Walking Wounded

by Jodie Halliday

  “Oh, he hasn’t.”

  “You sure?” said Frank, pulling the sheet right down. “Oh my goodness! Well, that still seems to work,” he said, staring at the boy’s huge erection. “And no poop like you said.”

  “Shall I wake him?”

  “Tell you what, be the nicest girl in the world to him. Wake him with your fingers on his cock.”

  She grinned and leaned over, taking him in her fist.

  “Hey, gently!” he said, pulling her hand away. “Slowly, there’s no hurry, gently, like this” Frank took the boy’s cock in his fingers and very slowly moved the skin up and down, watching his face for signs of life or pleasure. Frank let go and simply brushed two fingers up and down the shaft as the grin on Leslie’s face widened. Brian moved slightly and fluttered his eyes. Grinning, Frank nudged Leslie and nodded at the boy’s stiff member. She took it in her fingers and copied Frank’s actions, very gently stroking it as it grew in girth and stiffness.

  “Have you ever sucked a cock?” he whispered. She shook her head, grinning at her white lie. “So, try now. Are you wet?” She laughed, nodding. “Course you are. Feel yourself, then wipe it on his cock.” She reached between her legs and gratefully pulled out two wet fingers. “That’s it, wipe it round, nice and gently, then taste yourself on him.”

  “This is so cool!” she whispered, feeling herself again as she leaned over the boy. Frank’s cock throbbed as he watched her work on the boy and he knew she glanced over at him occasionally as her lips slid up and down over Brian’s growing cock. Frank was fully aware that this was likely to be the most erotic moment of her life so far and gathered her long blonde hair so that it stayed away from the activity. She experimented with her actions, sucking around the head, then lapping at it with her tongue. Frank gave her occasional advice but she seemed to learn quickly and settled into a slow, delicate rhythm with her lips.

  “Don’t make him come, just in case he hurts his shoulder. Just wake him up,” said Frank, gently stroking his own cock. The young girl glanced over to him, nodded then looked down towards the man’s cock that was inches now from Brian’s face. “This is one of the things you wanted to do at the campsite, right?”

  Leslie giggled, nodded and carried on, breathing quietly as she slurped around the purple head. Less than a minute later Frank reached out and pulled her head up. He touched the boy’s face, surprised at the softness of his skin. “Brian, how do you feel? Brian, wake up, time for something to drink!”

  He groaned, moving slightly and tried to look down at his legs but the pain appeared to be too much. He flopped back against the pillow, his eyes closed again.

  “Feel like shit!” he said in a weak voice.

  “We’ll give you some tea. Are you hungry?”

  He shook his head.

  “Need to go to the bathroom?”

  He shook his head and looked around for the tea. “Here, drink from this spoon,” said Leslie, offering it to his lips. She spooned about half a mug into him, slopping it only a couple of times which she cleaned up with the towel. As she sat next to him she brushed against his cock occasionally, pleased that it still showed interest. He leaned back against the pillow and closed his eyes, at which point she kissed his forehead and left the room.

  “He’s asleep,” said Leslie, placing the cup by the sink.

  “And his cock? Did you put that to sleep?” he said, grinning.

  “It’s very much awake, looking for action,” she said, noting that Frank was still very hard.

  “Let’s eat, I’m starving after all this activity.”

  Chapter 6

  Leslie leaned against the bedroom door and watched Brian’s chest rise and fall slowly under the blanket, his face flushed but peaceful under the light from the living room. She had mixed feelings about him now, and instead of the giddy lust and passion that she had felt a few weeks ago, and even that morning, she now wondered why he hadn’t been able to trust her with his problem back on the trail. She recalled watching him walking in front of her, swinging a stick at the long grass and kicking stones out of the way, full of energy and life. Now though he was exhausted, lying in bed asleep and possibly seriously ill. She recalled his cock, buried in muck when she had pulled his underwear down and she had truly thought that he had suffered an accident when he fell that had somehow ripped his cock off. He did however still have a cute face even though it was pale and sweaty. She smiled. Perhaps all would be well in a few days.

  Frank dropped to his knees and reached under the bed to pull out a mattress that looked remarkably clean. He bent it carefully to get it clear of the bed and wall.

  “Grab that end and we’ll take this through, dump it near the fire,” he said, pushing as Leslie pulled and guided it through the door. “We can rest on here and keep an eye on lover boy.”

  “Hey, he’s nice!” she protested.

  “I’m sure he is, just a few mistakes today though which could have killed you both,” said Frank seriously.

