Walking in Circles - 6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

‘Zach buddy, are you awake? Hey buddy, I need a fishing buddy so why don’t you get dressed and come with your old grandpa? I’ll leave a note for your parents so they don’t worry when they wake up.’

Damn, I need to pee. But, I really want to stay with this dream. God, I miss my Grandpa. I hated it when he woke me up at like 4 or 5 in the morning though. Tell ya what though, it was exciting too, you know leaving without asking my parents, obviously he didn’t ask first. It never took me long to get dressed and hop in his old clunky pickup truck. He always said that if he won the lottery the first thing he’d do is buy some Bondo for Old Bessie. He was crazy, he always made me laugh.

Alright, getting up. I should see if Sean wants to get some more sleep. I was wizzing behind a tree when I hear, “Nice dick dude!” Sean was in the tree above me.

I shook it a few extra times than I actually needed to before hiding my monster out of sight. “That was perfect, Little Dude. I mean, you didn’t sound like you wanted to go on a date, it was like, you were congratulating me for having a trophy. Which, I kinda feel like it is!” God, I crack me up. Sean was smiling ear to ear, obviously proud of himself. He had started working his way down. “What’re ya doing up there.”

“I just wanted to see what was around us and it seemed like a good place to be if anything happened.”

“What did you see, anything?”

Sean had just got to the last branch but instead of just letting him drop, I motioned for him to let me catch him. Yeah, I don’t know why either, it’s not like he would have hurt himself, I guess I just thought it was the polite thing to do. He hesitated for a second then I caught him with his dick literally pressed under my chin. It’s warm and even through his jeans I could feel his girth. Most of all, I noticed a while ago he has a very distinct body odor. On body odor standards, it’s not like a foul smell, like some people I’ve come across in the past (like damn dude, meet a bar of Irish Spring will ya), it’s more like I ask myself what he eats, or something, you know to not stink. Anyway, with his crotch pressed against my face, for the 2 seconds it was, I found it was that same smell, but in full strength, right up against my fucking face. I, uh, I wasn’t grossed out.

“Well, the lake goes longer than I can see in both directions. I could see a couple of beaches but definitely didn’t see any signs of civilization.”

“Do you want to try to get some more sleep?” We had started walking to the fort, we could hear one of those morning birds singing, made me think of Grandpa again. “Actually, that sounds great, just don’t let me sleep more than an hour-ish.”

I came in behind him so I could put more sticks in the fire, but mainly so I could grab the fishing pole. At the old camp we at a decent amount of fish, it was shallow enough not to actually need a pole, but I figured if it ever got deep enough it sure would help. Grandpa and I used cain poles a lot. They were long bamboos with fishing lines tied to them. Well, I didn’t see any bamboo anywhere so I tied electrical wire from the bikes to the end of different long branches. Then, I tied them to a battery to see if they could take the weight. It was about my fifth try that I found one that easily handled it. It was definitely heavier than the cain poles my Grandpa had, but I wouldn’t lose most fish I might catch, well not because of the pole anyway. We had made hooks from bones and from pieces of metal from the bikes, they weren’t perfect but they should do the trick as long as they get in their mouths far enough.

There’s plenty of bugs to use as bait, I found the slow moving beetles were getting the most attention. Before I knew it, I had caught 2 good sized catfish. I made a fire at the far side of the beach, sorta close to the hill which formed the cove. I had cut the fish into fillets and had put them on a long thin rock balanced across two rocks surrounding the fire. As they were cooking I buried the fish remains but put a marker on them in case I wanna dig them up to use as bait. Sean must have been able to smell them cooking because I saw him walking towards me. He had the metal part of the bike seat we made an ugly pot out of, and the wooden chunk of wood with a hole dug into it he uses as a cup, and the motor head from one of the bikes I use as mine. “That smells amazing, I brought some pine to make tea.”

“Perfect, these are almost done. You git enough sleep there, buddy?”

“Yeah, plenty. I think we should try to stay a few more nights before we take off.”

