WARNING: This fictional story depicts sex between a man and a teenaged boy.
IT'S UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should
know whether you want to be reading this or not!
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* "Calm Bull Finds Love Again" *
* (part 1) *
* by Vince Water *
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| Copyright 2005 by Vince Water March 15, 2005 |
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This story about Justin and the Indian warrior he loves is written from
a fantasy I had the other night to beat off to. Three hours passed (1am-
4am) before it came to a conclusion in my head. Needless to say, my cock
went unsatisfied (too sleepy) but not my heart. It still aches for these
two young men. That's why I'm devoting this week to put this story into
words instead of working on part 9 to 'New to Teaching Love'. There will
be a lacking in detail (not my usual wont in writing) so allow your own
imagination fill in the details. I hope it'll touch your heart. Maybe
we'll both achieve a 'wet ending' as well.
Justin was never in that much of a hurry to get back home. His
schooling with the other kids took up his mornings but chores with Pa
lasted from early afternoon to dawn, sometimes even into the night.
Farming was hard work. It had made his body strong but he remained short
for his age. Some of the other boys teased him about his pretty face.
When he couldn't stand their razzing, his fists shut them up real quick.
Town's kids were soft.
The horse turd at Justin's feet exploded when he struck it with his
stick. He swung it again and again along the road to help pass the time.
Getting to school and back made for a long walk except on those occasions
when Ma gave him a ride when going into town herself. That happened at
least once during his school week. She'd sell her eggs and get things
from the general store. Justin knew that her Wednesday bouts were
actually to catch up on gossip with the other women folk. Pa took them
into town on church days where Ma would fill up their wagon with goods
afterwards but that didn't leave her much time for socializing.
Justin was thirsty. The midsummer sun beat down mercilessly upon him
and his good clothes sweated up. Ma was more often having to wash on that
account so he'd be presentable for school. She often fussed about such
things. Making sure he cleaned up before supper, did his lessons before
going to bed and that he was well behaved. He tried to please her. As the
only surviving son, his parents put a lot of effort into him. He achieved
good markings in school. Their hope was that he'll make something of
himself in a big town like St. Louis from his humble upbringing as a
farm boy.
That long curve in the road announced to Justin that he was nearly
home. He'd been walking for miles through unmolested prairie that now
gave way to rising corn stalks on both sides of him. Up yonder, he could
make out their house and behind that stood the barn. His feet picked up
their pace should Pa be spying on him. He'd been scolded before for his
slacking. Thirst drove the boy home even quicker this day.
After rewarding himself with a cool drink from the well, Justin ran
towards the house. He found Ma on the porch settled in her favorite chair
busy at stitching. She smiled upon seeing him but there was a strained
look on her face that got him worrying.
"Hi, Ma." As an after thought he asked, "Is everything alright?"
"Yes. How was school?"
Justin's face beamed. "I did good on my test today."
"You did 'well'," she corrected him.
"Miss Cole announced that my markings were the highest in class!"
"I expected as much. I'm proud of you, Justin." She had pressed her
son relentlessly to work hard at his lessons. It helped that he was
nearly the eldest student in class and she drew on her educating to help
him with his studies.
"Where's Pa?"
"He's working in the field near Brent's Creek. A man is with him that
he's thinking to hire on."
Justin's eyes widened in surprise. "Who is it?"
Ma drew a sharp breath. She tried hiding her anxiety from Justin by
looking down at the sewing work in her lap. One of his school shirts
required mending. "You better get a move on to join your father."
Justin realized that he wouldn't get anything further out of her. He
ran up to his room and hurriedly dressed into some work clothes. They
stank of sweat, dirt and pig sty. Ma would be washing on Saturday. That's
tomorrow. He'd be taking a bath that evening before presenting himself
before God on church day.
An excitement rose in Justin. He wanted to find out who Pa was hiring
to help out with the work. It was sorely needed. After his brother died
from the flu last winter... Well. There was so much to do around the farm
with only the three of them though Ma couldn't work the fields on account
of her fainting spells. She'd nearly died from the flu herself. Pa had
cleared more land last Fall before illness struck his family but he went
ahead and planted seed this year. Corn needed constant attending if it
were to reach harvest though.
Ma wasn't on the porch when Justin emerged from the kitchen. He hoped
to worm out more from her but now, he'd have to find out who this new man
was for himself. Not one of the town's folk. They made their living from
work not as arduous as farming and Pa couldn't pay anyone much. Maybe Ma
was upset because he was hiring on a negro. They'd been freed after the
great war and were desperate for work and the protection a white could
afford them. Maybe that's why Ma hadn't been forthcoming about this man.
Justin ran past the barn and shot off towards Brent's Creek. The
field there had been newly planted in Spring that Pa held high hopes
would yield a lot of corn because of its closeness to water. But to do
so required attending the weeding, chasing away crows and them thieving
raccoons who caused a lot of damage to nearly ripening crop. He wondered
why Pa risked a planting there by the river. It was far from the house.
Their other fields had already put a strain on them to work but if he's
hiring on an extra hand! Why hadn't he figure out earlier that Pa was
planning this all along? Maybe he thought Ma would recover from her
illness and would be joining them in the fields.
Shoulder high stalks tickled Justin's arms when he made his way
through the cornfield. His pace slowed when voices were heard. It was
Pa's answered by a softly spoken man. He carefully stuck his head out to
spy on them before making his presence known. Their backs were to him.
Hoes were wielded in their hands to attack weeds and tall grass that
encroached from the creek bank. Pa expertly worked the field's edge but
this new man dug his hoe in too deeply. He had to reach down to free the
clump of grass stuck to his blade.
It was a negro! Justin saw how darkly skinned his hands and arms were.
They stuck out rather further than they should from his shirt which itself
seemed strange as well. Frilled along the sides and a dirty white instead
of being dyed like the shirts his Pa and him wore. The boy's eyes fell to
the man's pants. They too were frilled but not formed from a single piece
of cloth. A tanned animal skin? A long flap dropped down the man's nicely
curved backside that nearly reached halfway down to his feet covered in
moccasins. The boy's eyes widened in surprise. This was an Indian!
Before Justin took his second step towards them, the savage turned
back to peer at him. A long braid snaked down the man's chest and was
swung behind him with a sharp head flick. His shirt was split down the
middle that exposed part of his chest. It was a deep brown with two
large circles on his breast. They exchanged glances. Justin dropped his
eyes in fear noting that a long flap also reached down the front of this
man's body. A faded sun emblem had been painted over it.
Pa motioned the boy over to greet this man. He spoke slowly to ensure
that his words would be understood. "My son... Justin."
From Pa's stern gaze, Justin paced out those few remaining steps to
stand before the Indian and properly greet him. The boy offered his hand.
There was an anxious moment when it looked like the savage wouldn't shake
with him but he did.
"Ah-tay-en Hey-te-oom," uttered the Indian. "Me called, and so."
Pa shrugged his shoulders from not knowing what those Indian syllables
meant either. "He'll need a proper name. Anthony will suit him fine for a
name don't you think?"
Justin nodded. "Ma said that you were hiring him on."
"I'm strongly considering it. He'll need to learn a lot about farming
but there won't be a lacking of practice." The man chuckled to himself.
"Why... him?" Justin asked with dread in his voice. He didn't know how
much English this savage could understand.
"I had a poster up in Mister Albertson's store for nearly four months
on going to take on a farmhand. Only this sav... Anthony came in response.
He's done work in stables. Good with the horses, I hear tell from Ricardo
who put him to work for a over a month until finding ah... someone else.
He knew I was looking to hire and sent the Indian here."
Justin never knew that. Pa hadn't breathed a word to him about looking
to hire anyone for the farm and he'd never heard that there was an Indian
in town. A man, that is. There were a few squaws in the better to do
homes in town but who'd dare to hire a warrior as a servant? It was worse
than if he were black! The Indian wars weren't that long ago and folks
feared an uprising could happen again. Most savages were being kept on
reservations where they could be watched over by soldiers. This man must
have come from a band of Indians they overlooked. Was his Pa crazy or
something? Why wasn't Ma objecting to this notion of taking on a savage!
"We'll talk later," Pa said in low voice. He slung the hoe over his
shoulder and motioned for them to walk towards the house.
Justin exchanged glances with the Indian. His face was unreadable as
if it were a brown stone but the boy didn't hide his fear of him. He
leapt to his Pa's side for protection, often glancing back at the warrior
who followed behind with that hoe menacingly wielded in his dark hand.
The back of Justin's head felt vulnerable. This savage could take them
both out in the field and that would leave Ma unprotected. Didn't Pa
realize that?
They ended up at the barn. Pa put them both to work forking down hay
from the loft in spite of Justin's pleading not be left alone with the
Indian. He assured his panicking son that he'd be close at hand while he
checked on their draft horses below. Not to worry.
Justin kept behind the savage while they worked. He drew hay from a
large mound and forked it to where the man could toss it over the edge.
He held a pitchfork too. If it came to blows between them, the boy knew
he'd lose that battle.
They exchanged looks from time to time. Justin didn't want to but it
just happened. The Indian always smiled at him. Not a feigned grin to
put him at ease but one that said he knew the boy was frightened of him.
That made him mad. He 'accidentally' tossed a forkful of hay at the
savage's back in the hope of provoking him. The ladder was close at
hand which he could race down to escape back to Pa and tattle on him.
Then he'd have to let this Indian go.
Calm Bull ignored that bad toss. He forked it over the edge without
missing a beat. When the boy did it again, he bent over and farted. A wry
grin came to the man's lips for avenging himself.
Justin giggled. He stopped himself because it went against his plan to
have Pa be rid of this Indian. He was trying to provoke an angry response.
Anthony kicked the hay out with his feet and lost a moccasin. He stood at
the edge to look down for it. A terrible thought struck the boy. He could
push the Indian out to his death and that would be that. No more worrying
about this savage killing them in their sleep or out somewhere in the
fields so he could go after Ma. There were horror stories boys told
around the outhouse of what savages did to white folks. Men were killed
and scalped but worst befell their wives and daughters who were taken
back to Indian camps as slaves. The warriors had their ways with them. It
sounded worse than death.
Anthony turned to face the boy. He lifted his bared foot with a grin.
Justin couldn't help himself when he smiled at his mishap. This man
seemed human to him. Gentle. Nothing like them fierce savages that tales
told of. The boy reconsidered his plan. He was feeling more at ease about
this Indian so maybe he wasn't a danger to them and Ma.
"Good. And so?"
"What?" Justin asked. The Indian pointed down at the hay that they'd
forked down to the ground. Oh. He wanted to know if they were done here.
"Yes. We're done with this chore." He stuck his pitchfork in the mound of
hay behind him and took to the ladder. Anthony waited until the boy was
safely down before he climbed it himself.
They walked outside the barn. Anthony found his moccasin and put it
back on. Justin gathered up an armful of hay and waited for the Indian
to do likewise. The boy led him back in the barn and showed him where to
empty their load. More trips were made to fill stalls where the draft
horses were stabled. Pa was checking on Ol' Bert who was having problems
again with its left rear hoof to hold a shoe.
"Are you done with the hay?"
