Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2017 19:05:30 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: Jack In The Wild Chapter 1 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy "Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older. ( Quote from Finding Neverland ) Jack in the Wild ~~ (Chapter One) ~~ Sweet Summertime. Without a doubt the most glorious time of year for any normal human being. And with certainty it is the best of times for young boys. 'No more pencils, no more books... No more teachers dirty looks...' At least that's how the rhyme goes. And of course, that's just the beginning of it. For a kid, it's really about the freedom of it. This is where the real joy is. Summer holiday, filled with all the sunshine and adventure that any young boy could possibly desire. Jack was one such boy. He'd just turned thirteen in mid June, and as any typically energetic youngster, he was filled with all the excitement and curious wonder of a young boy coming of age, poised on the cusp of adolescence. He was a cute looking boy, by all accounts; small nose and thin of face. He had an adorable smile with slight dimples just at the corners of his mouth, and his light brown eyes were really more golden than brown. The boy was fairly average in height, standing right at five feet, but his long legs and boyishly lean physic made him appear taller. Early each summer, Jack along with his mom and dad, would take a trip upstate, up to a small and fairly secluded cabin that they owned in the woods and hills surrounding an area known as Glen Haven. A low, but mountainous little area just outside of one of the many great National Parks. Truth be told, this was one of Jack's favorite getaway places. The great outdoors in all its splendor, with many small mountain lakes and streams, thick with plentiful stands of Aspen and Birch trees. And having spent many summer weeks here in the past, he felt right at home there, exploring and traipsing about in the upper woodland areas. The boy loved to hike, and climb the various hills, deer trails, and rock outcroppings common to this part of the country. He and his cousins could spend hours on end exploring the woods and playing on their own out here in the wilderness. Unfortunately Jack's cousins wouldn't be along on this trip. Though they would all come up again later on in the summer. This first week was just a simple, but long awaited getaway to get the summer holidays started off right. Jack could feel his excitement growing as they drove up the canyon road on Highway 19 from Loveland up toward the National Park. The boy gazed excitedly out the back window of the Subaru wagon as it wound its way up the steep grade, paralleling the Big Powder River. Close to the National Park now, they turned off just ahead of the town of Glen Haven. It wasn't even a town really, comprised of a small volunteer fire station, an ancient gas station with old pumps dating back to the 50's, and a small general store. Barely enough business to even keep them going, but it was one of the last inhabited areas before the National Park. They turned off the main highway just before town, and followed the old mountain road for several miles up toward the actual glen, of Glen Haven. It was a dead end really, culminating in a small undeveloped area which was home to perhaps a dozen old cabins, which had also been built back in the 50's and 60's. In truth, it wasn't much at all; but for a young boy the outdoors could be a place of imagination and wonder. The Subaru finally pulled off the forest road and rolled to a stop just barely into a dirt and pine needle covered driveway amongst the trees. If you could even call it a driveway. These were summer cottages after all. Individual cabins scattered in the woods, and paved roads or blacktop driveways were non existent around here. The cabin, for that's what it was, was not very big at all, though it had an upper level over a small daylight basement; but even so the whole cabin was likely less than seven hundred square feet. The upstairs consisted of a small kitchenette, which almost blended into the equally small cabin-like living area. A small bathroom with a standup shower, and one bedroom. The downstairs daylight basement was comprised of two very small bedrooms and a tiny bit of storage. But then, it was just a summer getaway cabin after all. Jack was more than anxious to get out on his own. To scramble up the hillside through the woods and up one of the many worn animal trails that wound through the hills in all directions. One of them in particular led up to the meadows and one of the many huge rocky outcroppings that were always gloriously bathed in the summer sun. The trails also led in a roundabout way to one of several tiny lakes; ponds actually, that were scattered here and there in the open green meadowlands above the trees. Jack had roamed these trails extensively in the past. His father had forced him into the Boy Scouts when he was younger, and Jack had anxiously