own stupidity to me.  I forced myself to calm down and speak slowly.

"I'm really sorry.  Both of you are right.  I was getting to feeling so good these days that I forgot we're really still in sort of a tight spot and we need to stay on our toes.  You two are smart and I might just need you both to keep an eye on me too so I don't fuck up so bad again.  I can't be the only one taking care of us.  I need you both to take care of me too and each other.  OK?"

Wade jumped in and wrapped his arms around my neck and said, "I'm sorry I got so mad.  I shouldn't have hit you.  I love you so much I'd just want to die if something happened to you.  I was so scared."

I hugged him back tightly.

"I know you were Wade.  I promise I won't give you any reason to get so mad at me again, OK?  I love you more than you'll ever know," I said.

"Can we just head back to camp now?  That bear could come back and I've blown half my shells already," Aaron said.

I stood and put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him in to me for quick hug.

"You did great Aaron.  You kicked its ass.  It won't be back.  Let's go."

We turned and started walking back to our campsite.  The pain in my thigh was really starting to build.  The injury hadn't hit the muscle so I wasn't limping or anything but every time I took a step forward the bandages would twist a bit and the wound would reopen and the pain was getting excruciating.

After a long steady painful march we finally arrived back at our packs and I immediately went for the first aid kit and walked over to the creek with it and took my jeans off.  I carefully pulled off the bandages.  There was almost no more blood oozing out.  It had clotted up a fair bit but as I released the bandage the wound opened up again and started to bleed.  There was no way it would stay closed on its own.  I used water from the creek to wash it as thoroughly as I could which of course started it bleeding even more.  It still wasn't bad though.  It was more important to get any dirt or bacteria from the bear's claw out of there before I close it up so I flushed it often and thoroughly.

The next part was not good.  I opened the bottle of peroxide and poured a bit into the wound and screamed at the top of my lungs at the searing pain.  I nearly blacked out.  It's not a great idea to use peroxide on an open wound but I really wanted to kill any bacteria that might be in there.  I rinsed it out immediately and quickly with clean water again to try to limit the damage to the healthy flesh from the peroxide.

I motioned to Aaron to come over.

"Do me a favor and go get my sewing kit and a spool of thin fishing line from my pack Aaron.  Make sure Wade stays back there.  This could be ugly to watch," I said.

He went and got the stuff while I used some fresh gauze from the first aid kit to pat down the wound and finish cleaning it up.  I examined it as closely as I could to make sure there were no specks of anything in there and rinsed it out thoroughly again with clean water.

Aaron came back and handed me the needle and thread and moved to go back with Wade.

"No, hang on Aaron.  I think I can do this alone but I really want you to watch in case you ever need to do it.  You might learn from my mistakes if I fuck it up.  I've never tried to stitch skin before but it shouldn't be much harder then sewing up anything else."

He got a hard look on his face and hesitated, and then he came back and kneeled down beside me.

I rummaged a bit through the emergency kit and found a bottle of super glue in there I forgot I had.  That shit is perfect for little cuts that don't want to stay closed.  I could use it to help this one stay closed but I doubt it would be enough and I didn't want to pour a whole lot of it in there.  I'd use it between the stitches a bit so I wouldn't need so many.  The cut was located in the middle of my thigh on the inside.  Since it wasn't at a joint where the skin would bend and stretch I shouldn't need too many stitches.  I just needed to keep the wound from gaping.  I could probably get away with eight or so.  It was going to hurt like a son of a bitch and I didn't want to have to do any more than necessary.

I cut a long length of the fishing line then I soaked a bit of cotton with alcohol and covered the needle with it and then ran the full length of the fishing line through the alcohol soaked swab a few times.  I threaded the needle with the line and pulled it down and made a knot at the end to stop it going through my skin.

I started at one end and pinched the wound shut and gauged how far in I could start and decided a half inch from the end should be good.  I pressed the needle in a bit more than an eighth of an inch back from the edge of the wound, took a deep breath and pushed the needle in.  It stung but surprisingly not nearly as bad as I thought it would.  There must be enough trauma to the area that it was still fairly numb and the pain from the wound itself was overriding the bit of pain from piercing myself with the needle.  I pushed the needle deeper and then turned it parallel and pushed it through the wound to poke into the other side and then turned it again to bring it out through the skin on the other side.