"Yes, Pa." He glanced at Anthony who stood at his side like a second
shadow. The Indian didn't seem to be able to follow their conversation.
"Good. Take him to the well for a drink and then check on the fields
in front."
Justin nodded in response. He led the Indian out the barn, past the
house (which smelled of Ma's cooking) and stopped at the well. He lowered
a bucket down until it splashed far below. It was pulled back up with the
rope until it rested on the brick ledge. As the boy was about to take a
drink, he offered Anthony to satisfy his thirst first. The Indian drank
deeply. When he offered him the bucket, their hands touched. It made the
youth's arm hair stand up on end. Not from fear. He was trembling all
over with excitement when taking his turn drinking. That didn't go
unnoticed by the savage who gave him a queer look.
They entered the cornfield on the left side of the road. Justin tried
explaining in words what he was looking for but the Indian shook his
head. He knew too little English. A scarecrow was found toppled over. It
was replanted in the dirt for all the good it did. All around were signs
that crows had been ravaging the crop. Half ripened corn littered the
ground. Some ears were only pecked at while others were completely
devoured. He showed that to Anthony. "This bad. Bad!"
An examination of the right field was made. It was Anthony who first
discovered a row of corn stalks fallen to the ground. Justin shook his
head in dismay. It was obviously the work of raccoons. They're too heavy
to climb so the stalks were cut by their sharp teeth until toppled over
to make a meal of the corn.
"Bad! It bad, and so."
"Yes. It's really bad," answered Justin. He noticed how Anthony
always ended his sentences and asked him about it. "And so?"
"Tah." The Indian made a sweeping hand gesture that cut across his
chest. "Bad!" He pointed down at the fallen stalks. "And so."
Justin knew that the Indian understood this was a bad thing happening
to the corn but gave up asking why he ended sentences with 'and so'.
They walked through the remainder of the field to look for further signs
of damage but to the boy's relief, found none.
When they stepped from the field, Anthony shook some loose hay from
his breeches and reached in for his cock. He rolled its foreskin back.
Justin watched dumb struck as the Indian pissed in front of him. His
urine was a deep yellow. But what held his eyes was the man's brown
manhood. It was longer than his even when only semi-erected. The knob was
blood red in color. An exciting tremor went through the youth.
"You wa-er?" asked Anthony.
"Huh?" the boy gasped. Oh. Justin felt the need but he was too shy to
drop his pants. The Indian looked low on him. The outline of the boy's
erection could be seen and that made him blush something fierce. He
caught that queer look on Anthony's face again. A hungry look.
Calm Bull put on a good display before this youth. He clenched his cock
skin and bucked forward, getting his rear cloth flapping over his butt.
The boy eyed it. That sent an exciting tremor through the man. He knew
that his ass was nice and it's been offered to needing men. And a boy.
An anxious moment passed. Justin considered dropping his pants when
the Indian's cock grew to full length in his hand. He gently rolled its
brown foreskin back and forth. The boy sucked in air through his teeth.
He'd handled his thing often enough to know what the man was performing
but never when someone could watch it. A sharp thrill went through the
boy. He was in awe of this man's size and what a bold display he made!
"Hungry?" Justin blurted out. He was getting embarrassed by what he
saw and wanted the Indian to stop it before Pa caught them.
Calm Bull didn't understand what the boy asked. When the gesture for
eating was given, he eagerly nodded since his belly felt very empty. A
hard day's work had been performed for the farmer. No mid-day meal had
been offered to him.
Relief filled Justin when the Indian slipped his cock back into his
breechclout. They walked through the cornfield to reach the road which
was followed back to the house. Ma's cooking filled the air. Both their
mouths watered in anticipation.
"Get cleaned up," the woman asked when she saw them standing in her
kitchen. "Show him where, Justin. And remember to use the soap."
"Yes, Ma." Justin led the Indian to a side room where clothes were
washed and Saturday night baths were taken. Anthony looked around. He
curiously touched the side of a large metal tub and peered in. The boy
smiled to himself. He walked over to a basin and filled it with water
from a porcelain jug. Soap was fetched from the shelf. After cleaning his
face and hands, he gestured for the man to do the same. Anthony sputtered
in the water when his face dived into the basin. The boy giggled at him.
They returned to the kitchen. Pa was already sitting down and watched
his wife filling his plate with food. Justin sat beside him. Ma took her
place on the other side of the table opposite her husband. The Indian
remained standing.
"Sit," Justin asked. "Over there." He pointed at the far end of the
table reserved for guests. Anthony reluctantly took his seat.
Ma filled all their plates with beans covered in a thick pork sauce.
From a cloth covered basket, cornbread was first offered to the Indian.
He looked up at the woman, startled.
"Take," Justin asked. The Indian wouldn't so he reached into the
basket and set a slice of cornbread onto both of their plates. It seemed
strange to the boy that this savage was afraid of a white woman.
"Would you speak Grace?" asked Pa.
Justin thought of an appropriate prayer. He folded his hands in front
of him and uttered it. "Dear Lord. Please watch over this household to
keep Ma and Pa and me safe from harm. Amen."
That drew looks from the boy's parents. He still feared this savage
a little and wondered if he was play acting so as let up on their guard.
God had to be warned. Their meal was eaten in silence but Justin caught
his Ma glancing at the Indian from time to time. He ate with his fingers
and licked them between bites. A spoon sat unused beside his plate.
When Calm Bull noticed the looks he'd been given, he glanced at the
boy for help. The youth tried hiding his grin from him. "Good, and so!"
the Indian uttered in thanks for the meal.
"You're welcome," the woman answered. She'd noticed Anthony's hunger
by the way he scooped his fingers into the beans and shoved them into his
mouth like there was no tomorrow. The cornbread had long since been
devoured. She offered Anthony the basket and with his eyes averted, he
dared to take another.
"Didn't Ricardo feed him?"
"He does look a mite thin," the man answered his wife. "All Indians
are that way from living out in the wilds. I attribute his appetite to
your good cooking."
The woman beamed. She offered the bowl of pork beans to Anthony and he
accepted another large portion. "Justin. Could you show him how to use a
spoon, please?"
"Sure, Ma." The boy took Anthony's unused spoon and set it in the
man's brown hand. Their fingers touched. It excited him in a strange
way. Justin took his own spoon in hand and showed him how to use it.
"Spoon," he uttered a few times.
"Spunn," the Indian mimicked.
"No. Spoooon," Justin repeated. When Anthony got the pronunciation
right, he used it to scoop up beans but they fell back to his plate
before they reached his mouth. The boy giggled. That drew a sour look
from Ma.
"Anthony?" he said to draw the Indian's attention. Justin filled his
spoon with beans and slowly brought them up to his mouth while keeping
it level. The man tried in like kind. He managed to fill his mouth.
While Calm Bull was finishing his second helping, the man conversed
with his wife in low voices. He wished that he could follow that strange
tongue of theirs. His eyes often looked for reaction from the boy's face
to glean what the talk was about since his was easy to read.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Paul?"
"Look at him. Do you see anything dangerous about this Indian? He's
shown a willingness to learn things even from the boy. Ricardo has
vouched for him. An eager worker he told me and I saw that myself when
we worked the new field. He's rather green when it comes to farming, I
admit but we need the help. No one else has come in answer to my posting
at the store these past four months. Just him."
The woman made an unspoken plea upon Justin to add his own words of
assurance to her about this Indian. He sat up straight in his chair.
"He seems tame enough," the boy said. "We've all heard about the bad
things Indians did to us but all their chiefs and warriors have been
killed or put in jail. This one isn't like them. He's got a calm
disposition. Maybe he was born without knowing about them wars."
"He is not one of us," the woman reminded her son. "He'll never be
truly tamed." She glared at her husband.
"I know that," Paul barked. "I'm going to decide tomorrow if he can
stay on but all I ask is that Anthony be given a chance. We're desperate
for the help."
The woman collected the empty plates and set them in her washtub.
Anthony drank water from his glass. She reached down at that moment to
grab his plate, turning uneasily to her husband. "Why did Ricardo let
him go?"
"It's nothing sinister," assured Paul. "But word was getting around
town that he'd hired a savage to tend to his stables. He worried that
soldiers might come for him. All the Indians have been rounded up to
live on reservations to ensure the peace. He got missed somehow."
"Why did he come to our town?" asked Ma.
"Not to hide if that's what you're asking, Ruth. I can't think of a
worse place for him to do so. He sticks out like a sore thumb."
"Why didn't he stay out in the wild?"
"Ricardo asked him that. Mrs. Taylor's squaw interpreted for them
and this is what he learned. The warrior had lost his people and wanted
to find a new way for his self. I know. That sounds strange but look at
what's happened. The wars wiped out lots of Indians. Like Justin said,
all their chiefs and war leaders were killed or put out of harm's way.
This young man growed up in a time when his people were forced onto
reservations. Some so far away from their hunting grounds that he
couldn't hope to find them. I've heard tell about conditions there for
Indians. Very bad. Anthony wants to try living on his own so I say, why
not let him try? At worst, the soldiers come for him. That's what Ricardo
feared so when he hired on another stable hand, he sent this Indian our
way. It's a matter of needing each other as all. He'll find shelter here
with us while I learn him farming."
"I can teach him how to speak and learn his letters," offered Justin.
Ruth didn't react to her son but continued glaring at her husband.
"Paul. I'd be concerned by any stranger you hire on to help you with the
farm. An unmarried man."
"I know that. You can cast your fears aside on that matter. Ricardo
told me that this Indian is more squaw than man." His voice trailed off.
"Let me help you with those dishes, Ruth."
Paul got up from the table. He hefted the washtub from the counter and
carried it outside with his wife chasing behind. Justin was curious to
know what Pa meant when he said 'this Indian is more squaw than man.' He
offered the basket of cornbread to Anthony who eagerly took the last
piece. The boy then made good his escape from the kitchen. He spied on
his parents from the doorway as they whispered on the front porch.
"... no desire for the opposite sex," explained Paul. "Ricardo caught
this Indian giving his self to two cowpokes in a squaw's way."
Ruth gasped.
"It's been known to happen amongst these savages," Paul explained.
"Perhaps that's why Anthony claimed to have 'lost' his people. They may
have banished him because he shamed his self as a man in their eyes. So
don't you fret, woman. He ain't interested."
Justin's eyes popped out from his head. He ducked back into the
kitchen before his parents caught him. Anthony was still sitting at the
table. He picked at crumbs of cornbread from his plate to eat. The boy
looked at him with new eyes. He remembered what happened earlier in the
field. After the Indian pissed, he performed a boy's act that nearly
tempted Justin to drop his pants. If he'd done so, would Anthony had
offered himself to him in a squaw's way to satisfy his lust? The boy
didn't have an inkling of how that was done. This Indian was male.
"Fer," said Calm Bull.
"What?"
"Fer," he repeated while pointing to the glasses.
"Four!" corrected Justin. "One, two, three, four. Four glasses."
"Foor asses."
The boy giggled. "No! Four glasses."
Calm Bull tried repeating what he'd heard. He managed to say 'four'
to the boy's approval but was giggled at when he tried saying that other
word. The 'g' sound for difficult for him.
