I wish I could tell you just how it happened. I was out hiking with my family on a marked trail of Mountainview National Park, which had some impressive views and some narrow parts of the trail, but those had a guardrail so you couldn't fall off. There was an earthquake and I vaguely remember falling...but that's all I remember. I didn't have a bump on my head (I checked) and only had a few scrapes and scratches on my body, nothing you don't pick up any hike in rougher terrain...yet here I was.
Trees like I'd never seen before, and ferns that stood taller than my head. Weird growls and calls of birds like I'd never heard of. Where the hell was I? I managed to get into a small clearing and looked up and way up above my head was solid rock. Light was coming from somewhere, but I couldn't see where. It gave a sort of twilight look to everything.
I had to figure out where I was so I climbed a tree. The branches prickled my hand but I managed to get up high enough to get a view over the treetops...
A gigantic cave. I was inside a gigantic cave and the birds I saw flying weren't birds.
They were pterodactyls. The birds that lived alongside the dinosaurs, gigantic leathery wings of bright blue, they looked like enormous blue jays, but when one of them headed my way, I got down out of that tree in a hurry. The pterodactyl flew over, screeched angrily at missing me, and flew on.
Holy fucking shit! You see this in movies, but never expect it to be real! I'd found a large cave where "time stood still" and dinosaurs still roamed, no doubt. I hadn't seen one yet, but I wasn't ready to search for any.
I guess at this point I should introduce myself. James "Jim" Marshall, nine years old, four foot three inches tall, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, on the thin side but beginning to get my growth, as Mom said. I was wearing brown cargo shorts and a pale blue t-shirt, and carrying a backpack that held my sleeping bag and a few basic necessities when camping out.
I had been taught when lost to call for help and if I couldn't call anyone, wait where I was until they found me. Only I didn't think anyone would find me down here.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know!
I heard a snarling sound not far away and I turned to look. I was staring right at the face of a saber-toothed tiger! Just like you see in the Natural History Museum, with a light brown coat and long fangs that extended down past its lower jaw, it opened its mouth and gave out a snarl and I figured I'd just been turned into a large bowl of cat chow.
"AHHHH-YEEEE-AWWWWWW!" came a loud voice nearby and the cat blanched, looked around. Whatever it saw scared the shit out of it and it took off running in the opposite direction. I looked the way I had seen it look, just a large growth of ferns. Then they parted and out he came.
Aside from being naked except for a large rock-tipped spear and a small bag tied to his waist, he could have been seen anywhere on a city street and you'd never look at him. His face was round and he had a large shock of black hair on his head with a beard that had never seen a trimmer. His body was hairy and he was none too clean, and he padded out and I saw he had some crude pieces of wood strapped to the soles of his feet tied on with lengths of cord. Like someone had made sandals but he had never seen sandals and only heard a vague description of them before he made them.
I started to walk toward him and he turned the spear toward me and jabbed it at me. I backed up and he advanced, like he was trying to chase me away. His face was fixed in a snarl.
I put up both hands toward him, patted the air, and that seemed to influence him, he lowered the spear. Slowly, he approached me, I seemed to fascinate him.
He reached out and fingered my t-shirt, then my cargo pants. He felt my cell phone inside it (yes, I'd tried it, no bars) and I reached in and took it out and showed it to him. He looked at it, tried to bite it, and I hastily recovered it. If I ever got a bar on it, I wanted to hit 911 so fast it'd break the sound barrier. He then fingered the pocket, it astonished him. I began to realize that he thought my clothes were some kind of strange animal pelt. I slid off my backpack and that also amazed him, and dug into it, took out two of my energy bars and handed one to him. I showed him how to tear it open, he imitated me exactly, then I bit into mine and chewed obviously. He did the same, and a big grin worked over his face.
He gestured to me to follow him and I did, he led me to a tree with bees buzzing around it. Ignoring the bees (which ignored him), he broke off a little of their honey laden comb and broke it in half, handed it to me. I sucked the honey out and threw away the comb like he did, and I smiled, and he smiled, and gestured for me to follow him again.
He led me to a smallish opening in the rock wall of this gigantic cavern and I followed him inside and found that he had led me to his home! I saw four other cave people, all of them naked as the day is long (the temperature here was hot enough to make clothing optional, I admit) and I saw two of them were white-haired women, one was a woman about the same age as the caveman with me (he looked to be in his forties or fifties), and one man who was absolutely gorgeous! He looked to be no more than twenty, his body was clean and his face held only a light dust of beard, his hair was as black as his (presumably) father's, and his muscles bulged all over, his waist was lean and taut, I mean, take away the fact he was living here and he would look right at home on a surfboard or relaxing by a fire at a ski lodge.