  “Yeah but, like, you don’t have to keep reminding me, OK?” Irritated, she entered the kitchen and sought out her small toiletries bag from her backpack. She noted that Frank had cleaned the kitchen up, washed and dried the plates and cutlery all while she had been looking in on Brian. She wondered what they would have done without any assistance, where they might be at this time. With some luck they could have made a little progress in trying to get back to where her mother had dropped them off but even if they had got there it would be totally deserted and offered no guarantee of cell phone coverage. Returning, she watched Frank making their bed.

  “Here, grab this sheet and we can double it up and get some rest. If he wakes then we should both be with him just in case anything serious happens.”

  Leslie turned to him quickly. “Like what?”

  “I don’t know. He had a pretty big bash against those rocks though, remember that he couldn’t stand without our help. If he has concussion then he should see a doctor I would think, or if he wakes up disorientated.”

  “Dis what?”

  “If he doesn’t know where he is, or doesn’t recognize you.”

  Leslie stood motionless as she absorbed what he had said and the realization dawned on her that perhaps Brian’s injuries were more serious than she had imagined. She watched Frank tuck in the sheet and belatedly bent to help with the other side before sliding between the sheets. Frank joined her on the mattress before reaching out and to turn down the kerosene lamp to the palest flicker. She looked around the darkened room and realized suddenly that for the first time in her life she was in bed with a man. They were both naked and the best part she thought, grinning at the wall, was that she could honestly say that they had ended up in bed only hours after meeting, a wonderful twist to the story when she related it to her friends. She was pleased with the thought that this fantasy situation had crept up on her and wasn’t the result of the endless scheming and plotting that had been acted out after hours of masturbatory dreams.

  The day’s events unrolled through her mind, from their late start from the house, the fun walking along the track through the forest, and then disaster in less than ten seconds. She recalled the sick feeling, the helplessness she had experienced when she found Brian unconscious down by the river and the elation when Frank arrived. Her smile turned to dismay as she thought about how helpful he had been to both of them and how she had shit all over his lap. She wondered whether what he did to her ass had been what they called anal sex. His cock seemed to slip in so easily and she thought that if it wasn’t for the pain in her stomach it might have felt quite nice. She was convinced that Frank was somehow their guardian angel. She felt him shift on the mattress and held her breath with her heart beating wildly. She glanced from left to right, trying to detect any movement in the near darkness as she wondered what he was going to do.

  He eventually turned to her. “So you would have been at the campsite by now I suppose, having dinner?” he asked.

  She breathed out loudly.
“Yes, but we only had those cans and I’m not sure if we had a can opener. I didn’t think of one anyway.” She stared at the ceiling directly ahead, rewinding the process of packing her backpack, cursing her airheaded stupidity.

  “Oh, so not so well planned then?”

  “No, we thought of the trip yesterday and set off this morning” Leslie paused and turned to Frank. “Well, I thought of it and had this big romantic dream.”

  “Sunlight in the forest, kissing in the long grass.”

  “The whole thing.”

  “Any walkie-talkies, or a whistle in case of danger?”

  “No.”

  “A map, hiking shoes, extra food?”

  She waited and shuffled in the bed, irritated with him again. “No, nothing like that, we just sort of left the house after he got round to my place.”

  “Did Brian know the plan? I mean about the romantic time in the long grass, kissing your body for hours on end, naked in the moonlight?” She felt his fingers on her arm.

  Leslie smiled and seemed to revel in the thought as she stretched out a little. “No, not really. He knows I fancy him, but not the plan.” She exhaled, blowing loudly as though summoning courage, or perhaps preventing more tears. “He was to be my first.”

  “So you could tell everyone at school?”

  “Actually, doing it with your cousin isn’t exactly, you know, like, the coolest news” Leslie was silent, shuddering lightly as she breathed through her nose, trying to control her emotions. She felt his fingers on her shoulder. “But he’s very special to me.”

  Frank sensed her growing misery and touched her cheek. “He still can be though. It would be your secret.”

  “It’s a mess. I’m so sorry that we messed up your holiday. If you hadn’t come along I know we would have died.”

  “Oh I don’t know about that, it’s still quite warm at night at this time of year.”

  “Course we would. We couldn’t go anywhere, I would have had to leave him unconscious by the river and try and find help, probably in the dark. Then bears or snakes would have attacked me or him.” She cried quietly and turned away from him.

  “Shh,” he said, putting his arm around her shoulders. “It worked out fine” She quickly turned towards him and rested on his shoulder, hugging him closer.

