Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 17:50:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Little Indian Boy II

This chapter is shorter than I usually write but I'd promised Nifty that
I'd get it posted within an hour of the first one. I do try to honor my
promises. I hope you like the story. Sonny has been on my mind as the
possibility of something longer and here it is with more to come.

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Still naked, I had Sonny plop his slender little butt on a stool in the mud
room while I took out a navy med kit. Everything was neat and orderly so I
had no problem finding the medical shears and went about cutting the
bandages off of sonny's hand and wrist. The palm and a couple fingers had
gashes in it, none that required stitches but almost. They looked like
defensive cuts to me.

"Can you move your fingers," I asked the boy and he did, slowly and in some
obvious pain. The hand was somewhat grimy so I whetted a wash cloth then
used medicated cleanser to get the grime off. Sonny grimaced and gasped a
few times but didn't cry out.

"This is gonna sting," warned him and used a hydrogen peroxide wash to kill
any infection that might be lurking there. Of course the stuff bubbled like
a witch's brew but again, the boy remained fairly stoic. After patting it
dry I smeared it with an antibiotic cream then re-wrapped it and taped it
off.  That being done I went to work on the arm with the cast.

"Wanna tell me what happened," I asked as I cleaned the grime off his hand
and fingers then trimmed the cotton batting that was coming out all around
the hand. The cast was in extremely bad shape, small bits a pieces handing
along the edges, still held in place by the cast mesh. If there was still
something broken under there then the cast was all but useless.

"My uncle," Sonny said. After a moment of his not saying anything I looked
up at him then went back to work.  Once the cast was cleaned up I found a
nail cleaner and went about getting the entombed dirt from under the nails
as well as the nail bed next to the cuticles. All in all it took about 30
minutes during which Sonny told me that his uncle was a raging alcoholic,
had always resented having to watch after Sonny and had slapped the boy
around for years.

"I learned pretty much to stay away from him as much as possible,
especially when he was drinking which was every day. I spend most of my
time staying at friend's houses." Sonny went on to describe a life that had
been filled with strife, often with fear if not terror. He'd been beaten so
many times he'd lost count. The boy had various bones broken, the current
arm break had happened when he fell trying to get away from the man.

The washer dinged its finish so I tossed it into the dryer then turned back
to Sonny. The boy was looking at me and I simply looked back for a moment,
taking in his beauty. The kid was a knockout, no doubt about it but he also
seemed to be sweet and kind. I single tear started to run down his cheek
and it was all I could do not to run over and hold him. I did step up and
put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. He started crying and it was so
soft that if it hadn't been for his shoulders heaving I wouldn't have
known. His head was down, looking at the floor, his hands at his face. He
sobbed for a good 2 minutes before it subsided

I dropped to one knee in front of him which of course placed me eye to eye
with his crotch. Everything was hanging easy their default position and was
truly a wonderful sight. I looked up, saw that Sonny's eyes were closed but
water ran down his smooth cheeks. He finally opened them, saw me watching
him, but did nothing to hide the pain he was feeling. I grabbed the wash
cloth off the counter and gently blotted his eyes and wiped his cheeks, the
boy sitting patiently and allowing me to groom him.

"I don't have any body Dakota. That's why I'm trying to find my mom." The
look of anguish on his smooth brown face about ripped my heart out.

"Look Sonny, I know it's not the same but, I'm here for you. I'm here for
you today and I'll be here for you tomorrow and as long as you need me to
be. I know I'm not blood family but we're from that same people; that makes
us brothers in the native tradition."  He was looking me in the eyes and
without saying a word slid off the stool and into my arms. The boy his arms
around my neck, mine went around his waist and he hugged me fiercely.

"Thank you Dakota. That means a lot to me," he whispered in my ear. He
finally broke the hug and sat back on the stool and I finished working on
the cast and once it was finished re-stowed the med pack and put it back in
the cupboard. The clothes still had some time to dry so I turned to see the
boy's mouth wide open in a yawn. I asked if he was tired and he nodded his
head. "I haven't had a lot of sleep lately and none of it has been real
good."