The fire they were around was roasting up a fairly large animal, which explained why the man with me hadn't been hunting when he met me. I wasn't sure what he'd been doing until he brought out some carrot-like roots. I was just in time for supper!
I pulled out my knife to help them cut the meat and that amazed them, I guess they just sort of tore of pieces of the hot meat with their fingers (I bet that hurt) and the idea was to juggle the hot meat in your hands back and forth until it was cool enough to eat. The roots, they ate raw, and I bit into it, it wasn't bad, sort of a mild radish.
I tried to communicate, pounded my chest and said, "Jim. Jim."
"Zheem," the younger man said.
"Close enough," I said and pointed at him.
He pounded his chest and said, "Bruk."
"Bruk," I answered and he smiled.
The others introduced themselves in turn, the oldest women were "Mak" and "Guk," the older man was "Puk" and the woman was "Dek." I still wasn't sure about their relationships to each other.
I saw what had to be their sleeping furs laid out side by side in a row a short distance away and I set down my pack and unrolled my sleeping bag and put it on the left hand side.
The youngest one (so far they had only grunted, I'd tried words with them and gotten only dumb looks, and gotten nowhere) came over and grunted at me, and took my sleeping bag to the other end and I followed meekly with my backpack and took a drink from my canteen. The young man took it from me and imitated taking a drink, then grinning at me. I grinned back.
The light outside never changed, and I wondered when bedtime was, but they seemed to have some internal clock in operation and they went over to their bedding and I went to mine. I saw the two older women had laid down together on one fur and pulled the other over them. They cuddled up, and the older man and the women his age did the same with the next two furs.
Bruk meanwhile, shoved his bedding over next to mine and looked at me, smiled timidly.
I smiled back. "Okay," I said. "I'll sleep next to you."
I pulled off my clothes including my briefs (when in Rome, I got naked) and got into my bedroll and Bruk crawled right in next to me. The bedroll wouldn't close with the two of us, and Bruk pulled the fur up to cover us both. His naked body snuggled up to mine and he blatantly reached for my cock without any preamble.
I did the same, his hard cock was poking my thigh so I wasn't wondering about his intentions, and I gripped it and he jerked on me as I jerked on him and then he crawled up on top of me, throwing the fur back as he sat on my chest with his cock aimed at my mouth. I gasped, as he wasn't making any attempt to hide what he was doing. We were public!
I looked over and the man and woman in the next furs were blatantly watching me and grinning. Bruk pulled my face back and shoved his cock at my mouth.
I needed these people, if I was going to survive down here until I could figure a way out. I opened my mouth and he crammed it in and gripped my head in both hands and began to thrust at me with overeager hormonal frenzy. I did my best with the shaft, using my tongue and trying to spew my spit over it, and his warm lustful grunts echoed through the chamber alarmingly loud. Bruk was making no effort to hide his fucking a kid in front of what must be his whole family! And they were watching and grinning, we were entertainment to them.
Bruk pulled out after a while and I saw him lift his body to slide his lower half down and I said, "Oh, God! Bruk, I don't, I can't...." Jeez, he didn't even speak English! I could fight but I don't think that would have stopped him.
He got his legs in between mine and hauled my legs up to his waist, and his spit-slicked cock knocked on my back door. I gasped and he shoved with his hips and drove his dong into my bowels.
Jesus, it hurt! "OWWWWWW! AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH!" I said that last because he didn't even pause, just shoved it in and began to pump into me hard. "OWWW, OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW!" I cried out as he pumped hard for about fifteen seconds, then he was done and coming into my ass. That stung my ravaged, ripped bowels like blazes, but he moaned on top of me, thrusting in and out frantically, and his face was a rictus of man-in-climax, and he panted his breath (man, he needed a breath mint BAD) and he was done, he fell onto me heavy as a lead balloon and I had to roll him off of me.
The others knew how to laugh, and did, right at me, having seen every bit of it. I'd get no sympathy from that direction.
Then I felt his hand grip my cock again and he began to fondle it, then jerk it. I guess he figured I deserved something for my troubles. He jacked me and I made myself enjoy it, I looked right at his face and he was smiling gently (he hadn't done anything wrong, at least in his eyes) and I was oddly drawn to that, he wasn't evil, he just needed instruction in how to make love instead of just rampant screwing, and the thought of him and me doing it the right way was enough to let me come. He jacked me all the way through my orgasm to my finish, and then he patted my stomach, dragged the fur over us again, snuggled in tight and we went to sleep.
