Wildman-Caretaker-02**
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**02 **
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Routine
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.
Wet -------
After meeting the parents and nearly being squeezed to death in a bodylock, I started on the next project, a screened door. I wasn’t able to carry much here but I made damn sure I had supplies to keep out bugs wandering in during summer. A front door and window closed all summer is unthinkable. Plus Wild should be able to work the screen latch. He hasn't had any problems with the simple lock system I made for the front door. Once he's shown how to work something he understands what to do.
If Wild stays here I'll gained two men. He's two full-grown large men all my himself. I’ll need to rethink what's needed here to survive and hopefully prosper. I have an extra pair of strong hands to help. I’ve put off building the water tower but I can get it done quickly now -- running water and a shower would be welcomed. I’ve introduced Wild to bathing at the spring nearby. I gather he's done it before but now he knows it's required more often.
Him wet was something to see. He looked fine. Wet hair glistened in the sun on solid bulging muscles. He was all man or I should say at least all male. Maybe he’s some kind of super-sized caveman? A lost ancestor of man that evolved into a huge humanoid?
Large hands lightly squeezed my shoulders, as if my thoughts summoned him. I put the planer down I’d been smoothing down the screen door wood frame. This was my cue Wild wanted my attention, he will pick me up and carry me somewhere, and sure enough he did. I must have been pretty deep in thought since it’s later in the day than I’d anticipated as he took us to the hunt area. It’s about this time of day Wild returns with his catch. He will wait to start until we both can prepare the meal together.
He knows now how to hang game, bleed, skin and carve it. He wields my hunting knife like a pencil with it between thumb, index and middle finger. I keep the knife sharp so it's quick work for him. It’ll need to be sharpened after he’s done with the huge elk bull laying on the ground by the gaming tripod he brought home today.
While he readies the catch I build the fire. Once the fire is started Wild will point for me to set by him to get a good view of what he’s doing. He takes a lot of pride in what he's learned in such a short time. He should be proud. He enjoys the big heavy lifting tasks and working with the kill. It could be a tradition among his people to prepare meals together after hunting.
If my crew could only see this they would shit themselves. Yet here I am admiring a beefy Neanderthal body preparing dinner.
I will need to keep an ear out for my buddy Ron with his R-4 Hoverfly. Beats me how he got a hold of one of those experimental crafts. He’s a good guy. He helped get the stove up here. I can imagine that chopper setting Wild off. Ron is a crazy fucker too when it comes to being armed to the teeth. Another thing to add to the worry list.
Lick --------
At night before going to sleep we try to learn the others' language. He'll lay into a fetal position on his left side in the nest with my head on his left upper arm. My legs fold over his right outer thigh. His mouth is next to my ear. I can feel his breath on my right cheek -- there's a reason why I keep mint leaves in reach of the nest and encourage Wild to chew on a few by copying me -- and his chest resonate when he speaks. I believe it's the lower sounds he makes I can't hear.
I point to myself with his right index, "Scott." Then I point to him and don't say anything. I point again to myself, "Scott." Then back to him, saying nothing waiting for him to figure out what I'm doing.
After a moment Wild said in a deep voice "Kag-bu."
He points at me and said slowly, "Sco."
In the excitement, I gave him a quick kiss. His eyes widen then turn sensual. He smiled. His right-hand moved my head closer to his mouth. A moment passes and nothing happened. He's waited for me to do something. What the hell, I might as well explore wherever this leads.
I slowly make contact with his lower lip, gently took it into my mouth. A little of his lip was a mouthful for me. His lips barely part before I lost the lip and was replaced by a tip of a tongue. He glided it in a faction. I knew there's much more to follow. I prepare myself for the onslaught. Instead, my nose and forehead got a very thorough slow erotic full tongue caress.
Damn...
Kag touched his nose to mine then rolled me onto my side and tucked me in against him. He raised my bent right leg and maneuvered the length of his rock hard cock against my anus and balls. He lowered my leg and kept his right hand my right knee. I assume so the full weight wasn't resting on his dick. His left arm blocked my arms from playing with it. Kag humped into me a couple of times and licked my right ear. Sighed and fell asleep.
Wild is full of surprises and he's giving me major blue balls.