"Well you can turn in if you want to. I still have some things to attend to
so I won't be going to sleep for a while." He said that would be good. I
told him he'd have to sleep in my bed or the sofa because the second bed
room was my workout room and he said that was okay. "And the clothes won't
be dry for at least 20 minutes."

"That's okay Dakota, I don't mind sleeping naked." I nodded my head then he
followed me into the bedroom where I turned the bed down and he climbed
in. I sat down on the bed along side him then reached out and pushed a
stray strand of hair from his face and simply admired his beauty. The boy
was so damned cute and seemed so incredibly sweet and, if not innocent,
then darned close.

"You are so kind to me," he said, his voice soft and child like. "Thank you
Dakota." I nodded my head in thanks, not deeming it necessary to actually
answer. "What if I can't find my mom; what then?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know Sonny. I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we come
to it. For now though, do your best to get a good night's sleep and
tomorrow morning we'll get that arm checked out. Then we'll start looking
for your mom." I started to get up but he took hold of my wrist and pulled
gently while propping himself up on one elbow. His head was raised and it
didn't take a lot to figure out what he wanted. I leaned down, pursed my
lips then kissed him, reveling in the contact and the softness of him.

"Thank you again," he said then lay down, slipped his arm under the covers
and snuggled in so that only his head was visible. It stood up and left the
room and figured that he may well have been sound asleep before I pulled
the door closed to just a crack.

I went through the living room and kept going into the kitchen and pulled a
beer from the fridge. I rarely drank but always kept a couple of cold ones
just in case. Snookie was right there with me so I dropped to a knee to hug
and rub him which of course he loved beyond measure.

"What are we gonna do with that boy," I said aloud and Snookie looked at me
then swiped his big tongue across my face. Apparently he wasn't sure
either. I traipsed back into the living room and turned the TV on and
watched mindlessly for about 30 minutes until the beer was gone then tossed
the empty into the trash. I let the dog out then pulled the clothes out of
the dryer and tossed them on the counter to fold. I wondered about spending
some money to get Sonny some new clothes as his were pretty
threadbare. Snooks scratched at the door to be let in so I did then set the
house alarm, turned the lights off and trundled off to bed.

I woke in the middle of the night to find Sonny pressed up against me. I
always sleep on my back and the boy was snuggled in close, his bandaged arm
across my belly. He head was resting on my shoulder, the arm with the cast
must have been behind him. I was acutely aware of his rock hard cock
pressed against my hip. He was breathing in a slow but steady rhythm,
clearly in a deep REM sleep. He felt warm and good against my body and I
remembered back to when Gian, the Filipino boy I'd been with, would snuggle
up to me the same way. I missed having a boy in my life, a boy I could
love, and before drifting off to sleep wondered briefly if Sonny might fill
that void, at least for a while.

I woke at 5:30, my customary time, hauled my ass out of bed, when to the
bathroom to do my thing then got dressed for my morning workout. I did 15
minutes of stretches and took Snookie with me for my 2 mile run, which of
course he loved. Back at the house I went through my weight routine then
turned my coffee pot on. While it was going I went to by bedroom to change
out of my sweaty clothes. I'd considered a shower but figured Sonny was
going to want one as well and likely would need some help. Well, hopefully
would need some help. I chastised myself for a moment, thinking of the boy
in that manner, but quickly dismissed it.

Because the furnace had gone on and the house warmed up Sonny had kicked
some of the covers off. He was still laying face down, his arms wrapped
around a pillow, covered mostly by the sheet and that only barely. His back
was completely exposed, the edge of the sheet puddling in the small of his
back. His butt rose up from there, a narrow but nicely rounded pair of
globes. The sheet had settled a little in his gluteal cleavage which
highlighted his cheeks. I felt my belly tingle just looking at him, loving
the serene innocence of his sleep.