Justin stood up with a sly grin. He turned from the Indian and patted
his backside. "Ass," he repeated a few times. Then he lifted a glass
and stressed the 'g' sound. "Glass." Touching his butt again he uttered,
"Ass."
They both laughed. Justin saw something queer on the Indian's face
that reminded him of the way this man looked at him at the well when
their hands touched and when he was handling his thing. A hungry look.
Instead of being scared, the boy felt himself getting excited. His dick
tingled and soon tightened in his pants. The Indian noticed it.
Calm Bull eyed the bulge in the boy's pants. He wondered if this youth
was of age to spill from his loins which he'd gladly take in mouth or in
his asshole.
Justin shyly averted his eyes from the man's staring. That had been
daring of him, he realized. This Indian didn't like women so did he take
to boys instead? He suspected so. After a moment, he peered over at
Anthony and drank in the brown color of his face that stirred feelings
in him. They felt good. There was a longing expression on the man's face.
For him?
Calm Bull noticed the boy's reaction. One of excitement mixed with
deep embarrassment that turned his pretty face red. How old was this
youth? His height was that of an eleven year old but without long hair or
seeing if he bore any on his groin, it was difficult for him to judge.
"You good, and so." The man revealed his attraction for this boy and hoped
it would be answered in like kind.
"I'm good?" Justin asked. The Indian reached out between them to
brush his fingers across his face. That touch felt good. Really good.
The boy's eyes widened in understanding. The man likely meant that he
looked handsome to him. He wetted his lips. "You good." His left hand
reached across to touch the man's brown face. It felt soft. Warm. Anthony
closed his eyes and released what sounded like a moan.
Calm Bull's heart burst with the hope that the boy liked him too. Was
it the same way Little Pony's Tail felt when they touched? He hoped so.
Back amongst his own people, that boy's heart and his came together in
love that deepened through the summer spent in tender expressions of good
talks between them, being together to swim in the streams, rabbit hunts
and to teach the youth skills in place of his absent father. When the
cold moon came, they were sharing bodily pleasure. It felt so right. Then
they were caught. The man's eyes pained him in remembrance. He sniffled
back tears that angered him for its weak display before this white boy.
Justin noticed the man's distress. He seemed to be holding back tears
so his hand withdrew from his brown face as if it were burned. What's
wrong with this Indian? Shouldn't he have touched him?
Calm Bull scolded himself. He'd dared too much with Little Pony's Tail
and now here he was chasing after another boy. A white skin at that. Men
eagerly took what his butt offered them for relief but these pale faced
people were heartless. No good in them. And no chance for love.
Voices were heard coming up the porch. Justin straightened up in his
chair and pointed at the glasses. "One, two, three, four."
Anthony understood the boy's uneasiness. His parents were returning.
He repeated, "Un, two, tee, foor."
"No. One, two, three, four!" The Indian tried again but only did a
little better this time.
Paul and his wife entered the kitchen. They watched their son repeat
those same numbers again and again until the Indian could pronounce them
to his satisfaction.
"He learns fast," Paul commented. "Before long, you'll have taught
him how to speak English."
"I want to." Justin was tempted to have Anthony try saying 'glasses'
but thought better of it. He would have dropped the 'g' sound and get
laughed at. A strange thought came to the boy. He wondered what this
Indian's ass looked like. Was it a deep brown like the rest of his skin?
He thought so.
Late into the night, thoughts were chasing around Justin's head like
a swarm of angry bees. It kept him from sleeping. He thought about
everything he'd seen and heard. It excited him that a real Indian might
be staying with them. He'd been scared of Anthony at first but it was
unfounded. Ma wasn't in any danger. Ricardo said that this Indian had
no desire for the opposite sex. How did those two men use Anthony in a
squaw's way? The boy had his suspicions when the man had stroked over his
foreskin in front of him. That could have led to doing something really
naughty. Savages were known to perform beastly acts. Sexual ones. He
wanted the opportunity to find out for himself.
Saturday was spent showing Anthony the rounds. There was a lot of work
to perform on a farm. It was always a busy day for Justin and his Pa.
They introduced the Indian to lots of chores that took them to the barn
(cleaning out stables, feeding horses and livestock), checking on the
cornfields (weeding, securing scarecrows and looking for damaged crops by
raccoons, squirrels, crows and other vermin not that they could do much
about it), collecting hen eggs for Ma, repairing fences and a host of
other things that Pa found needing to be done around the farm. The Indian
and him made a good team. Justin set him to the more arduous tasks that
usually befell him but Anthony seemed eager to please. His body looked
thin but it was sturdy for hard work.
"Don't ride his ass too hard," warned Pa.
Justin smiled. He'd been working the Indian rather hard. There was a
strange gleam in his father's eyes that sent a chill down the boy's
spine. Anthony was bending over at that moment. His leggings sagged and
that exposed his upper thighs and part of his butt. Justin felt a strong
longing to see more of his bared brown skin. He sucked in a sharp breath
through his teeth.
Pa tasked them to clean out the pig's sty. It was a chore Justin
dreaded. The muck and stench of it! That was always done on Saturdays
because Ma washed clothes that evening after their baths.
Anthony waded into the mud with him. A repore had developed between
them so it didn't seem like hard work. They were often smiling at each
other (when Pa wasn't looking) in spite of the stench.
Justin really liked this Indian. He was proving to be a fast learner
and willing to do anything he or Pa set him to. Never a sour word from
Anthony. But, of course, he didn't know enough English yet.
By the time all the feed troughs in the pig's pen were upturned,
cleaned and filled with food (kitchen leavings and ruined corn ears),
Justin and Anthony were ready to get out of their soiled clothes. Stinky
mud was drying in their hair. Pa told the Indian that his lengths would
need to be cut off. It took lots of gesturing between them but Anthony
came to realize that this was something he'd have to do. He didn't like
that much. It wasn't because his long braid got in the way of his work
(it didn't) but Pa wanted Anthony to lose that 'wild Indian' look that
would draw unwanted attention to him. He'd also have to stop wearing his
frilled shirt and breechclout. They were soiled from cleaning out the
pig's sty. Ruth had a plan on how to steal them clothes away.
The sun was three fingers from setting when Pa announced the end to
their chores. That surprised Justin because Saturday was always a dawn
to dusk workday. A lot could be accomplished without having to go to
school. Sunday was lost to them by attending church and Ma's shopping in
town. The boy didn't raise a complaint. He looked forward to taking a
bath and changing into clean clothes. Supper would follow.
Before they bathed, Ruth set the Indian on the front porch. She bore
scissors in her hand. Anthony fidgeted. He looked back at the woman with
a guarded face but Justin fancied that the savage was scared. When his
left shoulder was grasped, he sprang to his feet like a spooked stallion.
Ma pleaded for him to sit back down. She gestured her intent to cut off
his braid.
Calm Bull dreaded what he was about to endure. He'd born his lengths
since boyhood that was the pride of any man though he gave himself to
them as if he were a squaw. Neither sex sported short hair. It didn't
seem proper to lose his braid but that was a sacrifice he'd have to bear
for living amongst these pale faces. He couldn't return to his own People.
"Let me do it, Ma." Justin figured that he could cut his hair without
much fuss. It had something to do with a woman touching him or something.
Scissors were handed over to him. Anthony was set back down on the porch
with the boy sitting close behind him. He gingerly grasped the Indian's
long braid and held it towards him. With much reluctance, he cut if off.
There was an anxious moment when the savage stood up. Would he be mad at
him for that deed? Pa told him it was necessary and Anthony had agreed.
Calm Bull gave a mournful look at the boy when he saw his braid held
in his grasp. It was given back to him. Without a word, he stalked back
to the barn where he was bunked. A ritual would be performed later to
honor his fathers.
Justin sat on the porch while his Ma boiled two kettles of water on
the stove for their bathing. He waited for Anthony's return. Were they
friends still? His heart ached him cutting off his braid but it had to
be done. Pa was right. It'd made him too savage looking if he were seen
by the neighbors. The soldiers would surely come for him then.
Paul was passing by in his horse drawn wagon. Justin flew from the
porch to give chase, calling out to him. "Where you going, Pa?"
"The Kent's. I won't be gone long so don't you fret, boy."
Justin stopped at the gate and watched the wagon disappear into the
distance. He wondered what business Pa had with their closest neighbor.
He returned to the house. Ma didn't know what her husband's errand was
either. It must have been something at the last minute Pa had decided
needing to be done. He was like that. Flying off the handle about things
but not in anger; it came from determination. The man kept his own
council after Johnny died. Justin wanted to gain his trust in such things
but it hadn't happened yet.
Ma looked nervous. Justin realized they were being left alone with the
savage and his eyes went to the wall where Pa kept his rifle. It was gone.
"Did he take it with him?" the boy asked.
"No. He's put it out of sight."
"Oh." Justin understood. He wondered if Ma knew where it lay hidden in
case she needed to use it. The boy was surprised that he feared for
Anthony. Not in fear of him as he should be. What was this feeling in his
heart for the Indian? His loneliness for friendship? It was more.
"The water will be boiling soon," said Ruth. "Go fetch Anthony."
Justin ran out of the house with a sly grin. He figured that bathing
would be a new experience for an Indian. A saying came to him. 'You can
lead your horse to water but not make him drink it.' Would that prove
true for Anthony? He wasn't anywhere to be seen. The boy flew off to the
barn looking for him. After passing the stalls in the darkness, shooing
a horse who was kicking a post in fright, the boy made his way to the
seed room. That's where Pa bunked this Indian down. It was a snug room,
double planked with wood to keep vermin out. No window. Yet there was a
yellow glow seen from within so he made his way there.
The lamp went out at Justin's approach. His steps went unguided towards
the seed room so he trusted to memory in the dark. He startled bad when
Anthony ran into him. Or was he being attacked?! The boy tumbled to the
ground and he prepared for the worst. What could he do against an Indian!
Hands reach down and drew him up while soft words were spoken in his ear.
The man turned him around and held him close. The boy couldn't escape
those tight arms nor did he want to. His heart raced. It wasn't from fear.
"Me no bad."
"I know," Justin stammered. "It was an accident." He grasped the man's
hands locked over his chest to assure him of that. His words were likely
not understood by the Indian. The terror from only a moment ago had fled
even though darkness pressed around him. He wasn't afraid. Not if Anthony
was here protecting him. At that moment, Justin no longer had any doubts
about this savage. He was a good man.
They returned to the house. Anthony came to stand by his chair at the
table but it wasn't time for supper yet. Justin smiled. That would come
after their baths and he wondered who would be taking theirs first. He
look forward to shedding his smelly clothes and lathering up his body
with soap. He cleaned some during the week at Ma's insistence. Saturdays
had him making use of the tub. He enjoyed soaking in hot water that got
every part of himself clean. Indians, if they bathed, had to do so in
cold rivers and without the use of soap he reckoned.
"Take him to the side room," Ruth asked. "Put him in the tub."
"Me?" blurted Justin.
"I don't expect that he's ever taken a bath in a real tub before,"
she explained. "Show him how it's done. Get his clothes off and set
them out in the hall so I can collect them for washing. Everything he's
wearing, Justin."
The boy felt a bit scared but excited at the same time. That would
give him a chance to see Anthony naked. An Indian man! A thought struck
him. "What's he gonna wear afterwards?"