learned everything he could about hiking, navigating, and surviving in the wild. Much to his displeasure though, the boy was asked to help unload the Subaru before he was allowed to roam; his father had insisted. So Jack dutifully carried groceries, packs, and other sundries into the cabin, helping to get things settled in. And though they had indoor plumbing, the water pumps had to be primed first, since the cabin had been sitting empty for the past six months or so. There were several other nearby cabins in the area, perhaps a dozen or so, though none of them were occupied year round. All of them were primarily used as summer getaway places, some so seldom used that they were lucky to see their owners even once a year. "Jack..." the boy's dad called to him. "I need you to go downstairs and take the deck chairs outside please." "But dad..." The boy whined. "I was gonna' hike up to the rocks." "Jack for heavens sake, It's barely noon. You have tons of time to wander the hills. Get the chairs out, and then rake up the pine cones and other debris around the firepit. Help me tidy up a bit, and then you're free to go..." "Ugg....." Jack grumbled, barley audible enough to be heard by his father. He thumped down the narrow stairs to the daylight basement and rummaged around for the deck chairs, finally hauling them outside near the cleared area which they used for the firepit. The boy found the metal rake in storage and reluctantly started in on his chore. After a few minutes the youngster glanced up at the upper level, then leaned his rake up against a nearby tree, and unfastening the button and zipper of his shorts, he fished himself out and began a steady stream of piss just beyond the tree. There was a small noise upstairs behind him, and then... "Jack..." His dad called down to him in a reprimanding tone. "Don't do that there..." "Geeze dad. The toilet isn't even primed yet, and I had to go, you know." "Still, you don't have to do that so close to the cabin boy. Come on son, you know better than that." The boy finished up though with a final high arching squirt, and then glanced back over his shoulder to see that his father had already gone back in. "Yeah..." He mumbled under his breath, "Like you haven't pissed out here before." Giving his boyhood an extra shake or two, he tucked himself back in and zipped up, then grabbed up the rake and went about cleaning up the small clearing before setting up the deck chairs around the firepit. With the task finally finished, he headed back inside and hurried back up the stairs where he grabbed his bag. "The toilet's primed now." His dad offered. "Don't have to go now..." Jack smiled back impishly, somewhat proud of himself. "So can I head up the hill now, please?" His father smiled in a lighthearted manner, and nodded his assent. Jack's face lit up in a broad smile, and he hurried back down the stairs hauling his duffle bag with him. Quickly striding into one of the small bedrooms, he tossed his bag carelessly onto the double bed, and then using the toe of his left shoe, the boy pried off first one sneaker, and then the other one, stepping out of them. He zipped open the large duffel and pawed through it, finally pulling out a light pair of hiking boots. He hesitated for a moment in decision, then reached back into the bag to find a different pair of cargo shorts as well. Jack quickly shed the shorts he was wearing, along with his cotton briefs, letting them both fall to the floor in a crumpled pile. Without thinking about it, the boy absently fingered his genitals for a moment, giving them an innocent jiggle; it felt nice to freeball for a moment, and it certainly felt much better than being cramped and snugged up in his underwear. Deciding he wanted to prolong this comfort, Jack slipped on the fresh pair of cargo shorts, not bothering with his undies. He sat on the floor then, slipped into some low rise ankle socks and then into his hiking boots, lacing up the red laces comfortably loose. The boy hopped to his feet, and then reached into his duffle bag once again, this time bringing out a small, bright red daypack. The functional pack was actually a Camelback, the modern and more stylish form of canteen. The cleverly designed bag had a small internal bladder in it, which could hold a quart of liquid, and had a straw-like tube with which to suck drink from. There was also enough storage pockets for whatever small sundries he might need; and with this in hand, Jack headed back upstairs. The boy filled the Camelback with some chilled Gatorade that they had brought up to the cabin with them, and then he stuffed in several other small necessities. Matches, compass, a small pocket knife, several candy bars and a tasty package of beef jerky. A former scout is always prepared, he thought to himself. He told his mom and dad which trail he was headed off on, and with the usual 'be careful' speech from his mother, Jack headed for the door. "Do you have your cell phone with you?" his father asked. The boy shook his