He must have sensed my presence for he rolled onto his back and opened his
eyes. He smiled at me then stretched noisily, arching his back, his morning
hard on making itself known against the sheet. He relaxed back onto the bed
and his bandaged hand went straight for his crotch to tug and pull and
otherwise relieve some of the tension that was caused by inattention.

"Did you sleep well," I asked him as he released his boyhood charm and let
his arms rest on the bed.

"Yeah, like a rock," he said with a yawn. "I really gotta pee though." With
that he tossed the sheets back and swung his legs out and got up, his cock
standing proud and firm in front of his taut brown belly, his smooth
hairless sac at full hang. I couldn't help but look and so did he.

"I must be glad to see you," he said with a laugh then headed toward the
door, his cock wagging like a blind man's cane. I turned as he went past
and admired again, his slender butt. Sonny surprised me by looking back
over his shoulder to see if I was watching him and smiled when he saw that
I was. I heard him pee, then heard the door close and knew that he was
taking care of his other business. I went into the kitchen for a cup of
coffee and less than five minutes later I heard the toilet flush and he
came out of the bathroom and into the living room where I was seated.

I watched him approach my chair, his stuff back in its default state, his
cock head peeking out from beneath its dusky hat. He had a terrific body in
that all the creases and crevices were in the right places giving his torso
a nice definition. He came up and sat on the arm of my chair and leaned
down for a kiss, which I gave him. I wondered briefly what it would be like
to linger there, my lips pushing against his soft full lips.

"Are you hungry naked boy?" He smiled which made his face light up and
nodded his head then commented that I was just as naked as he was. That was
true; I was and generally was until I showered. "How about some scrambled
eggs and toast?" He nodded his head again and said it would be perfect.

I hiked my butt up out of the chair and headed to the kitchen, Sonny behind
me. He asked if he could have some coffee, I said he could then so got a
cup from the cupboard, poured it and asked what he wanted in it which was
cram and sugar. When I had it prepared to his liking I handed it to him and
started the breakfast process. We made small talk while I cooked then sat
at the small kitchen bar and ate. Sonny didn't seem to have too much
problem although it was slow going.

It was a little after 8 and I wanted to get to the clinic at a reasonable
hour. I told Sonny I needed a shower and he said he'd like to take one as
well. I asked if he wanted his hair re-done since there were strands poking
out all over and he nodded his head. We tromped off to the bathroom, got
his hair brushed out and his hands re-bagged, the water where I wanted it,
and in we went.

After getting us both rinsed off we stepped out from under the spray and I
went about doing Sonny's shoulders. As soon as I took my hands away he
leaned back into me so I simply reached around him and began working his
chest then slipped my arms under his and soaped his flat belly. I'd kept
the bar of soap in one hand in order to keep the suds going and when I got
just below his belly button I ran my soapy fingers down into his hairs and
the base of his cock. I was a little shocked because the boy felt hard. I
reached out in front of me, rubbed my hands together to get more lather
then put one on each hips and moved inward, my free hand getting to the
center first. The fingers slipped between his balls and his inner thigh
then back between his legs a couple times before coming out underneath his
soft sperm makers and lifting them. I pulled up as my other hand moved in
and touched his cock and discovered that he was in fact fully engorged.

The free hand encircled his rigid flesh and I felt my own cock begin to
harden against Sonny's butt.  "What have we here," I said as I slid my
soapy hand the full length of him.

"It's glad to see you Dakota," the boy said looking downward and watching
my hands as they played and washed all that made him a boy. "Feels like
your glad too," he said. I moved my ass back in order to allow my cock free
rein to go in the direction nature wanted it to then moved back against
him, pinning my dick between us.