Ruth drew in a deep breath. "I've brought out some of Johnny's clothes.
They should fit him."
Justin blinked his eyes rapidly. He couldn't believe it. His older
brother's clothes were being given to the Indian? That didn't seem right.
"What if they don't fit him?" he asked.
"Don't worry about that," assured Ruth. "Your brother was thin like
Anthony and about the same height. They'll fit him."
The boy's shoulders slumped in defeat. He didn't like the idea of
anyone putting on his dead brother's clothes. Not even himself when he
was old enough to make use of them as hand me downs.
"Justin. Your brother wouldn't mind," Ruth assured her troubled son.
"He's in Heaven with our Lord who has given him bright arraignments and
angel wings. What are a pair of old pants to him now?"
Justin only nodded.
"Go see to helping Anthony with his bath. Make sure he uses the soap!"
The woman made a sniffing sound and feigned smelling something bad. They
both laughed.
Calm Bull had been standing quietly by the table. He had a habit of
turning into a shadow when no one was paying attention to him and for a
moment they'd both forgotten that he was there. The white woman blushed.
"Help me with the kettles," she asked her son.
Justin wrapped a hand towel around the handle to prevent it from
burning him. He hefted it off the stove. Muscles bulged in his arms by
the effort. To his surprise, Anthony offered to carry it for him. The boy
grabbed hers and led the Indian into the side room.
The entire contents of Justin's kettle of hot water was poured into
the metal tub. Stream rose, nearly burning his face. Ruth entered the
room with two buckets of water in her hands. She poured both in. After
dipping her fingers into the water, she motioned for Anthony to pour his
in. He turned his face away to avoid the rising steam. She checked on
the temperature again, satisfied that it wasn't too hot.
"I'm going to wait in the kitchen," Ruth explained. "When you have his
clothes piled in the hall, I'll replace them with clean ones. Make sure
he strips down to his skin." Her son looked up anxiously. "Don't worry.
His body is no different from your brother's when you shared a bath."
"Yeah. But Johnny... Well. He wasn't as old at this Indian."
"You may be surprised. I'm thinking that Anthony is only a year or two
older than your brother was before he... ah, went on to his reward."
Justin peered over Anthony's lithe form to try gauging his age. He
looked young. Not Johnny's age for sure but Ma figures him to be only
seventeen or eighteen. She could be right.
"I'll be waiting in the kitchen," assured Ruth.
"You won't peek?" asked Justin.
"No. It would shame the Indian if I did. I'm thinking that it's their
custom not to allow a woman to stand too close, offer them food in hand
and especially not to touch them. I'd forgotten myself at the table. And
you did well to cut his hair instead of me."
"Oh." Justin had noticed how uncomfortable Anthony had been a few
times around his Ma. He almost didn't accept that basket of cornbread
from her hand, the boy recalled.
Ma lifted up the two empty buckets in one hand which clanged together
along with both kettles in her other hand when she left the room. The boy
felt very alone all of a sudden. Worse. He'd been left with an Indian who
was his responsibility to get undressed and bathed. Would he resist that?
Justin released a deep sigh. "Time for your bath," the boy announced.
He pointed at the bathtub and made the gesture for cleaning his body.
Anthony just stood there. "Take your clothes off." Again, the man didn't
respond. After rolling his eyes in dismay, the boy stepped over to the man
and reached for his shirt. The Indian backed up against the wall.
"I'm not gonna hurt you!" Justin saw how the man flinched at his loud
voice. "Okay. I'll show you what I mean." The boy removed his own shirt.
Then he pointed at Anthony's shirt and gestured that he remove it. The
man's eyes flickered.
Justin crossed his arms over his chest. He tapped his right foot
impatiently on the floor and waited for Anthony to do as he asked. The
Indian wasn't stupid. Just acting like it. "Take your shirt off. Please."
After a moment, Anthony pulled his right arm from his shirt and then
his left arm. He looked down at the garment in his hands. The boy timidly
reached his left hand over to take it from him but couldn't.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna steal it from you. Ma needs to wash it."
Justin brought his soiled shirt up to his nose and sniffed. "Bad!" He
pinched his nose to make that point clear to the Indian. It worked
because the man handed his shirt to him. The boy looked him over. His
chest bore fine scars but they hardly showed up against his dark skin.
His nipples were big. A darker oval of skin surrounded them. No hair.
Glancing down at himself, he saw the fine blond hair covering his chest.
The man was noticing that.
"Take everything off," Justin asked. He pulled on his own pants then
pointed back at the bathtub. "You bad. In water, clean and not bad."
Anthony just stood there. With reluctance, the boy dropped his pants.
He wasn't wearing under garments today because they'd get ruined by his
chores, especially when cleaning out the pig's sty. He kicked them away
and timidly stood naked before the Indian with his eyes lowered to the
floor. He felt himself being looked over. His dick hung limp over his
balls much to his relief.
An anxious moment passed. Justin wanted to peer up at the Indian but
couldn't that came from his deepening embarrassment. He kept his eyes
averted to the floor.
Calm Bull looked the boy over. What struck him was how pale his skin
was. He bore fine hair over his arms, legs and on his chest that attracted
him. Sun colored hair. Dark hair sprouted from his groin. This teen's
body was small for his apparent age yet hope stirred in the man's heart
that fire could be kindled in his loins if they would but embrace it.
"Off!" Justin demanded after the silence. He pointed at the Indian's
pants and crossed his arms over his chest like Pa does when he's cross.
Anthony reached to the right side of his waist and untied a knot. His
thong belt loosened and sent his two leggings and the long flap he wore
falling to his feet. The boy looked him over. He'd seen the man's cock
before but its brown color still marveled him. His own dick was pink. It
was lacking a thick foreskin this man had retained. Tucked within it he
knew was the Indian's blood red knob. A longing filled the youth to spy
on it again.
Justin remembered what his Ma had asked. He gathered up all their
dirty clothes and carried them through the hall, dropping them near the
entrance to the kitchen. He found two buckets filled with water waiting
there for him on the floor along with a brown shirt and pair of pants.
They'd been Johnny's. After squeezing his eyes shut in anguish, the boy
took them. He returned to the side room. Without daring to glance at the
naked Indian, his brother's clothes were reverently set on a bench. He
rushed back down the hall to fetch the two buckets of water. They would
be used for rinsing.
Calm Bull anxiously stood by the tub. He knew they would be cleaning
their bodies in it and that notion excited him. The boy's interest in him
would be tested. What concerned him was the wisps of curling steam. Hot
water for bathing? He didn't fancy ending up as cooked meat in the pot.
Justin set down the buckets of water by the tub. He glanced at the
Indian uneasily. His eyes roamed up the man's brown legs until he caught
sight of his cock. It was lifting from his clutch of reddish balls. That
sent a blood rush into his dick and he felt its embarrassing rising. Why
was he feeling this way? This wasn't a naked woman in front of him. The
boy turned his attention to the tub. He dipped his left foot into the
steaming water that felt hot around it but not scalding. He stepped in.
Anthony stood outside as if waiting his turn for a bath. That wouldn't do.
The boy wanted them to share this pleasure together.
"Good!" Justin said while pointing down at the water. He gestured for
Anthony to join him inside. Much to the boy's relief, the Indian did. His
heart raced in his chest. Here he was being naked with a full grown man.
Ma was wrong. His body wasn't like anything like Johnny's. It was a deep
brown. Muscles bulged in his unusually long arms and legs. His tummy was
flat. Looking lower, he saw a tuft of black hair on the man's groin. His
cock matched the color of his body that stood at attention. His own dick
was also erected.
With a burning face, Justin sat down in the tub. His butt tightened
when he felt how hot the water was. The boy settled down after a moment.
His legs didn't stretch out so there'd be room for his companion to sit
in the tub with him. Without needing to ask or even gesture anything,
Anthony sat down. Their bent legs pressed together with knees touching.
The boy gasped. He felt a thrilling sensation from his dick.
They stared at each other. Justin wanted to peer down through the
man's legs for another peek of his cock but stopped himself. If he
looked, that would draw Anthony's eyes through his legs where he'd see
his erection. That both excited and embarrassed the youth.
The soap! Justin had forgotten it so he rose to his feet and quickly
turned so the man would only be given a brief glimpse of his hard dick.
The boy reached over to the shelf. He could barely reach it so he lifted
his right foot from the water to make that final stretch. His hand barely
grasped the bar of soap.
Calm Bull stared at the boy's pale cheeks. They stuck out nicely from
his body. Not a flat butt that Little Pony's Tail had which he was
unwilling to get it penetrated. That boy enjoyed riding his ass. He
wondered if this white youth would offer him the chance to perform as a
man so he asked. "Good ass."
Justin gasped. Did he hear the Indian right? To test that, he reached
back for his behind and patted it. "Yes. That's my ass."
"Good ass. And so, me ass good. Big good. Yes?"
When Justin felt the man's hand touch him back there, he gasped. Not
so much from being surprised but that he liked it. He kept still in the
hope that Anthony's hand would linger on his ass. Time seemed to stand
still. The boy didn't move an inch and the man kept his hand on him.
Calm Bull didn't get an answer. Either the boy didn't want to give his
ass to him or he didn't understand his broken English. This youth seemed
willing. He'd seen Juss-teen's male excitement and allowed his hand upon
his butt. No attempt to flee. That's what Little Pony's Tail did whenever
he tried catching his ass in hand or mouthing over it with his intent to
fuck the boy. Not that this pale ass was in any immediate danger. He only
wanted to see if he was willing. The man squeezed. What a nice little
ass. His felt a sharp urge to stand up behind this youth but he kept his
place in the tub. Raping this white boy would get himself killed.
Their special moment ended when the Indian withdrew his hand. Justin
turned and quickly sat down. Their knees touched. He'd forgotten himself
and peered through the man's legs to look at his hard cock. Anthony
peered through his legs for his erection. That made the boy's face burn
from embarrassment. He remembered the soap being held in his left hand.
Justin brought water up to his face and hair. He splashed himself many
times until his body was wet. Then he used the soap. It was drawn across
his chest, neck, both arms and legs and lastly, the boy's dick. It was
still hard. He reached lower to clean his butt.
Handing the soap over to Anthony he muttered, "Good." The man brought
it to his nose for a sniff. He smiled. When the soap was drawn across
the man's chest, Justin splashed water over him. He'd forgotten to do
that first. The boy watched him soap up. He lingered with his cleaning
down there and for an anxious moment, Justin thought that the man was
thrilling his cock. A memory returned to him.
When Justin was twelve, he'd gotten an erection when his brother was
sitting with him in the tub. It wasn't because of the hot water. He felt
excited to see Johnny naked and wanted to prove that his dick could
come out. He knew that his older brother pulled on his at night in bed
(from hearing that familiar skin rubbing sound) and secretly joined him
for the thrill of it. Being able to cum was a proud moment for him.
They were sitting in the tub and Justin had reached down to pull over
himself in front of his older brother. Johnny seemed to ignore it but
his eyes often glanced at his action. His own dick remained limp though.
Justin closed his eyes when he felt the thrills getting intense. He
cried out, shooting to the water between his legs. Johnny stood up.