“I actually agree and was hoping you’d want to. I hate to know some freak is out there fucking with us. But, I feel like we’d have a chance against him here if it comes to that.”

“Exactly. Plus, I think we should think about building some kind of boat. We could get away from the shore and the trees. Maybe even move faster. Plus, we can find places to pull in here and there.”

“I swear Sean, it’s like you can get in my head and tell what I’m thinking! Here try it now…. What am thinking right now?”

“Hahaha, THAT’S EASY, Your Horny, what else would you think about?”

I put on my best shock face. “Excuse me? I beg your pardon! What kind of boy do you think I am?”

We both laughed hard, it really felt good to laugh with full bellies and warm sun. I mean we had tears streaming down our faces. I know it wasn’t that funny, it’s just we had so much tension that had to be released. When we were laying in the sand as we were calming down, I looked at Sean and I felt my tears of laughter turning to tears of sadness. “I’m sorry we had to meet like this, I always wanted a friend like you.”

Sean had started to sob a little, “I love you too.”

“Whoa, back off Queer Boy, nobody said anything about love!” We both stopped breathing for a second then just busted in full on hysteria all over again.

After cleaning up ‘Queer Boy’ and I decided we should check the traps we had set. We worked our way around picking up sticks, as if that was our purpose, in case fuckwad was watching us. We were in the thicket slightly up hill, Sean got ahead of me and all of a sudden started yelling my name, “Come here quick!”

I dropped everything I was carrying, I had readied my bow and arrow by the time I was near him. He just motioned me to come closer slowly. As I got up beside him I saw a wolf pup had found it’s way into one of the snare traps. He seemed sad but content for the moment. I kept my bow at the ready “The pack will be close by, probably watching us right now.”

“Well, we can’t just leave it like this, and YOU ARE NOT going to Kill it!”

I looked at Sean like what else can we do? He looked at me like, well you ain’t killing it. I looked at him like, well you better fucking say something or I’m shooting the fucker!

“Fine, I’ll go up and cut the cord. If it tries to bite me then shoot it, not me! Or if you see it’s mom or something shoot. Ok?”

I just nodded at him, like you’re a dumbass and I should just kill it, but do what you fucking want. Seriously, it’s funny, I really do think he understood everything exactly that way. Weird huh?

Slowly he moved towards the pup. He had a wild frightened look but wasn’t acting like a fight, more like he accepted whatever his fate was going to be as long as he didn’t have to stay like this any longer. I think Sean read the same thing so he went about cutting. As soon as it broke I expected the pup to run off. Instead it was Sean who ran to me. The pup just stayed in it’s same spot it was in. “Sean, I think it’s either injured or sick. Go back and see if you can pick it up. I’ll shoot any other thing that moves.”

Sean looked at me like, really now you want me to pick it up? He also basically said I was crazy with his face, more the shape of his mouth. I smiled, a crooked smile, and nodded as if saying get to it. I swear, I am really enjoying our non verbal communication skills. He just turned and crept back to the pup. This time Sean was the one who looked scared, he even had that acceptance of whatever fate would come from trying to pick up a wild wolf. When he was right up to it, I heard Sean, “Oh you poor thing..”

Sean scooped it up, holding it close to his chest. Even whispering in it’s ear to calm it. “He rolled over as I got to him, offering his belly!” Sean was smiling from ear to ear but with sad eyes of pity for this pup.

“Alright, feel around his hind leg to see if it’s injured.” Sean felt up and down each paw squeezing to see if he would flinch.

“No, but he is very warm.”

“See if you can touch his nose. If it’s cold it’s probably sick.”

“I think it does feel cold, is that true? Is he sick?”

“I don’t know for sure, but that’s what my Grandpa used to say about his dogs. Take him to the camp, I’ll follow ya ready to shoot if we get confronted by momma wolf.”

We made it to camp without seeing any signs of a wolf watching. Sean has really gone gaga fast over this pup. He immediately wrapped it in one of the sleeping bags and kept petting him around his head. Pup closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep. “Are you good here while I see if I can find us some food?”