"I think so," I responded, my voice deepening with lust. Showering with a
boy is as grand an experience as I've ever had and showering with one as
cute and sweet as Sonny just made it all that more exciting. I held his
foreskin back and slid my soapy hand up over his cock head causing him to
moan then immediately turned him around in order to rinse the soap off. As
long as he was facing the spray I soaped my hands again then slipped the
lathered one between his legs. Sonny stepped a foot out in order to allow
me easy access to his core which I spent a good 10 seconds on, rubbing back
and forth over the puckered muscle.

"God I love it when you touch me like this Dakota," he said in a husky
voice.

"I love touching you like this Sonny," I whispered in his ear and his knees
sagged as new feelings ripped through his young body. I turned him back
around and held him against me, my hands on his delicious little butt,
prying the cheeks open to rinse his hole. Our cocks were mashed together
between us and for a moment I wished that I'd some hair conditioner or
other slippery liquid in there so I could teach the boy about frottage. He
looked up at me, eyes almost closed from lust, so I lowered my head and
pressed my lips against his and we began a long, open mouth tongue battling
kiss. When we broke it he said,

"Can we go to your bed Dakota? I nodded my head and responded with

"Absolutely." He quickly wrung his hair out and I just as quickly soaped
myself as Sonny got out and I assumed began the drying process. I got
myself rinsed then shut the water off and pulled the curtain open. Sonny
had managed to dry himself mostly and was trying to get the bags off his
hands, his hard young cock jutting out from his narrow frame like a limb on
a tree. I ran a towel over my body getting most of the water off then
helped the boy get the bags off. I'd no sooner accomplished that when he
dropped to his knees and pulled my cock down and placed his mouth over it
and he began sucking me.

Looking down on him, his smooth face, long eyelashes and full lips wrapped
around my cock made my heart throb. He bobbed his head to and fro almost
hungrily, a very low moaning sound coming from deep in his throat. One hand
stroked me while the other played with my balls, at least as much as they
could while being hampered, and I wondered for just a brief second if this
wasn't one of the reasons his uncle treated him so badly; because he was
gay. I knew it then, that he was gay. No straight boy would suck cock just
like that and with such intensity.

He finally stopped and stood up, breathing fairly heavily. "I had to do
that Dakota; I just had to." I nodded my head.

"I know how you feel." I grabbed the vent brush and quickly got the tangles
out of his hair then rummaged around in the large bathroom cabinet and
pulled out a Tupperware container. I quickly pulled his hair into a pony
tail at the crown and put an elastic band on it, then pulled the two sides
back at just above the ears and secured that, then gather the rest from the
occipital bone down and secure that so that he had 3 pony tails in one. I
grabbed a large barrette out of the container, pulled the end of the tail
to the top of his head and secured it. We both looked at my handy work in
the mirror then I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom and my
bed.

I yanked the sheets back and crawled on with hot stuff right behind me. I
rolled to face him and no sooner had he lain down than I rolled to him and
placed my upper body over his and planted my lips against his. I had draped
my leg over his and my knee was bent so that it pushed lightly against his
balls and I could feel the warmth of them on my skin.

Sonny kissed me back with as much ferocity as I kissed him; his arms around
my neck pulling me to him. I let my free hand run down along his side, onto
his hip then transfered over to the inner part and move back upward until
it hit my leg. I moved my knee down to let my hand pass and ended up with
his smooth sac in my palm. Sonny gasped slightly as the warmth of my hand
spread out from his sensitive nuts. I hefted them, tugged at them then
gently let them go and went for his cock, a raging pulsing tube of flesh. I
felt and heard him moan as I squeezed up its length. I was dying to suck
his dick, had been since I first saw it, so broke the kiss and slid down
the bed, kissing his belly along the way. I stopped for a moment to lick at
the hard kernel of his belly button then moved on.

Face to face with his cock I simply admired it for a moment. I pulled his
foreskin down and saw the evidence of his desire; the red tinged swollen
head was shiny with seeping precum. I slid the pliable skin back and forth
of the head a few times before moving closer then licking the sticky
residue from it.  I had always admired the mechanics of my own foreskin but
it was way more fun to admire it on a boy. After thoroughly cleaning the
head I lowered mine and took him into my mouth.

