THE BEGINNING Jimmy had a faint feeling that he was wet. He felt as if he were surrounded by water, and it was reaching for him, trying to pull him under, to reclaim him for its own. His head hurt, and he could not yet see, nor remember anything. What was he doing there? Where was there? The sunlight beating down on him blinded him, his eyes hurt, as if they were being burned from their sockets.
His lips were parched, his mouth dry.
He felt a heat rising from his body; it felt as if he were on a large frying pan, his body's moisture seeping away from the heat of the pan, being absorbed by the harsh heat light. A small wave crashed up and over Jimmy, bringing him closer to total consciousness. The water felt good on his body, and some of it entered his mouth, which is partially opened in an effort to suck oxygen from this vacuum. When yet another wave of water came crushing over him his body moved from the force of it and he was rolled onto his side.
In this position the sun wasn't so bad. The cool water seemed to be helping him regain his strength. He opened his eyes, trying to get them to adjust to what laid before him.
Slowly, he began to focus on a spot a few inches in front of him. It was sand. He was on a beach, and he was laying on the shore, right at the point at which the waves reached the beach sand.
As his eyes accustomed themselves to his surroundings, he turned them to explore other things. As far as he could see ahead of himself, there was beach. He could see the water line as it snaked itself down the imperfect sand. Moving his eyes slightly along the sand, he could see what seemed like trees. With a little more focus, he realized that the beach gave away in that direction to what looked to him like a jungle.
CHAPTER 1 "Where the hell am I?" Jimmy asked out loud, although his voice was no more than a croak. Slowly he began to take stock of himself. He wiggled his fingers and then his toes. It seemed as if everything was there, and in working order. Slowly he began to move his limbs. His first attempts brought on stabbing pain.
He thought that he must be badly hurt to feel so much pain, however, the more he tried, he realized that his muscles were what was aching. He felt like he did that time that he had lifted weights with his friends, his muscles had hurt him after that.
This thought pleased him, but when he examined why, he found that although he could remember the incident, he could not remember the other boys. He knew that they were his friends, however, he could not remember their faces, their names, or any details about them. This confused Jimmy, however, he decided not to dwell on all of that right then. Eventually Jimmy was able to move. With what seemed like all of the strength he had, he sat up, using his sore arms to balance himself.
Looking down along his body, he seen dark red skin. He knew that he had one hell of a sunburn, and that it would be painful as all hell when the sun went down. Jimmy noted another thing.
He was naked.
He did not remember what his clothes looked like, or really if he had any, but he knew that he should be dressed, and not lying naked here on this beach, not able to remember anything, with his body burnt to a crisp, right down to his dick. Over a period of ten minutes, Jimmy was able to half walk, half crawl up the beach some, getting himself away from the water.
He knew that the salt water would add to his sunburn, but he didn't know how he knew this fact. With almost every ounce of energy he had in his body, Jimmy pulled himself up the beach until he was finally at the edge of a clump of bushes.
Taking no precautions for wild animals, insects, or anything else, he crawled into the bushes, gasping at the firm cool ground, and the first shade which caressed his body.
Jimmy slept like he had slept when he was a baby. He slept for what seemed like years, all while held safely by his clump of bushes. His bodily functions had returned to somewhat normal, although Jimmy was too tired to notice them. He slept on. He slept as he urinated several times, coating his body and his earth bed with his fluids.
When his bowels released themselves, he did not notice, or care, being lost in his curative sleep. As he turned and rolled during his sleep, he did so in his own feces, covering himself in his waste. Jimmy awoke in a startled state.
He remembered the water and the beach. The water was trying to reclaim him. He relaxed, however, when he found himself safely in his bushes.
He was pleased that he could remember the events which found him in those bushes. Those events were only those, however, which had begun the first time he woke up on the beach in the water. Stretching and yawning, Jimmy sat up.
His mouth was dry, his lips chapped and peeled. He was thirsty as hell. As he looked around his bedroom, he began to sniff, and them he jumped away from his bed, repulsed as he realized that he had been sleeping in a pile of shit.
It took him only a while longer, with the aid of his probing hand, to find out that the shit was his own, and that he had both pissed and shitted himself during his sleep. Jimmy was a little put out at the thought of that, and more put out by his smell.
Standing, he peered out onto the beach to see if he were alone, before he headed off at a slow trot for the water to rinse the waste materials from his body. Returning back to his den, Jimmy surveyed the mess which he had made. He considered cleaning his home up, but then decided that it would take too much effort. He decided that he would find another clump of bushes which he could use to sleep. Wandering around a bit, Jimmy realized that he was in a jungle, or perhaps a rain forest.
Somehow rain forest came to his mind, but he did not know why.
Looking around and listening closely, he began to pick out the sounds of birds and other animals as they began their day.
Looking up into a tree to identify a noise which he had never heard before, he noticed a large bird. It wasn't the bird, however, which captured his attention.