“Yeah, we’re fine, can ya bring him some water first?”

Oh lord, here we go…. I did as the Princess commanded. At the moment the pup is completely content in Sean’s arms. “Ok, I will be back.” Sean just nodded not even looking at me. Fine, I get it, I even have a soft spot for the pup, but do you gotta turn into a lactating woman? Whatever, I got work to do.

As I continued to check the traps, focused mainly on animal traps in case I am being watched, one dead fall had a rabbit in it. It’s hind quarters were sticking out, and after moving the rock I saw it’s head hadn’t been completely smushed. Ha, that’ll show that bunny. Now that I have something for us to eat, I just glanced at most of the remaining traps on my way to the spot where I had prepared the fish. I was excited to have the rabbit pelt. I think I can make some pretty cool gloves or how about a loin cloth. I swear, I am one of the funniest people I know.

This time I decided to make a spit over the fire. After I got the guts out, I decided to cook the heart on the stone, but I burried the rest near the fish parts. I chuckled while ramming a stick up it’s butt, I know I’m twisted, but it’s funny so lighten up. Anyway, it took a minute to get the right height for the spit, and I had to keep the fire consistent while trying to turn the rabbit. That wasn’t working very well, the damn stick just spins inside. So, if I use another stick to push it over it will stay upside down till gravity starts kicking in. Well that rabbit smelled absolutely delicious. I made a grid style matt with sticks and strips of a baby trees bark to tie it together. Not the strongest thing in the world, but I will be able to get the cooked rabbit to camp. With a series of leaves to lay the meat on, it should help keep the grease from getting all down the front of me. Before, I started to carry it I saw a raspberry bush, so I covered all the remaining space on my flimsy tray. I never cease to impress myself, I only dropped about four raspberries the whole way, and the grease dripped down my left arm just a little.

“Oh my god, Zach that smells amazing, what is it?”

“Rabbit and raspberries, see if the pup wants some.” We didn’t need to even try. It got up and started wagging it’s tail. I tore off a couple chunks and held it out in my palm. The pup looked weak but made it’s way to me and ate from my palm. He’s pretty cool, really reminds me of a german shepherd pup, all fluffy. Sean and I took turns giving him some of our meat. We deboned the rest and put the meat in a clay jar. I need to make some better ones.

“I wanna find a path up the ridge on the far side. Hopefully we can see further out and if there’s anything we can use. Do you want to come with me? We can see if your pup wants to follow us. Haha we could make a carrier you could put over your shoulders like a papoose.” Sean’s eyes got big, like he was begging. “Alright, let me see what I can find. I swear, the lengths I will through to keep you happy, people would think you’re my boyfriend “ I had already turned as I was saying it, and thank God, because I know I turned bright red just saying shit like that.

After using long strips of soft bark woven together, I have to admit, it’s pretty damn cool. I just hope it’s big enough. “All this better be worth it.” Well, I don’t know who I’m talking to, and I certainly don’t know what I mean about ‘worth it’. What is that anyway, worth a back rub? Hell yes! That’s what I am gonna ask for!

“Here, let me help you.” I got the pup settled in with it’s hind legs sticking through holes at the bottom, his back to Sean’s chest and his head and front paws just sticking out the top looking at the world. “Fuck, I wish I had a camera right now. That’s fantastic.”

“Zach, thank you, I love it. Look how happy Jacob is in this.”

“Jacob? From ‘Twilight’?”

“YES, I am so impressed that you got that!”

“You know, your funny. I like that! Come on Jacob, let’s go for a hike.” I grabbed the bear stomach water bottle and a small cup. We both grabbed spears and bows with several arrows. Then we set off.

The path was steep at times though we found it stayed reasonably easy to climb. Once at the top we looked in both directions and couldn’t see an end to the lake. We supposed it could be either; one of the Great Lakes, or part of a river system. Either way, it’s hard to imagine we’d be that far away from some kind of civilization. “Sean, I really want to build a boat like we talked about. I feel like it would be safer out there.. Have you had any ideas how to do that?”