head. "Na, there's really no signal up there dad." he reminded. "No, but the local GPS maps are pre loaded, and it will still function if you're out in the open on those rock outcroppings. Just in case." His father offered, handing the boy his iPhone. Jack shrugged, and slipped the phone into one of his cargo pockets. With a wave, the boy quickly headed out the door and wandered up the dirt road a ways till he passed the last cabin, then finally turned off and cut in through the trees. He knew the area quite well, and this was a quick route to one of the deer trails that led upward through the woodlands. Gaining the trail, Jack entered the open woods and hiked along at a fair clip. He quickly found himself a three foot long stick, because what good hiker doesn't have a walking stick; and every thirteen-year-old boy needs a stick to swing randomly at bushes and occasionally wield like a sword at some imaginary foe. The boy continued on up the familiar trail, winding in and out of the wooded areas, stopping only once to harvest some wild raspberries which he'd come across, and which he wolfed down with some delight. With long strides and boundless energy he hiked for over half an hour till he reached another cross trail, one which he was quite familiar with. This deer trail would lead up past one of the high rock outcroppings, and then on up to one of the refreshingly cool ponds at the lower end of the meadow. It was a warm afternoon, and already a fine sheen of sweat had formed on his brow and coated his trim physique. He wiped this away with his forearm, and was glad all of a sudden that he hadn't worn underwear beneath his cargo shorts. He always hated it when things got too warm down there, causing his youthful balls to stick to his thigh in a most uncomfortable way. He smiled at the thought, and playfully gave his 'boys' another little jiggle with his left hand as he continued upward. In no time at all he reached one of the huge open rock outcroppings, and with care he climbed upward and off the trail till he stood atop the large craggy rock face, already anticipating the cool stream fed pond not much further ahead. Peeling off the Camelback and his tee shirt, a smile crossed his fair features as the sun swathed warmly across his bare torso, and the gentle summer breeze washed through his mid length sandy brown hair, blowing it away from his forehead. It felt wonderful standing near the edge of the rock face like this, just as free as you please. The boy stretched his arms outward and with closed eyes, he stood and simply basked in the sun and gentle breeze. Then, with a sudden and impishly boylike grin on his face, Jack undid his shorts and lowered them a little on his hips. He stood there with his youthful boy bits fully in the open, and with little coaxing began to pee over the side of the cliff. What carefree good natured boy hasn't wanted to do something like this. He let go of himself, letting his penis go unguided as he drained his bladder onto the rocks below. And even after he'd finished, the boy stood for a good long moment, noticing that the cool breeze felt oddly nice as it bathed his exposed boy baubles. Finally, and with a little sigh, the boy pulled his shorts back up, carefully tucking himself back inside. He stooped to grab up his tee shirt which he tucked into the waistband of his shorts, then re-shouldered the Camelback and continued on his way. It wasn't far now, and after a few minutes Jack reached a small plateau where the trees and rock outcroppings thinned, and the tall wild grasses swayed in choreographed waves as the breeze played and danced through it. He walked across this area until till he reached the edge of the pond which was ensconced there just below the alder trees and the next rise. "Oh yeah..." he remarked to himself, as he mounted a huge boulder to stand on its flat top as he scoped out the shimmering crystal clear water. This was always a great spot to take a dip and cool down in, and he'd swum here many times in the past while roaming the hills. It was quite warm out now, and since Jack's torso was damp with perspiration from his trek, he was anxious to take a refreshing swim. Climbing down, and then leaping off the large boulder, the boy removed his Camelback daypack and laid it carelessly on another stone. He settled at the base of the large outcropping where he sat down in the golden wheat-like grass to unlace his hiking boots. He shed first one boot and then the other, quickly followed by his ankle socks; and then he stood up in the tall grasses and glanced down at his cargo shorts. They were of a thin wicking material that would dry quite quickly if he swam in them, and considering that he wasn't wearing any undies, his first thought was to leave them on. A sly grin crossed his features though. He'd skinny dipped here once before, with his father, and the pond was about as secluded as you could possibly get. In fact, he'd never even seen anyone anywhere near here in the past. The boy's grin widened, and with no