I hadn't been with a boy for some time and having one in my bed, my arms,
and my mouth again was almost exhilarating. I held his cock as I suckled
him, slowly stroking the rigid flesh in tandem with the movement of my
head. I could hear the boy moan softly beside me then gasp when I took all
of him into my mouth and the sensitive head pushed into the back of my
throat. His body stiffened in response then relaxed back onto the sheets. I
felt Sonny's hands on my head then the fingers rubbing against my scalp as
his heat rose, taking upward even higher. I encircled his sac with thumb
and fingers and tugged the smooth eggs down, pulling the skin of his cock
even tighter and thus enhancing the feeling that were already ripping
through his body.

"Oh fuck Dakota stop, I don't want to cum yet," he moaned. I did as he
asked then rolled so that I was above him and moved back up so that we were
face to face again, my legs between his spread legs. I lowered my body
until I pressed against his, keeping my full weight off of him with my
knees and elbows. Our cocks were side by side and we both pushed our waists
together to mash the sensitive organs between our firm stomachs. We kissed
again as we gently undulated against each other, a dry frottage.

I had an urge to cum that way and quickly rolled off of Sonny and saw the
questioning expression on his face as I pulled a bottle of lube from my
nightstand. I quickly poured some on my belly and my dick, smeared it
around then did the same to him. I leaned over the side of the bed, wiped
my hands on one of our bath towels then got back on top of him again. This
time when our bodies met there was no dry friction, the lube providing
plenty of gooey contact. When I undulated my waist against Sonny's I
thought his eyes were going to roll to the back of their sockets.

"Do you like that baby boy," I asked him.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned then pulled my head to his. We deep throat kissed
again as we both moved our bodies against each other. The intensity built
quickly as our cocks slid against our muscled bellies and each other. We
broke the kiss and Sonny turned his head, as much to get needed oxygen as
any other reason. I put my mouth in the soft crook of his neck and nuzzled
there causing him to moan and pull my head tighter to him.

"Oh God Dakota," he whispered in my ear, his lips trying to catch my ear
lobe. I felt the familiar tingle of impeding orgasm and told him I was
going to cum almost any second. Sonny's answer was to move his waist with
more pressure and faster movement.

"Oooohhhh," he finally grunted out as his smooth young body began to
spasm. I was close but knowing that the boy was cumming, knowing that his
young balls were giving up their precious nectar took me over the top and I
too groaned as waves of pleasure rippled through my body. If I'd been in an
asshole or a cunt I'd have been slamming my body against its owner but the
fact that I wasn't that didn't stop me from pressing harder, mashing our
cocks together tighter. It didn't slow Sonny down either for the boy was
matching my thrusts with his own. The sensitivity in my cock head was
incredible.

Sonny's hands were on my back at first then moved down to cup my butt, to
pull me to him, to encourage me to hump against him and hump I did. I
reveled in the feelings of body contact, the warmth of him, and the
enthusiasm that the boy exhibited. I knew I could love this boy and hoped
that his feelings were at least a little bit similar to mine.

Like every other orgasm I'd ever had this one was over way too soon. We
both slowed down and finally stopped and in order to breathe deeper I took
a little of my weight off of him. I kissed his ear, nibbled at his ear lobe
with my lips, kissed his cheek and then his lips. The kiss was more gentle
then, a softer kiss, less driven by need and lust. It was still really
good.

I finally rolled off of him and onto my back. My hand sought out his and
held it as we both came down off of the extraordinary high. Neither of us
said anything for 2 minutes at least.

"Fuck that was intense Dakota, really intense," he said. I rolled to face
him, encouraging him to do the same. "Oh man, the sheets," he exclaimed.
Basically I said fuck the sheet, they could be washed. I kissed him again.

"I think I really needed that," he said. "Not just the sex but, you know,
the closeness, or something like that."

"The intimacy," I suggested and he nodded his head.

"Me too."

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