“Actually, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I would definitely want to bring everything we have. Somehow have the cart and everything else. I just am not sure what to use. It could take a long time to make one safe enough.” Sean came up close and leaned his back onto my left side. Eh, I didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Zach, do you know those tools farmers used to use to cut grass fields?”

“You mean like a cycle?”

“Yeah, would you be able to make something like that?” What is Little Queer Boy thinking about now?

“Well, I’ve been thinking about trying to make a machete out of one of the fenders from the bikes. That would probably work well enough, what do ya have in mind?”

He turned to look me in the face, “Let’s give Jacob some water and sit for a minute, he’s making me sweat.”

As the pup was drinking he was wagging his tail. “My father is an Engineer, and my mother is an artist. They loved to take me and my older brother and sister to some wilderness. We built forts and pretty cool rafts . Dad was always telling us about history and how they did things. It was fun actually. Well, one of the best rafts we made was from bundles of grass bound together. Over time it would absorb water and get heavy, I had thought back then that we should have had wood under it to make it more stable and.boyant longer.”

“You have a sister? Is she pretty?” I could just imagine that if she even looked a little like Sean, she’d be Hot as Fuck.

“Seriously? That’s what you heard, after all that “ I could tell he wasn’t amused.

“Well, literally I was just thinking that if she even looked a little like you, she’d be Hot.”

Sean made a face like ‘What’ then he got one those crooked smiles , “Does that mean you think I’m Hot?”

“Nope, so don’t even try it Queer Boy.”

He just kept that damn smirk, whatever. “Where are you gonna get bundles of grass?”

Sean pointed on the other side of the ridge away from the shore to the left. I saw a huge clearing with what looked like a field of wheat. “Oh, that could work.”

“Do really think we can do it?”, somehow I think he knows that if he makes that begging face that I’d agree to almost anything. Ugh.

“I really do, plus I would bet money that it would be the coolest raft this water has ever seen.” Oh geez, there’s that damn smirk again.

“Let’s get back to camp and eat some more rabbit. I could use a little rest too.” Sean nodded and scooped up Jacob. I still had to help get him in properly but Sean is getting the hang of it.

As we got down Sean made a dash to where I had found the raspberries. That’s awesome with our meat. So, I came over and put a bunch in the bottom of my t-shirt. We were mostly silent as we entered the fort. We got the meat and put the berries in the other jar. Jacob was sniffing around and came to us for a bite of rabbit. I think he’s so cute with the off white color highlighted in his black fur. It’s on the inside of his ears and above his eyes by where his muzzle starts. Most of the sides of his muzzle are that off white color but becomes whiter as it goes down the front of his chest.

“Sean, I decided that I deserve a massage for the extra work I’ve been doing.” I tried to sound like I wasn’t hopeful, but I know I was.

He just nodded and pointed to the sleeping bags, “Take off your shirt and lay down.”

That’s when I realized how stained my shirt was from the berries. Ugh. I tossed it to the side and was so excited to get a real massage. Sean straddled my butt basically sitting on it. Started at my shoulders and used the heal of his palms applying pressure on the width of my back. It’s like heaven, I shit you not. He would be pushing in a spot and I’d think I should tell him to do a different spot, but he would move to that spot before I could think of a way to even describe it to him. Little Dude has me like putty in his hands. To work on my lower back he moved his crotch to my thighs. He thumbed along my spine and up my back. Over and over, I would have fallen asleep if it wasn’t for me feeling his dick every time he leaned forward to go up my back. So Little Dude is definitely hard, I get it, I am a good looking guy. No I ain’t conceded, I just know that people like the way I look. So why wouldn’t a gay guy get turned on while he’s rubbing my back. Every now and then I feel his thumbs go below my waist band and his hands spread across my hips. I swear it feels A-Maze-ing. He would stay on my sides and move up. Occasionally I could feel him give a little extra pressure of his cock against the bottom of my ass as he reached up to my shoulders. FUCK, why the fuck is that making me hard? Should I make him stop?

