Just as the thump, crunch came closer, the naked man appeared from one of the trails. Holding a cage, he whispered, “Put that hen in here.”
Jack did as requested.
Then the naked man covered the cage with a dark colored piece of cloth. The hen ceased cackling. “Hurry. We have no time to spare. Follow me.”
They both bolted down the trail, the naked man had appeared from, Jack clutching the caged hen in one hand.
When the thump, crunch, thump, crunch, thump, crunch faded from their ears, the naked man took Jack’s free hand, leading him through a maze into a clearing. “We are safe here.”
“Who in the hell are you and where did you come from?” Jack’s approach for an introduction sounded angry, but any interpretation of it was muted by his curling lips, tightening into a devilish smile, accented by the new development of deep dimples forming near the corners of his grin.
The naked man laughed and then smiled in return, while his dick began to swell.
Jack noticed the naked man’s emerging erection, feeling his own penis begin to grow larger. “And you run around naked? I’m surprised Master and Slave haven’t snatched you up with that gorgeous body and keep you as a toy to be played with all day and all night.”
“You should talk. I’m surprised they haven’t caught you. Certainly your clothes, you wear, inhibit the speed of your legs. What are you hiding, anyway? Certainly, not that loud, cackling hen.” The naked man paused, gazing into Jack’s radiant hazel eyes, changing from shades of light smoky brown to green when he spoke. “By the way, my name is Sam. And who might you be?”
“Jack. It’s nice to meet such an attractive, sexy man.” He stared, momentarily into Sam’s steel blue eyes. “Do you live near here?”
“It’s not safe for us to live close to the castle. We live half a day’s journey from here. Where are you from?”
“I came from a place down below the clouds on that giant beanstalk I was running towards. By the way, thank you for saving my life from Master and Slave. I don’t think I would have made it to the stalk to get back home. You said, ‘we’, who are the ones you live with? And do you all run around naked?”
“No. You don’t have to thank me. I should be the one to than you. I scavenged some of the stew you left behind for my ailing father. We only eat meat when we are sick or injured. My father is very ill.” Sam displayed a bag he had carried which Jack had failed to notice, his senses taken with Sam’s irresistible appearance. “We don’t wear clothes like the Giants. We live spontaneously without inhibitions in our tribe. We find clothes hide the flaws and attributes of our bodies, to identity ourselves in seeking our partner to match our souls for life. Besides, clothing inhibits our movement, especially when we‘re scavenging food from Master and Slave and have to escape their wrath if they spot us.” Sam’s eyes scoured and then glittered, admiring Jack’s handsome face, height and developing muscles beneath his clothes. “Do you plan on eating that hen?”
“No. Definitely not. This hen is too prized for the gold eggs it lays. We’ll use them to barter and purchase goods at the Market to buy food to eat and tools to improve our farm. I like the idea of not wearing clothes. And I lust what I see. My dick is getting hard just looking at your marvelous body and smile. I see yours is growing larger too.” Jack couldn’t help but stare at Sam’s growing erection.
Sam stared at the large bulge beneath the denim of Jack’s trouser crotch, causing his own dick to rise perpendicular to his hips.
When their eyes locked in a mutual gaze, Sam moved close to Jack, until they were inches apart. With a simultaneous signal of agreement, they pressed their bodies together while their lips met for a slow, gradual kiss, their tongues alternating explorations of passion beyond their teeth.
Sam pulled away. ”I’d really like to stay and investigate you without clothes. But it’s late. The darkness of night is approaching. I need to go back to my father and feed him. And you should go back to where you came from. I’ll show you a safe way to return to your beanstalk. Keep this blanket on the cage. The chicken will remain quiet on your way back to your home. And then I must leave and run my ass off.”
Dazed by his arousal, Jack barely made sense of Sam’s suggestion, until he realized the fading daylight. “Okay, I guess you’re right. My mother will be worried.”
Despite their unfinished journey into physical love, Sam led Jack through the thicket of shrubs and trees back to the beanstalk. Quietly, they jogged and jogged and jogged, until they came to a clearing near the beanstalk.
Jack stared at the beanstalk, emotions of regret welling within. “I won’t forget you.”
“Nor I you. I’m sure we’ll meet again when we have more time for each other.