He'd given him a sly knowing grin before stepping out of the tub to dry
himself with a towel.
Justin felt a powerful sensation to do this in front of the Indian.
But unlike his brother, this man bore an erection too and would likely
join him in shooting. He'd watched Anthony pulling over his cock earlier
after he pissed. The boy wanted them to do it now.
"Good. Juss-teen up... left, left!"
Huh? When Justin saw the Indian make a gesture for him to stand up
and turn around, he did so without thinking. His back was to the man.
Soap was brought over his back and the hand grasping it went lower. And
lower. The boy released a sharp breath. His butt was soaped up. The man's
fingers even dared to slip between his cheeks to clean in there.
"Good. Me up... left, left."
Justin turned to see the man stand up. His eyes fell to Anthony's hard
cock and he was given a good look at it. The foreskin had pulled back to
reveal a blood red knob. It was a really long cock that bore a slight
upwards curve. The boy felt intensely excited. He peered into the man's
eyes and saw that they were aflame.
Calm Bull handed the bar of soap over to Juss-teen and turned around.
His hands grasped the edge of the tub. He felt his back being lathered
up. The hand went down his body but it didn't reach his ass, lingering
just above it. He gasped for breath. "Me ass good. Go... go!" He spread
his legs and bent over to stick his ass out at the boy.
Justin couldn't believe what he was about to do. His hand dropped to
soap up the Indian's brown ass. The tips of his fingers felt it. A strong
throbbing came from his dick. When the man spread his cheeks, he dared
to slip the soap between them. He cleaned inside. A low moan came from
Anthony. To his astonishment, he saw the man reach back to himself and
stick his finger inside. The boy's eyes popped out of his head. He
couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man was fingering his asshole.
"Me ass good, and so. You go in. Yes?" He withdrew his finger.
The boy gasped. It seemed that Anthony wanted him to stick his finger
into his ass. He shook his head back and forth in disbelief.
"Go in, Juss-teen. Me ass good. Good!"
Justin sat back in the tub instead. Water splashed out and he looked
towards the hall, remembering that his Ma was waiting in the kitchen. He
realized that she didn't know he was sharing a bath with this man. It
just kinda happened.
Calm Bull turned around in disappointment and sat down. He saw the
flush to the boy's face that proved he was very embarrassed. This youth
didn't want to do him. Ah, well.
Water was brought up to Justin's head. He wanted their bath to end so
Ma wouldn't catch them taking it together. When his hair was wet enough,
he lathered it with the soap. He rinsed. Soap had gotten into his eyes
and no matter how much he splashed them, they continued to burn.
Cold water was poured over Justin. That came as a shock to him but
when he realized what the Indian was doing, he lifted his face to clear
his eyes of the soap. Relief filled him.
"Good?"
"Yes! Thank you." Justin watched the Indian set his empty bucket back
on the floor and sit down with a grin on his face. The boy pointed up at
the man's hair. "Bad smell." He brought water up in his cupped hands and
offered to wet it for him.
"Teh!" said Calm Bull while shaking his head.
Justin figured that meant 'No' in Indian. "Yes! It good." When Anthony
continued shaking his head, he splashed water at him anyway. The man
tried to avoid it. The boy's hands kept bringing up water until his black
hair was soaked. Where was that bar of soap? It wasn't in any of their
hands. He reached into the water around them and found something slippery,
chasing the soap down against the man's left cheek. That gave him a
chance to fondle it. A queer look came over Anthony's face.
"Me ass good?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. Your ass is good." He grasped the bar of soap
and brought it up to Anthony's hair. The man let him lather it for him.
He closed his eyes when soap streamed down his face. Justin let it go.
His cupped hands brought water up to rinse him. Again and again. The
Indian grimaced with his teeth bared.
Justin got to his feet and he reached down for that second bucket of
water. He hefted it up in his hands and poured it over Anthony. The boy
leaned closer so that he could reach the back of the man's head. His
tummy pressed against his forehead. The boy felt a strange sensation from
his dick. He leaned away from the man so he could look down at himself
but a strong hand pulled over his butt, forcing him forward. That's when
he realized what was happening to him. An unbelievable thing!
All the water had drained from Justin's bucket. He dropped it behind
him with a loud clang. With both hands free now, he tried pushing the
Indian's mouth off his dick. He was still held fast to him. The boy felt
his butt being pulled forward in Anthony's hands so he couldn't turn
around. After a moment, he didn't want to escape. The thrills in his dick
felt tremendous from what the man was doing to him. He'd never imagined
anyone performing this.
Justin dropped his hands to the man's shoulder's in surrender. He
felt his butt being pulled forward that pushed his dick further into
Anthony's mouth. When those hands relaxed over his cheeks, he withdrew.
The rhythm had been set. His body responded automatically to this manly
act. So. This was how the Indian offered himself to men in a squaw's way.
He'd taken their sperm in his mouth since he lacked a woman's opening. It
seemed both strange and exciting to the boy. He looked down at himself in
wonder as the Indian sucked him. Thrills built up. When they became very
intense, he felt himself spurting. Crying out in his high pitched voice!
Calm Bull drank the boy's seed. It was sweet. There was a thickness to
it at the back of his throat that Little Pony's Tail's releases lacked
because of his younger age. He gave this youth a fond pat to his ass.
Justin felt struck as if by a tomahawk blow. Male relief followed. His
eyes slowly cleared though tiny stars flashed at the edge of his sight.
Breaths raced through his mouth. When the boy calmed down enough, he took
a step back from the Indian but couldn't. Strong hands still held his ass
while in front of him... He looked down. His dick was still in the man's
mouth where he'd shot his load. Did he swallow it?
A tickly sensation came from Justin's dick when the man's lips pulled
back along it. Them hands were gone from his ass. He was free. The boy
clumsily stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. His hair was dried
and while hiding himself under that cloth, he thought about what had
just happened. Should he tell Ma... No way! The youth was struggling
with his feelings. What that Indian had done to him felt good but he knew
that it was wrong. He'll have to confess that up to God tomorrow.
Justin lowered the towel from his head to dry the rest of his body. He
stared at his shrinking dick. It looked different somehow. Well. Not in
shape but that he'd performed a manly act with it by giving his sperm to
someone. That should have been a girl! Yet he'd suspected that none would
interested him so his roving eyes had been on the boys in class. It was
only at that moment he realized this was so. His attraction to his own
sex. Anguish filled the youth.
"Juss-teen?"
The boy froze. He felt a hand on his shoulder and with much reluctance,
turned to face the Indian. Their eyes met.
"No bad." Calm Bull lowered his right hand from the boy's shoulder to
press it against his heart. "Ah een-eh tah... bad?"
Justin saw concern on the man's dark face for him. Yeah. He should be
worried of being tattled on! Then another thought struck the boy. Maybe
this Indian wasn't worried for himself but how he felt about it. Was his
heart feeling bad? Not really. He could have tried harder to push the
man away in the tub but he didn't. It felt too good getting sucked. Yet
even more than that, his feelings for Anthony were strong. Like that of
friendship or perhaps something more though that couldn't be possible
between guys. Could it?
Calm Bull dropped his hand in defeat. He regretted what he did to this
youth who was being torn up inside because of it. Pleasure was difficult
to deny by needing males. Yet afterwards, the head got in the way with
wrong thinking that hardened the heart. He was seeing this now in
Juss-teen.
The towel was handed over to the Indian. Justin watched as he dried
his hair, face, shoulders, chest, arms (which seemed unusually long) and
the rest of his brown body. Anthony returned the towel to him with a
somber gaze. It was set on the bench. Johnny's clothes were fetched and
given over to the man to wear. The boy pulled on his own clothes.
Calm Bull put the brown shirt on. He stepped into the pants and pulled
them up, fastening its buttons. He wondered whose clothes these were. Not
this youth's because of his smaller stature. Yet not his father's either.
It was with a sinking feeling that the Indian realized how much he was
looking like a white. No long braid of hair. His breechclout and frilled
shirt had been taken from him for 'cleaning' though suspecting he'll not
see them again or be allowed to wear them. It didn't matter. He couldn't
return to his People so this was where he must remain. Among pale faces.
Finding someone like Juss-teen made it worth that sacrifice of self.
While Justin got dressed, he had time to think things over. He wasn't
mad at Anthony. What happened in the tub came about because he allowed it.
Getting sucked felt good. If that had been a girl doing him, well... He
wouldn't have enjoyed it. He remembered that kiss on Sadie Hawkins's Day
after Betsy caught him in the tree. There was no pleasure in it for him.
The boy hoped it was because he was still too young for such things but
after being with this man he realized the truth. It was a hard thing to
accept about himself. He didn't like girls! Not because of him being too
young or it being the wrong girl to kiss or anything like that. He felt
an attraction to those of his own sex.
Justin reached for the towel on the bench and sat down while twisting
it in his hands. Why did God give him these wrong feelings? For a man!
Anger filled him, mostly directed at himself. Did he chose to be this way
or was it something he was born with? The boy thought back to when he was
first felt attracted to other boys. There was his brother. His dick got
hard lots of times when they bathed naked together yet Johnny's didn't
erect. Not ever. After Betsy kissed him, he started having notions about
what it would be like to kiss Pedro. That cute boy was about his age. His
face was dark and he bore black hair like Anthony's from him being
Mexican. He'd struck a friendship with Pedro but it never led to anything
more. Justin kept his secret desires for his friend to himself.
"Juss-teen?"
Justin came out of his deep thoughts. He found Anthony sitting on the
bench beside him with a hurt expression on his face. Not for himself.
This man felt bad for how he was feeling after what happened to him in
the tub. The boy dropped his eyes to the twisted towel in his hands. With
a deep sigh, he let it go.
"Bad een-eh?" asked Calm Bull sadly. He'd also gestured the meaning of
his words by pointing at the boy's heart.
"Yes. My heart feels bad." The Indian's face turned to hard mud. He
seemed to be struggling with something until his eyes flashed from making
a decision.
"Me go."
Justin saw the sharp flicking of Anthony's hand away from himself. He
gasped when that gesture became clear. The Indian was going to leave! It
would make things easier on everyone. He'll not be tempted into sin by
naked acts with this man which risked God's wrath and worst, that of his
Pa if ever he found out! Maybe girls would become attractive to him when
he got older.
Calm Bull pulled on his moccasins. With a last glance at the boy, he
got up from the bench and made his way to the room's door. He worked the
wooden latch.
Justin was alarmed. He cast aside the troubled thoughts of his head
and acted from his heart. Its sharp cry had him chasing after the Indian
and he grabbed Anthony's left arm. The door creaked open. The boy pulled
to prevent him from leaving. "Don't go!" he pleaded in a mournful voice.
The door slowly closed. Relief filled him and he buried his face in the
man's chest, clinging to him with both arms. Tears stung his eyes.
They stood hugging each other for a while.
Justin entered the kitchen. He felt guilty all of a sudden and tried
guarding his face from Ma when she turned to him.
Ruth noticed her son's wet hair. Anthony stood behind him, also with
wet hair. She looked Justin in the eye. "Are you alright?"
"Sure, Ma. Why wouldn't I be?"
"This kettle has been boiling a while. Pa will make use of it then."