further thought he undid the button and fly and quickly stepped out of his shorts. "Shit yeah..." He grinned, glancing happily down at his boyish nakedness. Leaving the shorts there on the ground, Jack stepped the few paces to the edge of the pond and dipped his bare foot into it. The water was always slightly chilly, but not that bad really. The boy smiled again in anticipation, then leaned out and dove gracefully into the small clear lake. He swam underwater for several meters and then surfaced, giving his head a cursory shake to clear the hair from his face. "Wahoo..." He beamed aloud. The cool water felt delicious as it cooled his overheated skin and enveloped his lean naked body. The boy swam out thirty yards or so, then rolled over to float on his back, enjoying both the coolness of the water, and the warmth of the overhead sun. This was what he loved about the great outdoors. While most kids these days sat inside playing on cell phones or tablets, Jack really wasn't into all that stuff. Give him a hiking trail, a bike, or playing out in the woods any day. The water was crystal clear, as most ponds and lakes tend to be up in the hills like this, and the boy swam around joyfully for fifteen minutes or so, occasionally going under to retrieve a stone from the silt bottom. Finally feeling thoroughly refreshed, he swam back toward the edge and waded through the grasses that grew out of the water at the edge. "That was great." he mumbled, as he stepped out of the water. He glanced at the huge boulder to his right, and still naked he climbed up onto it again and stood atop it, gazing out once again at the water. He felt fantastic. The bright sunshine wrapped around his dripping frame like a warm cloak. It felt delightful, and he bent slightly at the knees, put his arms out and wiggled his naked body like a puppy shaking off the water. "Yeah..." he quipped with a laugh, a wide grin warping his features. At length the boy sat, then lay himself down on his back atop the huge warm boulder. He tucked his hands up under his head and closed his eyes for several long minutes to simply enjoy the utter freedom of the moment. This was nice, its what he lived for, no doubt about it. With eyes still closed, Jack slid his palm across his bare chest and stomach, to see if he was still wet. His warm skin felt mostly dry now, and quite naturally the boy slid his hand down further, letting it rub across his nearly bare pubic rise and down over his youthful boylike penis, which he cupped slightly in his fingers. He'd just turned thirteen, and puberty was in the midst of renovations. The boy fingered his soft boyhood. Three wonderful inches of malleable, circumcised tuber. It felt nice as he innocently and gently fondled himself. I mean come on, what boy doesn't know the pleasure of touching his own fleshy protuberance? Jack was no different of course. His youthful body was lean and fit, as all boys his age should be. His skin was smooth and firm, just barely starting to show the definition of early adolescence, yet still quite boylike in appearance. His oval testicles were nearly walnut sized, and lay loosely in their hairless skin purse. In fact, Jack's body was mostly hairless. A scant number of pubes were beginning to grow in around his boyhood, accompanied by three or four under each smooth armpit. The rest of him was bare, save for the slight blond silk that was barely even noticeable on his arms and legs. The boy loved the feel of his smooth bare skin though, and he slid his palm upward again across his chest, and across the nub of his pubescent nipple, which seemed to protrude a bit, as is common at this stage of his pubertal development. Jack licked his lips to dampen them, noticing now that he was feeling a bit randy at the moment, from touching himself and lying naked, outdoors, splayed atop a huge boulder like this. It was rather stimulating actually. He wiggled his bare toes and clenched his butt cheeks for a moment, feeling that curious tingle emanating down there around his youthful boy pucker. He could tell without looking that his boyhood was just beginning to swell, and his hand returned there to greet it. Held in the crook of his thumb and finger, he pulled upward on it a time or two and sighed pleasurably. And just as he was contemplating taking a run at it, and perhaps jerking off, he thought he heard a slight sound in the distance. Quickly he covered his still firming boyhood with both hands, and he raised his head almost fearfully to look around. The sound had come from the direction of the pond. He rolled over quickly onto his stomach and hunkered down to be as invisible as possible. His eyes scanned the far edge of the pond, around the large rocky outcroppings and the vegetation that grew in thickly in places there. He could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest. The fact that he was stark naked, and had been on the verge of masturbating had left him feeling more than a bit unsettled and exposed. His eyes carefully scanned the far