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02
Wild
aka the wildman and I settled into a routine over the past few
days. Five days to be exact. In the morning he'll unwrap me from
himself — at night he holds me like a stuffed animal. Then he
goes outside to pee down his morning wood while I start
breakfast. It’s quite the sight watching the big guy modestly
hold his boner against his arm as he walk to the side door.
Part of my duties back in the army were unspoken, expectations
my captain made sure I was familiar with and wouldn't make the
men feel awkward for requesting them. I was happy to service the
men during massage sessions. So I'm surprised this big
uncivilized guy hasn't tried something yet. Men do have needs.
In fact, Wild has gone out of the way to keep his cock when
erect away from me unless when sleeping. He won’t let me touch
but he keeps it in contact with my body when I go to sleep,
after I wake up, and after breakfast he'll rub pre-cum on his
palm and offer it to me lick.
Wild will watch me dress and he'll make a grumbling sound. I've
decided it’s giggling. I guess to him covering yourself is a
ridiculous idea. I imagine it would be if I had the amount of
hair he has.
With his help, I relocated camp to the cabin and mostly moved
in. The roof is finished and chinking between the logs is done.
I refused his help with the glazing the glass window panes. It's
too far to get more glass from carelessness and too fragile for
giant hands, so he's out hunting while I do windows today.
Wild made an addition to the cabin, a nest by the back wall next
to the side door. He dug a depression in the earthen floor big
enough for him to lay in. He knew to carry the dirt and rock
outside and he laid the cured hide of the buck inside it, fur
side up. With all the game he brings home the nest will be well
padded in no time. For now I put some straw under the buck hide.
Once the final window frame and glazing was fully secured I went
out onto the front porch. The floor creaked underfoot. I’ll need
to fix that. After my eyes adjusted to the bright afternoon sun
coming straight down onto the meadow I noticed Wild by the tree
line his back toward me. He turned and looked at me. In the
shadows of the forest to his front were two figures. One was his
height, the other was about to his shoulder. He stepped to the
side and the two immured out of the shadows. Their hair wasn’t
like Wild’s solid black, theirs was a grey-white mix.
The shorter figure was female, she had noticeable breasts. She
patted Wild on the arm and the big guy to her side growled at
me. Were these his parents? I guess the old man was giving me a
warning. Wild pushed the old male gently. His dad went quite as
Wild’s mom pulled the old man into the forest. Wild looked back
at me and after a moment smiled sheepishly.
Hard for me to believe but I actually laughed. Wild’s smile grew
bigger. He charged at me. My breath stopped. I froze. In five
seconds two tons of solid muscle had me in its arms. He was
gentle but I nearly pissed my pants.