Justin realized that his Ma knew. Should he say something to explain
things? Words burst from his mouth. "The Indian was rather stubborn. He
wouldn't take off his clothes until I showed him."
"You took a bath together?" Ruth asked while trying to keep her voice
sounding calm.
"Yeah." Justin wanted to drop his eyes from Ma in shame but he forced
himself to keep her gaze so she wouldn't suspect anything. Anthony came
to stand by his chair. That drew the woman's attention.
"I don't know when your father will be returning," said Ruth. "Why
don't you both sit down. You can nibble on some muffins."
"Thanks. We're both hungry!" Justin laughed nervously. He turned to
Anthony and gestured for him to sit. They exchanged glances. Ma fetched
a cloth covered basket. She set it down between them and he took a
blueberry muffin. The man grabbed one for himself.
Ruth sat down in her chair. She studied the two, sensing something odd
between them. A kind of ease that comes from friendship or a familiarity
with each other. It troubled her. She didn't want her son to get too
close to this savage for his own protection. Her husband's words on the
porch returned to her. "Justin?"
"Yah..." The boy had his mouth full. He turned to Ma uneasily.
"Did he get a good cleaning?"
Justin nodded. He suspected that Ma wanted to ask him something but
was reluctant to do so.
"Did he look... healthy to you?" asked Ruth.
Justin swallowed to empty his mouth. "What do you mean?" Oh. Maybe Ma
was concerned that the Indian was diseased or something.
"He isn't injured or... lacking anything."
The boy's eyes widened in shock. Was Ma asking if his cock had been
cut off! He cleared his throat. "I saw nothing wrong with Anthony. It's
like you said, his body is no different than my brother's." That was a
little white lie. The Indian's skin was brown and he bore a foreskin. And
unlike Johnny, his cock got hard when they were naked.
Ruth saw something in her son's eyes that disturbed her but she
couldn't put her finger on it. He'd been averting his gaze from Anthony
the whole time. The Indian had also kept his eyes away from Justin.
At that moment, Pa entered the kitchen. Justin felt utter relief. Ma
busied herself with serving them supper instead of asking him questions.
A heaping of mashed potatoes were dropped on Justin's plate. He topped
it with a pad of butter. His mouth watered at the roast chicken Ma set
down on his plate. Half a breast. She knew that he preferred white meat
(as she did herself) so the thighs and drumsticks went to Pa and Anthony.
Lastly, that basket filled with blueberry muffins were passed around. He
took several, setting one on Anthony's plate so he wouldn't have to fetch
it himself from a woman's hand. Their eyes met briefly.
Calm Bull kept his face guarded. He did this for the benefit of the
boy's parents so they wouldn't glean his feelings for Juss-teen. He knew
that the youth felt strongly for him in return. Perhaps not love but
there was a chance for it. That's what stayed his intent to leave earlier.
The boy wanted him to stay so he would.
Pa took it upon himself to speak Grace. He asked the Lord to bring the
rains, for a good harvest and His blessings upon those who remained in
his family. What took Justin by surprise was when Pa included Anthony in
his prayer. He gave thanks that this man was brought to his farm in their
time of need and asked the Lord for His protection. Not from the Indian
but for him! The boy silently sent up his own plea before 'Amen' was
uttered. He quickly asked to be forgiven if what he sought from Anthony
was a sin. It didn't feel evil to him. Only a little scary mostly coming
from getting caught by his parents for being with the Indian.
Their meal was eaten in silence. For that, Justin was glad. He felt
worn out after the long day of labor and what happened in the tub. He'd
have a lot of thinking to do tonight.
"What were you doing at the Kent's?" asked Ruth.
"Oh. Just catching up on things," answered Paul. In a lower voice,
"They had to be told about Anthony so as not to be alarmed if they come
for a visit and spy on him. Brent knowed already. He'd seen the Indian
being driven up the road yesterday morning to my farm by Ricardo. They
exchanged words. I offered my assurances that there will be no trouble.
I'm gonna civilize this savage by putting him to farm work."
"Will Martha keep her silence?" asked Ruth.
"She's promised. Not a word out of her if I know her husband."
Justin knew that Brent was a hard man. If Pa convinced him that there
would be no trouble, he'll bade his wife to keep silent about the Indian.
A thought struck him. "Anthony shouldn't be left alone tomorrow."
"I knowed that boy. You're gonna stay to keep an eye on him."
"On church day?" gasped Justin.
"Just for this Sunday. I'll find out if keeping Anthony here is gonna
work out. A week should tell." Paul's stern eyes bore into his son's.
"Not a word out of you to your friends or anyone about there being an
Indian staying here. Do you hear me, boy?"
"Yes, sir." Justin wouldn't dare. Not only because his father bade him
to keep silent but because he feared for Anthony. If the soldiers found
out, they would come to take him away.
"Are you alright with staying with Anthony tomorrow?" asked Ruth.
"Sure, Ma." They exchange glances and Justin broke out into an
assuring grin. "I'll tutor him in English all day tomorrow."
"Find time to feed the animals, Justin. And check on the fields, too.
Them raccoons are doing a lot of damage to the crop. Then you should..."
"It's the Sabbath, Paul!" scolded Ruth. She turned to her son. "Do as
your father asks but I want you to find time for yourself. Something fun."
"I will, Ma!"
"Don't lose sight of the Indian," warned Paul. "If folks come by when
we're gone, put Anthony in the seed room." His eyes flared.
"I hear you, Pa." The rest of their meal was in silence. Anthony gladly
accepted a second helping of mashed potatoes and another muffin. He used
his spoon. That earned him approval by Justin's parents.
Anthony was yawning something fierce by the end of supper. Justin was
going to suggest giving him a lesson but he felt tired himself. He'll
have all of tomorrow to teach English and in return, maybe the Indian will
teach him some things. The boy's dick tingled in anticipation.
Justin laid in bed thinking up a storm. By staying to watch over
Anthony tomorrow, he'll avoid having to fess up his sins until next
Sunday. What they'd done together in the tub seemed wrong. Was it only
for pleasure? He wanted more from the Indian and thought he did too. A
kind of closer friendship that he'd hoped from Pedro. Like Pa said, the
following week will tell. If things don't work out, he'll forget about
what happened between them and pledge himself unto God to act good from
then on. No more lustful thoughts or to act upon them with another boy.
The boy reached down for his erection. He considered relieving its
aching when a thought struck him. Anthony had gotten him off in the tub
already. His own cock wasn't taken care of though it'd been hard and
wanting. Was he relieving himself in the seed room right now? Justin sat
up in bed.
Guilt filled Justin. He felt obligated to return that pleasure to
Anthony. Maybe not through sucking but he'd be willing to take the Indian
in hand or something that would satisfy his manly need. What can two guys
do together? He sat at the edge of his bed, considering going out to the
barn to find out.
The boy recalled what happened in the tub. That man's brown ass and
him fingering deep into it. The boy gasped in revelation. There were dark
accounts of what savages performed on the battlefield to fallen warriors
and braves. Was Anthony offering him to stick into his ass!
Justin swung his legs back into bed. He flung the blanket over his
head and trembled like a leaf. Not from fear. It was excitement that
overwhelmed the boy when he thought about what could have happened in the
tub until he considered what Anthony might demand in return. His butt.
The thought of getting it raped gave him pause. He began to worry about
being left alone with the Indian tomorrow without the protection of his
parents being there.
The boy didn't get to sleep until late in the night. Calm Bull had
been waiting for him. He half hoped that the youth would come to him so
the man laid naked over the bail of hay that formed his bed with a hard
cock. He'd stroked over it a few times but kept himself from spilling.
Better to do that with a companion.
Calm Bull's thoughts often turned to another youth. Their loss of love
still ached his heart and he wondered how Little Pony's Tail fared. Was
he missing him, too? He had no illusions that Juss-teen could love him.
At least not in a way that a boy of his own People had. It would be
enough for them to share bodily pleasure. They risked much for even that.
He didn't care about himself anymore. Not after his People banished him
which sometimes felt worst than death.
Sleep soon overtook the Indian in spite of his aching muscles from the
farm work. He dreamed of a sunshine boy who ran through the grass towards
him while Little Pony's Tail looked on approvingly.
After breakfast, Justin's parents dressed into their Sunday best. He
saw them off in front of the house. Anthony stood close at his side when
their wagon rumbled down the road. Pa had given his son some parting
words in the kitchen earlier. If there was trouble, he told Justin to
flee towards the Kent's and pay no mind to what the Indian did if he
proved false by stealing a horse or something. He didn't want to lose a
second son. That was the closest Pa had ever came to admitting that he
cared about him.
When the wagon was lost from sight, Justin turned to the Indian. He
looked different from that savage he'd first spied on in the field by
Brent's Creek. Anthony wore normal clothes and his braid had been cut. He
still had black hair nearly down to his shoulders and Pa mentioned his
displeasure of seeing that at breakfast. Ma suggested that they take
things slow so as to not upset their new farm hand. Anthony was enduring
a lot already by living amongst them and his hair could be trimmed next
Saturday if it must.
"Are you thirsty?" Justin asked. The Indian gave him a blank stare and
shrugged his shoulders. He walked towards the well. "Drink?" the boy asked
and he made the gesture for that.
"Yes. Wa-rr, good."
"Water," Justin corrected him. "This is a well where water comes from.
Water. Water." Anthony repeated the word and made an Indian hand gesture
that the boy took as meaning 'water'. He drew the bucket up from the well
and offered his companion to drink from it first. "Drink water."
"Yes. Drink wa-er." Calm Bull hand gestured those words while he spoke
in English.
Justin smiled. He mimicked those Indian hand signs while repeating the
word 'water' since Anthony kept dropping the 't' sound. When their hands
touched, the boy trembled from excitement.
"Hann."
Justin held out his hand and said, "Hand." He stressed the 'd' sound
that Anthony had failed to utter.
"Hannd," repeated Calm Bull. He gave the gesture for that word by
holding out his hand not unlike the boy had just done.
Justin nodded. He wanted to learn the Indian signs for words that he'd
be teaching Anthony in English. They reviewed what he already knew from
working for Ricardo at the stables. Words that described horses mostly.
The boy corrected his pronunciation and in return, he was given hand
gestures for them. It was hopeless for him to learn how to speak Indian.
Too many syllables to remember.
They made their way back to the house. Justin sat on the porch to
continue his lessons in English while Anthony taught him hand signs. It
was fun for them both. They both learned how to count up to ten. Fingers
represented that so it was easy for the boy while the Indian struggled
with pronouncing numbers in English.
"You how big?" asked Calm Bull.
Justin shrugged his shoulders. The Indian pointed at himself and held
up both his hands, counting up to the number seventeen. "Oh! I'm fifteen."
He pointed back at himself and counted up to his age.
Calm Bull nodded in surprise. He didn't think the boy was that old
because he lacked the proper height even for a half starved youth of his
People. Juss-teen seemed young for his age as well. Emotions were easily
displayed on his cute face that sometimes dismayed the man. He hadn't
gotten used to pale faces and their strange ways. This was the first boy
of their People that he's met.
More than an hour passed when Justin's hands grew tired from learning
Indian gestures and he noted the fatigue in Anthony. They both looked up
at the sun. It had nearly risen to the top of the sky without a cloud to
be seen.