Hanging there on vine-like structures amongst the trees were fruits, fruits which he recognized. There were mangos, and further up there were bananas. Jimmy realized, painfully, how hungry he was. The fruit was fairly high, and he was not sure if he could climb the trees in the first place, but he needed to try.
After several false starts, he managed to climb about five feet, only to loose his footing and tumble to the ground. Luckily, the ground was soft with undergrowth and he did not get hurt. Finally Jimmy was able to reach the mangos.
He wanted to try for the bananas also, but he did not feel strong enough to do so. Knocking about a dozen or so to the ground, he quickly climbed back down from the tree, almost falling again in the process, until he finally reached the soft forest floor.
Squatting down, he gathered his fruit before him, and glancing around for predators, he began to eat, not caring if he showed any manners whatsoever during his dining. At first the sweet nectar of the fruit burned his throat and lips.
He thought for a moment that the food was poison, but quickly realized that he was so dried out and thirsty, that the liquid was hurting him. As he made his way through about a half dozen mangos, his thirst lessened, his stomach began to feel better, and his lips felt less parched.
Not realizing that he situation called for restraint, Jimmy finished all of the mangos which he had managed to knock down from the trees.
As he throw away the last seed, he belched, laughing at the sound of it as it echoed through the forest. Still squatting, he surveyed his surroundings. It still seemed that he was alone, with the exception of the animals. Jimmy felt a pressure in his bladder, and realized that he had to piss. Normally he would have stood, held his penis, and urinated in a proper fashion onto a clump of leaves, or at a tree's base. These were not normal circumstances, however, and Jimmy delighted himself as he began to piss right there as he squatted, not even bothering to hold his penis.
Thirst and hunger quenched, Jimmy decided to head out for a little exploring. He needed to find out where he was, and how he got there. He also knew that it was important that he find some other people, perhaps some adults who could help him. For most of the day Jimmy wandered around, eventually realizing that he was on an island, and that it seemed as if it were a deserted island at that. He knew that the day was almost over. The sun was off to one side of the sky, and it began to get a little cooler.
He knew that he had to find shelter, and fast, least he be caught out in the open when the light failed.
Jimmy was able to find another clump of bushes which seemed even better suited for his needs than the last bunch. He really had to crawl to get into his new house, the branches and crawlers were thick. He realized that any animal which might want to eat him would also have difficulty getting at him, with the exception of snakes.
Jimmy froze and then shuttered at the thought of snakes. He hated snakes. He hoped that he would not have to confront any. During the early part of the evening Jimmy paid the toll for being greedy with the mangos. All of the fruit had played hell with his stomach and his digestion, and he had a violent case of diarrhea. Luckily he was able to get outside of his bedroom each time before his bowels released themselves.
He was able to clean himself sufficiently using leaves from nearby bushes. He hoped that none of them were poisonous, or else he would have hell to pay. Finally his stomach settled down, and he laid there quietly thinking and trying to remember, trying to remember anything.
He knew that his name was Jimmy, but beyond that he was lost. He realized that he didn't even know how old he was. There wasn't any hair around his genitals, so he knew that he wasn't old enough for puberty yet. He didn't know how he knew it, but he knew that older boys and men had hair around their cocks, and that they could shoot cum. While thinking these things, Jimmy let his hand wander down to his own penis, which he fondled tentatively. As his fingers ran up and down his soft flesh, he was on the verge of remembering something, but it would not come in clear.
His penis responded to the caresses he was giving it, it began to fill with blood and grow erect. Jimmy could feel the transformation in his cock, and muttered "hard-on" to himself, but it was if it were a first time experience for him.
When finally Jimmy's cock reached its full height, it stood a proud, angry four inches. Reaching around it, he guessed that it was about as fat as two of his fingers together. Letting his fingers run from tip to stem, he laughed and said, "Big dick!" Somehow this was funny to him, and it made him laugh, but he didn't know why. It was all confusing to him. Without even having to think about it, Jimmy wrapped his hand around his penis, making a fist with his curled fingers.
Nature was taking over at this point, instinct. His hand began to rub the penis, and slide itself up and down its length. Faster and faster his hand went, it becoming no more than a blur as it flew up and down the boy's penis.
Beneath the masturbating hand Jimmy laid panting and twitching, seeking, waiting for the release which he knew would come. Arching his body high to meet the thrusting hand, Jimmy gasped aloud, and then tensed, his body trapped up in its half circle, buttocks high in the air. The pulsating began, one, two, and then three bursts of invisible fluid; a pause, and then two more bursts.
Jimmy was racked in orgasm, his hand still operating on its own, still racing up and down his hardness, until, spent, Jimmy's body returned back to his earth bed, and the hand relinquished its hold on his boyhood.
Jimmy laid breathing heavily as his orgasm subsided, and as his penis returned to its normal flaccid state. All during this process the hand which had brought him such pleasure and confusion continued to gently stoke the softness, and the small orbs nestled in a skin sack between his legs, until sleep overtook both boy and hand; and Jimmy slept, dreaming dreams of reality, dreams which he wished that he could remember when he was awake; dreams which held valuable clues to his past.
- End of chapter 1