  “Only because of you. If he had said to me he needed to poop I would have looked the other way.”

  “Is that why he fell?”

  “Yeah. Stupid idiot, eh? He ran off, trying to hide.” Her sobs were louder as she nestled into his neck. “Fucking day, some fucking dream eh?”

  Frank brushed the hair out of her eyes and kissed her forehead, wishing she had a more developed vocabulary. “There there, you’re safe now and you look wonderful,” he said, kissing her cheek.

  “I probably look like crap,” she said, then laughed a little at the comment.

  “Earlier you did, so did I, but you’re totally clean now. We both are, remember?”

  She shook her head slowly as she again recalled the episode. “Mmm, and I was sick I think, from the smell.”

  “Or the three pounds of poisonous berries you ate? But I kissed you afterwards, remember?”

  “Oh my god, yes you did!” she cried in amazement, then paused and said, very quietly “Yes, you did.” She nuzzled in closer to him.

  Frank leaned towards her and kissed her lips. She breathed in sharply, the unexpected contact confusing her momentarily. “You still like me?” she asked as her hand reached round the back of his head.

  “Of course, you’re pretty and intelligent,” he said, tracing the curve of her jaw.

  “Intelligent? Nobody has ever called me that,” she said, looking up at him with a smile.

  “Perhaps nobody talks to you that much or has fun with you?” he said, knowing that she had been waiting for years for someone to say that. He smiled at her and knew that further flattery was probably going to be unnecessary.

  “I don’t know. It was fun talking about travel though, and helping you do stuff around the cabin. I really want to see the world now. I’m going to see what books there are in the library.” Her hand wandered around to his back and pulled gently so that the tip of his semi-stiff cock brushed against her stomach. He ran his fingers lightly across her side and touched the curve of her breast.

  “Here’s some sunlight and long grass for you then,” he whispered as he kissed her, pushing his tongue gently between her lips. She pushed her hips forward, giving away her needs as his hand gripped her buttock and squeezed.

  “Ooh!” she whispered in amazement as his cock pushed against her stomach.

  “Hmm, hard again,” said Frank.

  “Wow, it has a life of its own.”

  “You’re making it like that you know, your body against mine.”

  “Really? Just a kiss?”

  “Really, but it’s special when it’s from you.”

  She slipped her arm around his neck, smiling at the compliment. “Thank you, again. You’ve been so great to us even though we fucked up,” she said as she pushed her little breasts against his chest.

  Frank caressed her nipple lightly, tweaking the tight bud very carefully between his fingers as he kissed from her lips round to her ear. She sighed with pleasure, gripping his head in her hands as her bottom jerked forward, mashing her little mound against his hardness. He caressed her back, pulling her gently towards him, knowing that his touch on her nipple had sent a thrill though her little body.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered, pushing her leg over his as they caressed. Her hands traced along his back, pulling him closer. To her immense delight Frank nibbled her ear and then descended to her breasts by way of the little valley between her young mounds. He felt her pussy rubbing on his leg and he had a strong suspicion that she was already very wet.

  “I’m going to kiss every inch of you,” he whispered. She exhaled loudly, her grip strong and imploring. “Every soft, erotic inch of your beautiful young body, to make up for your problems today.”

  “Yes.”

  “Even where nobody has ever been before.”

  He took her nipple again in his lips and pulled. Her breasts were tiny, perhaps only thirty-one or two but responsive and seemed to be connected very well to her sense of erotic pleasure. He reached down past her thighs, down to her feet, and pulled her left foot up, opening her. Her sigh gave him the permission he needed and he kissed down over her stomach and into the small patch of fine blond hair above her pussy. Her breathing was heavy now, and she rose off the mattress to meet his mouth, trying to get her clit in contact with him, with anything.

  “Are you wet?” he asked, licking just below her navel.

  “What?” she asked with some embarrassment.

  “Your pussy.”

  She shrugged and held him closer.

  “Touch it, tell me if my tongue will find a wet pussy.”

  She reached down slowly between them, pushing past his rampant cock and slid her middle finger between her pussy lips. She smiled and brought her hand back up. He took it and licked her fingers.

  “Middle one,” she said, watching his face. He licked and smiled back at her.

  “You taste wonderful, so clean, so very wet.”

  She guided his head as he leaned down again, his tongue edging down towards her pussy. Frank marveled at the girl’s tiny body, the short distance between her hardened nipples, her navel and then the tiny patch of golden-blonde hair. He kissed just above the start of her public hair and licked a line down towards her silky thighs.