Justin remembered the few chores his Pa had given him for today. He
led Anthony to the barn. They climbed to the loft and dropped hay over
that would be used to feed the horses and livestock. The boy noticed that
the Indian still wore moccasins. If Pa planned on getting rid of these
last vestiges of Anthony's savageness, that would prove expensive. Shoes
cost a lot. Johnny had a Sunday pair but they'd been buried with him.
After a moment of sadness, Justin continued forking over hay to his
companion. Anthony had noticed. He revealed concern on his face for him
that touched the boy's heart. This man often guarded his emotions in
front of his parents. Yet when they were alone together, Anthony let his
guard down. It was very endearing to see this in the Indian. He seemed
more human because of it.
They dropped armloads of hay into the animal stalls. Justin lost no
opportunity to teach Anthony more words in English. Ol' Bert proved to be
an embarrassment when the Indian pointed at his long dong.
"Good eh-taya!" said Calm Bull. He stuck his right pointing finger up
in the sign for male excitement. The boy's face burned in response.
Justin glanced at Ol' Bert's dong. He'd felt over it before out of
curiosity but not when it was hard. The gelding was often irritated by
urine stones in his sheath. That's when he copped a feel of the horse's
knob under the guise of plucking them out.
"How say... eh-taya?" asked Calm Bull. He stuck out his finger and
pointed at the horse's long dong.
"Cock," whispered Justin.
"Me no ass horse cock," said Calm Bull with a grin. "It big. Big!"
Justin almost asked if the Indian had let men ride his ass but that
would be too daring of him.
"Me ass good." The boy looked at it when Calm Bull turned and patted
over his ass. "Good, yes?"
Justin nodded. He felt his dick tightening in his pants while the
burning to his face raged.
Calm Bull saw the boy's excitement but he knew better than to press
the issue right now. He pointed at his nose. "How say?"
"Nose." Justin pointed to his own nose and repeated the word for it.
Anthony gave him the Indian gesture. That led to them exchanging English
words for hand signs to the other parts of their faces.
"You on fire." Calm Bull touched the boy's burning face.
Justin closed his eyes. He knew that the Indian had noticed his deep
embarrassment that showed on his face. Anthony's fingers roamed to his
nose where he repeated the English word for it. He next touched his eyes,
mouth, ears and gently pulled on his hair while uttering words for those.
The boy could only nod. Being touched by this man felt good. Really good.
He stood as if rooted to the dirt while enjoying these nice sensations.
Calm Bull enjoyed touching this white boy. His face felt hot to his
fingers that matched how he was feeling inside. He looked down. There was
a revealing bulge in the youth's pants and he was tempted to reach down
for a feel of his cock. Instead, he grasped Juss-teen's shoulders.
Justin opened his eyes. He peered up at Anthony who stood a hand
taller than himself. A thought struck him to lean over and kiss the man.
He wet his lips.
"You een-eh good?" asked Calm Bull.
Justin knew what that Indian word meant. He reached up and grasped the
left side of his chest through his shirt. "My heart is good." Anthony
lifted his right hand to his own chest.
"Me heart good."
They exchanged knowing glances. Justin saw the deep longing in this
man and knew that his face revealed this too. He dropped his eyes to his
feet in embarrassment. Anthony turned from him to shake hay out of his
shirt. Their special moment was broken.
Calm Bull felt sweated in these clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and
flapped it to cool himself. A side glance at Juss-teen proved that the
boy was feeling shamed by revealing his heart to him. Little Pony's Tail
had felt this same way when their friendship had become close. This boy
was also having trouble with the conflicting feelings from his heart that
battled with the thoughts from his head. He'd give this youth time to
sort through them.
Justin felt hot. Not just from his face but his whole body from being
in the barn. He longed for a cool swim... An idea struck him. With a hand
gesture, he asked Anthony to follow him until they stood outside Mary's
stall. She was an Appaloosa mare who was sure footed and strong. The boy
planned to have them ride her to a pond that was some distance into the
prairie. Far from anyone's farm. Johnny had discovered it some years ago
where they could skinny dip unobserved.
"Good horse," commented Calm Bull.
"Yes. You and me ride." He turned to Anthony and saw him nod. The mare
was led out of her stall where she was bridled and a blanket secured with
a girth belt. Justin had to knee into the mare's belly when she tried
sucking in air. "Stop that, Mary!" the boy scolded. He kneed into her
again and managed to tighten her girth another notch. The saddle was
forgone. It would prove too small for both of them to sit in and Justin
had ridden bare back before.
Calm Bull followed after the boy when he led the mare from the barn.
He wondered where they were going. It didn't matter, really. A ride with
Juss-teen would be a joy to his heart no matter the destination.
Cool air struck Justin's face when they came outside. He didn't envy
the animals that had to remain in the barn. Mary nickered contentedly.
She was always glad to leave her stall for a ride but wait until she felt
the weight of two over her back!
A leap was taken by Justin to get over the mare's back. He fell onto
his feet. He tried again unsuccessfully. Without stirrups, that was
proving difficult so he should have mounted her in the barn where a leg
up could have been had from climbing over her stall.
"Go up," asked Calm Bull. When the boy turned to him in shame, he
reached down for his backside. "Me hand you to go up!"
Justin felt a light touch to his butt. He realized why. "Yes. I go up
with your hand." The boy lowered himself for a moment and sprung. Anthony
pushed over his ass and he managed to bring his right leg around the
mare's back. A hand was offered to help the man mount up behind him.
A soft kick was given to Mary's side. She snorted under the weight but
was soon brought up to a trot. Justin smiled to himself. He felt Anthony
sitting close behind him and it felt good. No hands were holding him
though. An idea came to the boy. When they came to a path that ran
straight between the fields, he gave out a yell and savagely kicked his
mount into a gallop. Mary took off.
Calm Bull grabbed the boy and held on for dear life. Corn stalks
whipped past his legs but the pants he wore prevented them from stinging
his skin. Wind blew through his hair. His earlier fright left him to be
replaced by a sense of freedom he'd not felt in some moons. He opened his
mouth and cried out in utter joy!
Justin heard the Indian's whooping. It made him smile. He enjoyed the
man's tight arms around his waist and he released a happy cry of his own.
Too soon, the path between the fields ended. He pulled on the horse's
reins so as to not risk breaking her leg from stumbling into a prairie
dog hole or an unseen dip in the ground. Mary snorted in relief when she
was slowed to a walk.
Their path wound to the right and started climbing up a hill. Anthony
continued to hold him close. That suited Justin just fine. The summer sun
beat down merciless upon them and he was sweating in his clothes. Not for
long though. That pond lay beyond the next six hills in a wooded grove.
Johnny had told him how rare it was to find standing water in the prairie.
He attributed this wonder to a spring. It fed the pond and provided enough
water for spruce trees to grow there.
They rode together for more than half an hour. Justin kept his eyes
forward and low at the ground to guide his horse safely up and down the
hills. There was no path. Yet he knew the way from riding with Johnny to
the pond. He'd not gone back there since his brother's death. That loss
still ached his heart but he was with a new companion this day and the
thought of it brought him joy. He lifted his face to the sky in prayer.
Silently spoken words of hope that his friendship with Anthony would grow
strong and bring them both happiness.
Calm Bull looked around in wonder. He saw trees and a pond where none
should be admits a prairie. Juss-teen was tending to his horse. Its reins
were secured and the blanket tossed onto the mossy ground near the water's
edge. The boy turned in his direction. He smiled shyly. After glancing
back at the pond, he started pulling off his clothes. The man grinned. He
eagerly shed his and naked, joined the boy who was waiting for him. They
looked each other over.
Justin marveled at the Indian's brown skin. It was smooth. No hair
except for under the man's arms, on his groin and flowing down in black
lengths nearly to his shoulders. He hoped that Pa wouldn't press Anthony
to trim it back. The Indian had already suffered the loss of his braid.
Calm Bull wondered if the boy's pale skin would burn in the sun. His
body was lightly haired. Pink nipples stuck out from his breast. Looking
lower, he noticed Juss-teen's lack of a foreskin. He'd heard that white
people cut it off baby boys for some religious purpose. That didn't seem
right. A foreskin protected a limp cock from coming to harm. He wondered
if its lacking wasn't done to prevent boys from pleasuring themselves in
hand since that act was considered taboo. Amongst his own People, there
was no shame to a boy's necessary release whether he was of age to shoot
from it or not. Boyhood friends shared that pleasure. They practiced for
that time when becoming men and taking squaws to their tipi.
Justin was also looking low at the Indian. He envied the man's thick
skin around his cock that hung limp over his balls (for now). His eyes
roamed to Anthony's backside. It was nice, a deep brown and looked soft.
Yet muscles rippled beneath his cheeks that gave it shape. He remembered
soaping up this man's ass in the tub and him fingering into his hole
before asking him to 'go in' and saying 'Me ass good. Good!' Too late the
boy realized that it wasn't his finger the man wanted to go inside him.
Calm Bull noticed where the boy's eyes were looking on him. He turned
slightly, reaching his left hand down to feign rubbing away an itch to
his ass. Could he coax Juss-teen to mount him? He'd already gotten a
sweet drink from his loins so now he longed for a wet butt. Maybe the boy
would let him stick into his pale ass afterwards. That act would make a
man out of him. And consummate their love... No! He shouldn't be thinking
that way for a pale face. They were a strange people who couldn't love
like how he'd felt for Little Pony's Tail. At least not between males.
Those two white men eagerly rode his ass in the stable but that had been
done out of lust and their need for conquest.
A dark expression came over Anthony's face. Justin thought it looked
like anger. At him? Maybe this Indian was mad at him for daring to look
over his nakedness. Or maybe it was because he was just standing there
with a limp dick when this man wanted them to do something together. The
boy didn't know. He turned towards the pond and dove in. The cold water
shocked him. It felt refreshing and helped him escape what was becoming
an uncomfortable situation between them.
Calm Bull was startled out of his thoughts. He saw the boy's daring
head first leap into the pond. Juss-teen surfaced, waving to come join him
in the water. He didn't know how deep it was so his landing was with his
butt, legs folding just as he struck the water. That resulted in a huge
splash. It also stung something fierce. Splashes assaulted him that came
from the youth. Not allowing that to go unavenged, the man laid back and
fiercely kicked his legs. He was rewarded when Juss-teen sputtered.
Justin had been caught by surprise. He'd swallowed water and turned
away from the man's feet splashes to catch his breath. How his lungs
hurt! Anger filled him because them splashes still came his way and
risked drowning him if he didn't escape them. He treaded the deep water.
Breaths were difficult for him and soon, his limbs grew with fatigue. He
didn't think he could make it to shore.
Calm Bull's counter attack had been successful. No more splashes came
from the boy so he stopped kicking through the water, his feet sinking
and not finding bottom. That surprised him. How deep was this pond? He
felt a cold undercurrent. That explained how this pond was formed, likely
from a spring. He heard a hoarse cough. And another one. Alarm filled the
man when he realized that the boy was in distress. He struggled to swim
while he coughed with only his head sticking up from the water.