bank again, and then he saw it... An audible sigh of relief left him at the sight of a small deer stepping up to the waters edge to take a drink of the fresh water. "Well that scared the shit out of me..." he mumbled to himself, a relieved smile slowly crossing his lips. Still lying on his stomach, Jack crossed his hands and rested his chin down on top of them, still hunkered down there to watch the deer as it casually drank its fill, then begin to nibble on some of the bushy vegetation that was near it. The deer seemed to be in no particular hurry, and neither was Jack as he continued to observe it quietly. Besides, lying there like this, he was also enjoying the feel of the sun's heat on his back, as it warmed him, and baked the all too white rounded bulbs of his bare bottom. After a minute or so, Jack suddenly remembered that he had brought his cell phone along with him. If he was quiet, he could probably slip down and get it, and maybe get a picture or two of the deer. His mom always loved silly things like that. Being as stealthy as possible, the boy slid himself down the backside of the boulder. Staying low in the grass to remain concealed, he crept carefully over to where he'd dropped his cargo shorts. Retrieving them, he unbuttoned one of the leg pockets and pulled his iPhone out of it, and switched it on. Slowly he raised up and quietly took several pictures of the deer as it meandered distractedly, feeding along the far edge of the pond. He was just about to take another picture, when suddenly the deer raised it's head, ears strait up as if in alarm. It froze there a moment intent on listening, and then there was a slight sound from another nearby spot along that edge. Jack shifted his gaze trying to spot its source, and eventually the tall grasses rustled and moved slightly. The deer being ever cautious, turned suddenly and bounded off into the brush. Jack's eyes followed it for a moment, then returned to the spot along the far edge of the water where he'd seen movement in the brush. And that's when he spotted it. It almost startled him, and Jack quickly dropped down lower in the grass, his eyes wide in near disbelief. He swallowed hard. "Na... Couldn't be." he whispered to himself as he shook his head. Still naked, and certainly not wanting to be spotted, Jack slowly raised his arm up with his cell phone still in hand. The boy blindly snapped off several pictures, moving the lens a little each time, before lowering his arm again. He stayed hunched down there and shook his head doubtfully again, then slowly, curiously raised his head up to look over the tall grasses. At first he couldn't see anything as his eyes searched, but then the grasses moved again, and for just a fractional moment he caught a glimpse of it again, just as it was turning and quickly disappearing into the brush along that side. Jack glanced down at himself, and as if suddenly remembering that he was naked, and feeling quite vulnerable in that moment, he slinked backwards, quickly grabbing up his cargo shorts from the ground and slipping back into them. Staying low, he retreated further to recover the rest of his clothes and his Camelback. Hurriedly he pulled on his tee shirt, then slipped back into his ankle socks and hiking boots. He stood up then, feeling an almost excited curiosity starting to churn inside of him. Shouldering the Camelback, and moving as quietly as he could, Jack slowly made his way around the edge of the pond. He paused frequently, listening intently for any sounds, eyes sharp as he neared that same spot on the far side close to the water. Once there he stopped and listened intently again. Nothing... Birds chirped abstractedly in the distance, but that was all. Swallowing almost nervously he cleared his throat. "Hello..." he managed aloud. Then he shook his head. "Well that was just stupid..." he muttered to himself. Thinking back to what he'd learned in the boy scouts, Jack began looking around for any signs. The brush and grasses were quite thick here, and he doubted he'd really find anything; but as he stepped over the soft ground closer to the water, he spotted it. His eyes widened, and there, just as clear as day was a...a footprint. He found many of them in fact, as he looked around in the soft muddy embankment. Not bird, nor animal. It was the barefoot print of a human being. His heart pounded excitedly in his chest, and Jack stood and looked around again, eyes straining intently into the gloomy underbrush. After a long moment he crouched there to look more closely at the barefoot impression again, tracing his finger around the distinct indent. It was compact, a little smaller than his own, he thought. Standing, Jack placed his own foot alongside the perfect impression. Yes. Yes without his hiking boot on, the footprint would still be smaller than his own. "Had to be a... A kid..." he muttered to himself. Curiosity began to boil within him. And as he looked around, he could tell that whoever had made the footprints, had done so on many different