I didn’t have to say anything because he moved off my legs. Thank God, he’s working on my feet, damn that is fantastic too. Sean grabbed an ankle with one hand and rubbed my calf and my knee with the other, then he switched legs. It was when he put a hand on each thigh he pressed up to the edge of my ass. Again and again. Now I feel him putting his cock on my feet when he’s doing that. Before I could decide what I thought about that he changed to squeezing one thigh while pressing his thumbs in the middle of my thigh. Fucking hell, that feels so good. He brings it down to my knee then straight up the whole length of my thigh with that pressure. Not only is he making my thigh feel great, but he gets his hand into the crack of my butt and his fingers on my balls. Over and over I am so fucking hard. I think I was disappointed for a moment when he stopped, till he started on my other thigh like that. Oh shit he presses all the way up again. I am even tempted to spread my legs but I ain’t gonna start no gay shit like that.

He goes back to doing both thighs together but applying extra pressure up on my ass cheeks. Bloody Fucking Hell! He is rocking my world with this shit. He shoved each thumb down into my taint and spread outward towards my hips over and over. He was actually making my legs spread a little further apart each time. I ain’t sure but I think I might have felt his breath near my butthole. What the fuck? I think I am leaking pre like I am ready to fuck.

He stopped for a minute, I can’t move to see what he’s doing. I am just so relaxed. Then the worst thing ever, I hear him say, “Turn over so I can do the front.”

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I CAN’T, I mean it, I can’t do that, but I can’t say that either. Damnit, I don’t know what to fucking do. “Zach, it’s alright, it’s just you and me. I would never tell anyone about any of this. Just roll over and let me keep going.”

I hear what your saying Little Dude, I know what you mean too. I think it’s because I’ll know. But, what will I know? I let some dude suck my cock while I was lost in the wilderness for a month, or more? Is that really such a horrible thing? I mean look, this little gay dude wants it, I ain’t asking for it. Fuck it. I am rolling, so slowly, and I’m getting my arm across my eyes. Oh my God, What am I doing?

I am not doing anything, but Sean is already rubbing the tops of my thighs his thumbs come right up under my balls. Pretty sure my dick is about to stick out the top of my jeans. He goes up my hips just missing my dick. He goes back down the whole way to my feet and back up again. Shit this time I feel the heat from his hand along the side side of my dick and I know for sure that pushed the head out over the top of my jeans. Man, I think he’s looking right at it. He goes back to my feet and my heart is pounding so hard as he goes back up. Before he gets there I definitely feel my cock pre on my stomach. Sean let his thumb go up on my cock and across the head. This time though his hands went all the way up onto my chest. I can’t help but to gasp as his tongue wipes across the head. I think it probably licked up some more of my pre. I don’t know how much more I can take. He brought his hands all the way back down to my feet but he grabbed at my waistband on his way down and managed to expose more of my throbbing cock. The dude didn’t even unbutton my jeans and has most of it sticking out. FUCK

I held my breath as he started his hands back up and his hand wrapped around my cock pulling on it as he moved up to my chest. Yep, there it is. My cock is in his mouth. He’s not moving his mouth, he’s just swirling his tongue over It driving my crazy. He keeps doing that while he gets my jeans unbuttoned. As soon as I feel my zipper go down he plunges my cock head into the back of his throat. I feel him back off and plunge about four or ten times. All I know is it wasn’t long enough, I just couldn’t hold it back. I wanted to keep it going. Nope, I shot so much cum down his throat, that if my cum was water I would have drowned a fish. I mean he didn’t back off and if anything it made him even more forceful. I could feel him jacking his big dick while he pulls every last drop of my cum out of my nuts. Then I felt his scorching cum hit my feet and up my pant legs. Dude kept sucking, shooting, and panting for air. I swear I was cumming again during all this. He laid down on my legs with my dick still in his mouth. Even as my dick deflated he wouldn’t let it out.

I literally could feel myself slip into a deep sleep.