I pulled it taught and then stuck the needle through the knot and tied it off to keep it snug and moved out another half inch and went through again.  I made another small knot at the top by wrapping the line around and through a loop and then went on another half inch.  It was much easier than I thought it would be.  I was done in no time and I had a fairly rough but firmly closed wound with eight stitches along the length.  I swabbed it clean and then put a drop of thin superglue between the stitches and let it wick along the length of the cut just to keep the skin sealed tightly.  I waited a good while before swabbing it one last time with alcohol.  I took a tube of Polysporin I had in the first aid kit and smeared a good amount along the gash and then covered it with gauze and tape.

It wasn't too bad at all.  It would hurt like hell later on when the numbness wore off but I had some super strength ibuprofin in the kit that would help with that a bit.

I cleaned up the scrape on my waist.  Some blood had seeped out there but it was already crusted and dry.  It was just a bad abrasion that broke the skin a little but it would heal really fast.  I cleaned it well and added some ointment and covered it with gauze and tape.

"Could you be a sweetheart and wash my jeans for me Aaron?  I think Wade was really freaked out by all the blood and I don't need him to see it again, thanks."

Aaron took my jeans to wash them in the stream.  I went back to join Wade at our sleeping bag and sat down next to him.

"I'm really sorry I scared you so bad Wade.  I promise I'll be more careful from now on," I said.

"Are you gonna be OK?" he asked.

"You bet.  It's really not bad at all Gopher.  We have nothing to worry about.  I just need to sew up my pants and we're back in business."

"Can we start moving again then?  I don't think I want to stay around here anymore if there's bears," he said.

I rubbed his head and smiled at him.

"The bears have been schooled.  I think they've figured out by now it's not good to cross a Buttercup with a shotgun.  They know better than to come after us again.  We'll leave pretty soon though.  I guess it wouldn't take too long to get through to the other side of the mountains if we hoof it over to the highway and make it our mission to just cover as much ground as we can.  We won't get another chance to do any fishing until we get over to the other side though," I said.

He got up and came and sat in my lap and wrapped his legs around my waist and hugged me hard again and just clung there for a while.  He was pressing down on my thigh near the wound and it was hurting like hell but I didn't want to let him know.

"I don't care about the stupid fishing.  I'm so glad you're OK.  Don't ever leave my sight again.  I don't want to lose you Jake."

"You won't, don't worry.  We'll all keep our heads on a swivel from now on and watch out for each other.  We'll do fine," I said.

I just held him for a while so he could feel that everything was OK and he eventually felt he was ready to get back to it.

"Let's get going please," he said and then he got up off me and went to start packing things up to get ready to move out.

Aaron came back with my jeans and then rolled up our bag and finished packing things up with Wade while I quickly stitched up the gash with needle and thread and hung the pants off my pack so they could dry while we walked.

We headed off in the direction of the major highway that passed through the mountains.  It shouldn't take us more than a few days once we reached it to get through to the next town on the other side if we stuck to it.

I really needed to give more thought to what else we should try to get in the next town and I should talk to the boys for any ideas they might have.  We needed the antibiotics and the bear spray for sure.  I should talk to Aaron about teaching Wade and I to shoot.  It would be good to drain the town of as much ammo as we could to shoot as much as possible to get a handle on it quickly before we move on.  We needed more firepower.

We needed to cover as many contingencies as possible without weighing ourselves down too much and we, or at least I, needed to be more careful and take fewer chances.  This one was far too close a call and it could have easily been a lot worse than it was.

These boys mean everything to me and I couldn't put them at risk by putting myself at risk.  I needed to stay alive and healthy if only for them.

Wade took my hand on one side and Aaron took my hand on the other.  They didn't seem to trust me to walk on my own.

I chuckled as they began to march me forward.

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