The night (the light never changed) grew rather cold in a hurry, and I was glad of his warmth. He must have been very cold all alone under his furs at night. I kissed his lips and he opened his eyes and smiled, and I taught him how to kiss, both close mouthed and tongue-in-mouth kissing, that night.
We ate the last of the meat the next day and Bruk brought out his spear and gestured to me, we were going hunting. I took my knife and went with him, determined to make myself an asset to these people.
We got as far as a small spring of warm water, and he urged me into it, I took off my clothes and climbed in and he drew me to him and we kissed. I think my kissing lessons had made him thoughtful, he let me guide him in the sex after that.
I brought us up to the small sand bank and we laid on it and I got us into a sixty-nine position. He happily sucked my cock as I sucked his, and I kept nursing him as he waited for me to tell him to stop. All the way up to his climax, he was a powerful stud slurping away on me and his urgent grunts of passion were echoed by me. He was ready to treat me as an EQUAL!
His desire triggered my desire, making a handsome hunk climb to orgasm is a real turn-on, after all, and my grunts and his rose as one and as he ejaculated into my mouth with frantic groans, my own body throbbed and wriggled and writhed in my own scanty-fluid orgasm. He licked the small amount of slimy clear goo I squirted out and I licked my own lips rich with his spunk, and we were so, so happy.
He used his spear to fish, and I whittled a quick wooden spear of my own and caught a smaller one after some failed attempts. I tried to remember how to make a spear like the Polynesians, they had little barbs on theirs that would hold the fish tight on the spike and let them reel it in easily.
We loaded his bag with the fish and padded back home. I wondered if that saber-tooth was like this family, the last of their kind. We hadn't faced a single threat all the day, that one encounter of yesterday had been it.
We had supplied the meat for them, Puk went out after the midday meal and Bruk and I lay on our furs and caressed each other as I taught Bruk how to seduce a guy. In the process, I lubricated him well my own way and when he slid his cock into my ass, it didn't hurt very much. He let me slow him down as he thrust, and I made it last, and his groans showed him how much better it was if you didn't approach climax like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic or something. His soft, low moans impressed the women, and I figured Dek was going to make Puk learn a few things, from the look on her face while she watched us.
Slowly, he climbed to orgasm and so did I and we shared our joy in peaceful soft loving, punctuated only by the giggles of the watching women.
Puk came home with things like potatoes and I convinced them to cook them over the fire along with the fish, and they enjoyed the result and so did I. Bruk put on a real show of what he had learned from me, and I admired how he'd taken my lessons to heart, he was a damned good lover, I had no trouble taking him and loving every thrust of his athletic body.
We went out hunting the next day and so were outside of the cave when the earthquake shook. It was a big one, I'm talking about bouncing around on the ground and trees falling over and animals running panicked all around. And an avalanche back at the cave!
Bruk and I ran as fast as we could back to the home cave and it was just part of a pile of rubble. The other members of the family were either mashed under falling rock or trapped in small pockets of air and these boulders were too big to possibly move.
Bruk mourned and I held him as he wailed like an Italian grandmother at a funeral. I didn't blame him. His whole world was dead.
Then I saw it, a shaft of sunlight glowing high up the pile of rubble. Bruk was done crying, and I got his attention and he saw it, and I gestured for him to follow me. I crawled up to the hole and my cell phone had bars on it, dialed 911 and they came for us, dug us out of the hole, and we got a lecture about going into unregistered caves, we could have gotten hurt, they told me. They didn't know the half of it!
Mom and Dad were deliriously happy, and I kept Bruk calm as I could. The medics wanted to take him away but I managed to convince them he was a cousin of mine with a learning impediment, and they checked him over, found him injury-free as I was, and we were allowed to go.
Bruk felt funny in the clothes they provided them, and Mom and Dad listened to my story with dubious expressions, but with Bruk there to back me up, they didn't argue.
Bruk lives with me now, we keep him on the farm my uncle left us in his will and I stay with him, slowly introducing him to our world. He can speak, his family just hadn't learned how to talk much.
I'm debating, once Bruk is up to it, about returning to that underground world. And whether I should tell the world about it, or keep it with Bruk as my own little piece of paradise.
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