occasions; not just this once. The boy looked around again, staring off into the trees as he began to really consider what he'd thought he had seen. Where would a kid have come from? He hadn't seen anyone else down below where the cabins were. And that was really the only place anyone else could have come up here from. In any other direction it was dozens of miles through harsh terrain before any road or hiking trails. "Fuckin' weird..." he thought. He stood quietly in contemplation for several minutes, before glancing down at the time on his cell phone. Having been out for several hours now, and noticing for the first time that he was getting a bit hungry, Jack figured that he should probably start heading back down toward the cabins soon. It wouldn't do, if his mom started to get worried about him; which she did if he stayed out on his own too long when he hiked alone. His tummy grumbled then, reminding him of his hunger, and the boy slipped off his Camelback and unzipped one of the small compartments, reaching in to pull out one of the candy bars he'd brought along with him. He tore into the wrapper and took a bite of the sun softened Snickers bar. "Mmm..." he hummed, nodding his head as he licked some of the melted chocolate from his finger tips. He finished it up, and was just about to shoulder the Camelback daypack again, when an odd thought occurred to him. He smiled absently, and then reached into the bag again and pulled out his other Snickers candy bar. Looking around for a good spot, he set the candy bar atop a small rock near the footprints. He smiled, and thought about a movie he'd seen, where a boy named Elliot had left Reece's Pieces in the woods after spotting a friendly little alien. "There you go E.T." he muttered, then laughed out loud at his own silliness. Jack shouldered his bag then, and took a long drink from the straw-like tube, and with one last look around he set off back the way he'd come, heading down the trails to where the cabins were. It really hadn't even occurred to him to look upward into the thick stand of Alder trees near the lake. If he had, perhaps Jack may have spotted the small figure hunkered down among the branches, mostly concealed amongst the thick shroud of leaves. And though Jack hadn't seen it, the small figure definitely seemed to be watching him. * * * * * It didn't take that long going back down as it had hiking up, and barely half an hour later Jack came out of the woods near the upper cabins and cut across to the gravel road. He looked carefully at each of the cabins, trying to determine if any of the other owners had come up here yet this early summer. As far as he could tell, he and his folks were probably the only residents at the moment. People didn't usually come up here till later in the month, and then only one or two families seemed to be here at any given time. The boy wondered again about what he'd thought he'd seen up by the pond. If no one was here yet, there was no way another kid could possibly have been way up there. It just didn't make sense, so Jack hurried back towards his own cabin. He could already smell the wonderful scent of alder, or perhaps cedar, burning in the firepit around back as he approached. His dad always liked to get the fire going when they got here, regardless of the temperature. The boy went inside and tossed his Camelback on the small table in the kitchenette, then turned and slid open the slider and stepped out onto the small deck. His parents were down sitting in the chairs near the firepit, and Jack leaned on the railing and looked down at them. "Oh, you're back." Jack's mother smiled when she saw him. "Have fun on your hike?" "Yeah, always." he replied sincerely. "So, dad... Have you seen any of the other cabin owners up here since we got here?" "No son. Pretty sure we're the only ones up here right now. Why?" "Nothin' really. Just thought I might have seen someone else, a kid maybe, up there by the pond, that's all." Jack answered. His father just shrugged and shook his head doubtfully. "Well, I'm pretty sure we're the only ones here." His father reiterated again. "Can't imagine a kid being up there though. You sure you saw someone?" Jack shrugged in response. For the moment at least, he decided to leave out any details; like the fact he'd found barefoot foot prints. Jack did have a pretty vivid imagination, but, there was kind of an oddity with what he had thought he'd seen, and it was possible he was wrong. Because what he'd thought he'd seen, was another kid. A naked kid crouched and drinking from the pond... "Get yourself cleaned up son, then come back out. We thought we'd just grill up some brats and corn over the fire and have an early dinner of sorts." His mom suggested. "Alright... Is the pump primed? I kinda want to take a quick shower?" Jack wondered. "Should be ready to go son. Keep it short though, the tank doesn't hold much heated water." his father reminded. The boy went back inside and thumped down the narrow steps into the daylight basement. He