That sent Calm Bull into action. He swam over to Juss-teen and reached
his arm around the boy's chest, pulling him towards shore. Those coughs
sounded bad. He must have swallowed some water, the man feared. They
reached the shallows. He carried the youth up the bank and set him down
over the horse blanket. Guilt filled the man's heart.
Justin struggled for breath. He was glad for Anthony's help but that
didn't lessen the burning from his lungs. He tried coughing the water out.
Several hard pounds were felt against his back. Cough, cough. It hurt!
Calm Bull remembered what happened to another youth who'd fallen into
a river. His father pulled the little boy out and laid him over the grass
on his belly, pushing down on his back to force the water from his lungs.
He'll try this for Juss-teen.
Justin's sight was fading. The pain was really bad now and he couldn't
seem to catch his breath. Air gurgled from his lungs. Anthony was pulling
on his arms to get him laying over his belly. He had no energy to resist
the Indian. A soft heaviness pressed over his butt. Strong hands pushed
down over his back again and again. The boy coughed. This time, water
came out with his harsh breath. He managed to fill his lungs with air.
Another downwards push was followed by a watery cough. The boy gasped for
breath with a sense of relief.
Calm Bull relaxed his hands. He'd heard the water coming out followed
by the boy's strong intake of air. It had worked. He caressed Juss-teen's
back to help relax him after the ordeal. Guilt filled him. It wasn't his
intent to harm this youth from their splashing game. Would he understand
that it wasn't intended? The boy coughed. Not a loud one but he could
still hear the pain in it.
Justin was able to relax over the blanket. His breaths came more easily
though he still coughed every so often. Anthony's hands were felt rubbing
over his back. That felt good. He realized that the man was sitting on
his butt. If he wasn't in such distress, he could of enjoyed that and get
his dick hard towards an embracing of pleasure between them.
Calm Bull's cock was hard. Sitting over Juss-teen's slippery ass had
gotten him very excited. He resisted the urge to lay over the boy's back
and what that would lead to. "Teh!" the man muttered under his breath. He
would not rape this vulnerable youth because any chance for love would be
lost. That last thought surprised him. He recognized that hope still lay
in his heart for them to be together even though his head denied its
possibility. The man scooted off. He laid over his belly while facing
away from the white boy to go into deep thought.
Justin felt cool air over his backside. He turned to Anthony who was
laying beside him, the back of his head was towards him. He wanted to look
on the man's face to see if he was feeling sorry for what he'd done. No.
The boy knew that he was. He'd helped bring him out of the pond and push
water from his lungs. It had been an accident. He wanted to let him know
that he wasn't mad.
Calm Bull felt bad. He knew that he was over reacting and that no
permanent damage had been done to the boy. He'd recover. Yet guilt still
plagued his heart. Not so much from what happened but that he was trying
to get something from the white youth that couldn't be taken. They may
come to share pleasure together but not what he'd briefly achieved with
Little Pony's Tail. That boy was of his own People. He could freely speak
from his heart and hear what was in his heart for him. It was wrong of
him to seek love from Juss-teen. He'd only end up confusing the boy and
getting them both in trouble with his parents.
"Anthony?" he called out. The Indian remained facing away from him.
Justin crawled over the blanket until he could grasp the man's left arm.
He shook it. "Anthony? It's okay. I'm not mad at you." The boy realized
that his words probably weren't understood. "You no bad. No bad!"
Calm Bull turned his head around after hearing those words. He peered
into the boy's sky blue eyes and felt hope returning to his heart. Not
because he was forgiven. In Juss-teen's face, he saw the same longing
that Little Pony's Tail often gave him... No! He'd misread this white
youth. It was only forgiveness that he revealed for him.
Justin felt an aching in his heart. He didn't understand why Anthony's
face was like hard stone. Unfeeling. It almost seemed like the Indian was
angry at him when it was his fault for what happened. The boy wouldn't
give up. "You no bad." Another thought struck him for what he could say.
"My heart good for you." He wet his lips and asked, "Is your heart good
for me?"
Calm Bull heard the words and understood them. More so, the pleading
in Juss-teen's voice convinced him. He tightly shut his eyes. This boy's
love must be denied for both their sakes! They risked too much because he
was from a People who recently warred against the whites and lost. Those
who weren't killed outright were taken to bad lands by the soldiers to
die a slow death. Some found a quick one at the hands of avenging whites.
That would be his fate should this boy's father discover them being
together. It would be well deserved. When Little Pony's Tail's uncle
banished him from the tribe, he wandered into white lands seeking death.
Yet it did not find him. A white man befriended him and set him to
working with horses. He forgot his grief for a while. Those two men
satisfied the need in him to offer bodily pleasure though it was only a
shadowy form of love that he'd gotten from his boy.
"You heart bad?" asked Justin. Anthony wouldn't respond; his eyes were
still shut tight as if to deny what he was offering this man. It was hard
for him to accept his feelings for this Indian. He'd dared much to reveal
his heart but the pain of rejection was even worse!
The boy pressed his face into Calm Bull's shoulder. Little hands were
clutching his left arm as if never letting go. The man felt his resistance
crumbling. Yet he kept his head when thinking about the terrible things
the whites had done to his People. The killing. Not in honorable war
making but the wanting slaughter of women and children. Those who survived
were put on bad land to suffer a slow death and worse, the loss to their
spirit. He dared to love Little Pony's Tail and the boy returned his love
yet he was banished because of it. Would the few days of joy he'd share
with this youth be worth the agony of another banishment or death? A
similar fate might befall Juss-teen. He was only a boy. Not a man who
knew what he was doing and accepted risks before acting on his desires.
Something wet was felt against Calm Bull's shoulder. It ran down his
left arm and that's when he realized that Juss-teen was crying. Anguish
squeezed the man's heart. It drove away the angry thoughts from his head
so he turned to the boy with his pleading. "No wa-er. You no bad."
Justin began to sob. He spoke though his tears in the hope that his
words would be understood. His hope for them to remain friends and more
if Anthony would only try. Couldn't he love him back?
Calm Bull didn't understand what the boy was saying but he heard it
clearly with his heart. Juss-teen was trying for love. He didn't really
know what that was yet because they'd only just met and he was young. So
was Little Pony's Tail, the man realized. A boy of eleven summers. What
they'd achieved took four moons of being together to make for a strong
love in their hearts. This boy was nearly in his mid teens. Of age to be
named a brave of his People but he was white. Such youths remained with
their parents for another five years because they needed those extra
summers to become men. Not in body but with wisdom for their heads. This
was proving so for Juss-teen. He acted young for his age and his body too
was small. No. They should not try for love.
Justin loosened his grip of the man's arm. He leaned back onto his
left side to face Anthony and he tried looking at him through his tears.
They were wiped from the boy's cheeks. He closed his eyes and sighed when
the Indian gently caressed his face.
"No wa-er," Calm Bull asked.
"My heart hurts." Justin opened his eyes and caught the longing on
Anthony's face before his expression turned to hard mud. "No... no!" The
boy reached for the man's face and rubbed over it. He wanted to see past
this Indian's guarded emotions to know if he felt anything in his heart
for him. "Please don't be scared!"
"Scared?" Calm Bull knew that word because Ricardo often told him how
the people in town were scared of him so he should keep out of sight. He
understood what Juss-teen meant. "I scared for you. Bad een-eh... me!"
Justin pondered the Indian's broken sentences. Was Anthony saying that
he was scared for him? That his heart would be made bad because of him?
"I'm not scared. You no bad een-eh or make my een-eh bad." The boy was
pointing at his heart. "Hurts!" Renewed tears filled his eyes.
Calm Bull was nearly moved to tears himself by the boy's display of
love for him. This youth may not really understand it. He probably hadn't
considered the risks if they tried embracing it. Yet his heart felt it.
Strongly. It was too late to stop Juss-teen's feelings for him and the
hope in his own heart for love couldn't be denied.
At some unspoken signal yet mutually agreed upon, the boy and his man
pressed their faces together for a kiss. It was everything Justin imagined
it would be like. A soft tenderness. Sweet. His heart soared and any
thought of it being wrong or strange never came to his head. He felt
Anthony's lips responding to his for a second more deeper kiss. Their
arms flew around each other in a tight hug.
When Juss-teen gasped for breath, it exploded from his mouth as a
cough. Calm Bull pressed the side of his wet face against the boy's. He
soundly pounded over his back. They were still kissing even if their lips
weren't. Love surged in the man's heart. He forgot about the risks or the
utter hopelessness of thinking he would be with this white youth that
would last to the end of their days. It wouldn't. Yet they had this
moment together. A brief sweet sharing of hearts and the bodily joining
that would soon follow. He wouldn't regret the bad that would happen
afterwards. His first love with Little Pony's Tail was worth banishment.
He faced worse by being with this youth. It didn't matter what happened
to him so long as nothing bad happened to Juss-teen. They would embrace
love with each other. Surely the Great Father Spirit wouldn't see it as
an evil though mere men said it was so. To deny their longing spirits was
a wrong.
Justin was thinking something similar. He couldn't believe that the
Lord would see his love for this man as being a sin. Not when if felt so
right in his heart. Anthony felt this same thing in his heart. They both
couldn't be wrong!
Calm Bull pulled from the boy's arms. He sat up and faced the pond
with troubled thoughts. Was his hard cock getting him into trouble again?
No. That was an unworthy thought. He was acting from his heart. Strangely,
no sense of betraying his love for Little Pony's Tail came to him.
Justin rose from the blanket and squatted at Anthony's side. He timidly
grasped the Indian's brown arm. The man turned to him with deep longing
on his face. "Your heart good for me?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes." Calm Bull saw relief in the boy's face that turned to longing.
"Come to me."
Justin crawled around the man who held out his long brown arms to him.
He sat in Anthony's lap, facing him. Legs folded around his butt. That
brought his body onto the man's with their hard dicks touching. The boy
folded his legs. He began to pant with excitement.
Calm Bull gripped the boy's shoulders. He peered deep into Juss-teen's
eyes for a long moment but they didn't flinch. Happiness. That's what he
saw in this youth and he felt that himself. "Me hart good. For you..."
Justin lifted his chin to kiss this man. It was sweet. He brought his
arms around Anthony and held him tight not ever letting him go.
A large black crow flew low over the pond with his wings dipping into
the cool water. He lifted in flight over the two huddling forms, cawing
in surprise to see such a thing. This treed place was special. Not for
the two legged invaders who ripped up prairie grass, flower and disturbed
the deep ground tunnelers. The crow circled around once more. His spying
gleaned him nothing further about them. Hunger drove the bird to find
the juicy sun colored seeds that had displaced the tall grass that once
grew along the creek.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
If you liked this fantasy of mine, I have others to share with you that
I've posted with the Nifty Archive on the Internet at: www.Nifty.Org/
From their homepage, click AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES BY VINCE WATER...
My latest series of erotic Indian stories are 'New to Love' with twenty
story parts and 'New to Teaching Love' with eight story parts (so far).
Let me tell you. It takes a lot of work to put my fantasies into words
and this text only represents about a quarter of what I'd thought up
happening between Justin and Calm Bull during them three hours late into
the night. If you've liked this story, I'll write the next part. Just let
me know. Send your email to me at:
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