rummaged through his duffle bag again, until he found a fresh pair of underpants and a new tee shirt. Then it was back upstairs and into the small bathroom, where he stripped off and stepped into the half sized shower stall for a quick soaping and rinse. Of course it crossed his mind to finish what he'd almost started earlier, and toss off in the shower. He certainly enjoyed doing that in the shower back home. All soaped up, made for a dandy lube after all. But his father's words reminded him to be quick in the shower. And really, what was the fun in hurrying that... After he'd finished and had gotten dressed, he joined his parents out back sitting near the firepit. The boy could smell the wonderful scent of cooked bratwurst, and it made his mouth water and his stomach rumble again in anticipation. They all sat, chatting about this and that while things were cooking, but Jack intentionally steered away from any further conversation about what he'd thought he'd seen up in the hills. Inside though, it was all that he could think about, and he was anxious to go back up there tomorrow and investigate further. Finally done, the brats made for a tasty early dinner, wrapped in a warm bun and slathered with mustard and onions. Jack polished off two of them, as well as an ear of fire blackened corn, and some potato salad that his mom had brought out. It was quite satisfying really, and his father suggested to him that they could roast some golden marshmallows later in the evening if they wanted. Nice... The evening passed fairly quickly. There was no TV reception up here of course, and besides, part of the reason to be here was to spend a little family time together; so they played a board game or two, and of course there was always the DVD player and numerous movies they could watch if it came to that. It had been a rather exciting day for Jack, and as they watched a movie, his mind kept drifting back up to the pond. His curiosity was running wild, and he couldn't wait to get back out there, and get to the bottom of this current mystery. So when the movie had finished, Jack yawned in earnest, and told his parents he was going to turn in. He wanted to get an earlier start in the morning, so that he had more time to explore. And with that he went back downstairs and into the small bedroom, closing the bedroom door behind him. The boy slipped out of his tee shirt and shorts leaving them piled on a chair near the bed, and wearing only a pair of white cotton briefs he slipped under the covers of his bed. He lay there in thought for several minutes, hands tucked behind his head, and then suddenly he remembered something. Reaching out toward the chair, Jack grabbed hold of his cargo shorts and pulled them to him. Unbuttoning one of the leg pockets he retrieved his nearly forgotten cell phone, and tossed the shorts carelessly back toward the chair, where they hung for a moment before slipping off to the floor. Jack hadn't noticed though, as he was anxiously turning on his cell phone and touching the pictures icon. He came to the 'deer' pictures first, and though he had three or four nice ones, he quickly thumbed past them wanting to see the ones he'd taken after that, when he had lifted the phone over the brush and blindly snapped several pics. The first image he came to was rather blurry. It showed some of the of pond, the brush, and barely at the edge of the picture was part of another shape. Too blurry to make out, and almost out of frame. The boy thumbed to the next pic, and his excited anticipation grew. The picture was still out of focus, since he'd been moving the camera and shooting blindly, but at least this time the little shape was fully in frame. Jack scrunched his nose and squinted at the picture, as if trying to make it out more clearly. He shook his head negatively though, and thumbed to the final picture. Instantly his eyes went wide with excitement. "Fuck'n a..." he mumbled to himself. Still not the best picture in frame or focus, but it was quite easy to see what the shape was now. Crouching there, at the edge of the lake was a kid. A totally naked kid with long hair. It looked at first as if it was a girl, the hair was so long but... Jack strained to see, and with his fingertips he pinched the screen to enlarge the picture. His eyes widened again. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Blurred as it was, Jack could see now that this was certainly no girl. The dangly thing between it's legs made it obvious that this naked figure was that of a boy. Jack swallowed hard as he examined the picture. It was hard to tell, but the boy might be about eleven or twelve. That was just a guess of course. Squatted down like that it was hard to tell just how big he was. Jack thought back to the footprints he'd seen in the soft ground. The foot was just slightly smaller than his own. He tossed the bed covers back to look down at his own bare foot, as if to make a mental comparison. There was something about this picture though, and Jake shivered once with excitement. Was it the mysteriousness of it, being out of focus like this. Almost a teasing glimpse of this kid. Or... Or was it because the boy wasn't wearing any clothes. Whatever it was, it was having an odd effect on Jack. He shut off the phone and lowered his arm to the bed, deep in thought. His covers were still thrown back, and the boy glanced down at his mostly exposed body. He was a bit surprised to see the obvious bulge there in his cotton briefs. He hadn't even realized that whatever this excitement was, he'd become aroused as a result of it. Jack slid his hand down and felt the firm rise through his shorts. Yep, no doubt about it, the boy was stiff as a board, fully aroused. He swallowed once as he continued to finger himself through the thin cotton undies. "Geeze..." he mumbled, not quite sure why he suddenly found himself so amped up and aroused. He was a pubescent boy after all, and it certainly didn't take much to get him boned up, that's just the way puberty was. But still... He thought about what he'd seen today; a naked boy. His penis twitched once in his shorts, and Jack looked down quizzically at himself again. At home, he'd gotten into the practice of masturbating each night when he went to bed, and it certainly felt like the thing to do now. He was quite aware that he was more than a little excited, and he was feeling a bit of an adrenalin rush deep inside him. Reaching out, Jack clicked off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Tossing the bed covers aside even further, he reached down and took hold of the waistband of his briefs, quietly slipping them down his hips, and then kicking them off under the covers with his foot. Closing his eyes Jack took hold of his warm, tumescent boyhood and began a slow, methodical, and pleasing massage. At first he simply enjoyed the feeling of it, not really thinking about anything in particular. But as his ministrations progressed, his young imaginative mind began to wander, and fill with various and stimulating images. At first he tried to think of a girl he knew from school, but quickly his mind wandered... He thought about a few of his friends, other boys he'd been in the locker room at school with, or at the local pool, or when they had changed clothes during sleepovers. He swallowed again curiously, and stroking himself in earnest now, his mind played over these various images and memories of those shared naked moments. And then, just as suddenly he was thinking about the boy at the pond again. The naked boy; and for some reason these thoughts were wildly compelling to him. "Mmm...mmm..." quiet sounds began coming from him as his nude physique filled with pleasurable feelings. His youthful body squirmed a bit against the soft cotton sheets of the bed as he enjoyed the primal tingles and sensations spreading through him. "Oh god..." he sighed in a barely audible whisper as his penis twitched again in his fingers. The boy licked dry lips, breathing through his mouth now in his excited state. And still the images danced in his mind, as his hips squirmed erotically on the bed, cheeks and thighs clenching and twitching. "Ohhh...ahh..ah..." His swollen four and a half inch boy tool was straining, his groin beginning to tingle with the rush of endorphins. And then came the unique joy of orgasm. Suddenly his thighs seized, his toes curled in excited pleasure, and in a heated rush he came... Warm creamy spurts of young boy honey splooging up onto his belly, oozing out onto his fingers and coating his straining purplish knob. "Ohhhhhh...ohhh..ahh...." He grunted, his young body shuddered erratically in pure ecstasy, then finally released him as he lay there, panting and expended in the darkness. "Fuck'n a..." he breathed at last, mouth dry. In the darkness he fumbled for his tee shirt on the chair, and he used it to wipe up the sticky mess from his stomach and the drippings on his pubic mound. He wiped off his fingers with the shirt, then absently sucked the knuckle of his thumb, sensing some wetness there. "Mmm..." Tossing the tee shirt onto the floor, Jack reached down and pulled the covers back up over his naked torso, and he shivered once as the sheet rubbed across his still sensitive boy pole. "Oh man," he breathed aloud, "that was a good one..." He lay there in the darkness for a long moment wanting to think about it, but weariness quickly overtook him. He fell asleep, thinking about tomorrow, and how he would continue his quest up in the woods. For now though, it was left to his dreams. Fairly vivid dreams about finding the naked boy by the pond. Wanting desperately to put a face to him and solve this most peculiar mystery... ~~End of Chapter One ~~ (To be Continued) Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing, absolutely nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys.... Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy Comments are always welcome at new email; ( ians.daydream@gmail.com ) I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it...