Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2010 17:12:55 -0700
From: Gary Pinto <gmony6@gmail.com>
Subject: Part2: "The Wild Times of Timothy Church"

THE WILD TIMES OF TIMOTHY CHURCH
By Max the Cat
(b/b-M/bb-M/b)

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Part 2: Learning a new way of life:

     Martha Church began to worry. Timothy had gone with Jace Kimball two
days ago to search for a new source of water, they should have been back by
now. Martha began to harp on her husband to talk to Wave Russell, she
wanted Timothy back. Finally Jeddah Church took the horse from William and
rode up to the front and cornered Wave. "We are beginning to worry about
Timothy?" Wave nodded "I am worried about he and Jace, they should have
been back by now."

     Wave decided that he and four men should go and look for the two
missing people. He took William, March Parker one of the better shots in
the train and Bayless Perkins who was the other scout, he had been a scout
for the fifth Calvary when they were involved in the Mexican War in
'46. They also took two of Wave's bloodhounds.

     They rode out and within two hours they saw a circle of birds flying
northwest of them. Wave swallowed hard and they rode to the circle of
buzzards. It took an hour and saw a body full of arrows. They found a dead
Jace Kimball with five arrows in his chest, they were Blackfoot arrows, and
that scared them. Jace's horse was gone, the saddle lay in a pile and all
of Timothy's clothing lay in a pile, there was blood on the sleeve of his
shirt. This meant that they took a bloody Timothy, was he alive or dead and
if he was dead why did he take him?

     They quickly buried Jace and headed back to the wagon train post
haste. Wave was mulling in his mind just how would he tell Martha and
Jeddah Church about the missing Timothy, he was in a quandary.  As the four
rode up Martha and Jeddah stood there, she was already crying, since
Timothy and Jace were not in tow. Wave Russell looked very grim "we found
Jace full of arrows and the boy was missing. Martha fainted.

     The group of Pawnee's with Timothy in the back of the boys pony rode
into the mountains. They rode all night until they came into their
camp. The whole group in the tribe approached. Their chief Tall Walking Man
started talking to the group leader. he told him what happened and pointed
to the beaten boy, who was naked. The Indian boy Running Bear, who was on
his first outing, hopped off and caught Timothy who fell off and into his
arms. Two other braves helped him with Timothy.

     He was taken into Running Bear's tepee, the boy was known as a "wahne"
and boy interested in men and what had went on between Jace and Timothy
made the chief decide that until further findings Timothy was also a
"wahne" and he and Running Bear should be together from the other
braves. Boys like Running Bear were not ostracized for the way they were,
in fact they were thought of as favored by the "Great Earth Mother!" The
way the whites treated boys of that type, Indian just didn't understand,
but then they didn't understand the white man and his ways anyway, the
white man wanted to own everything ,even the things the Great Spirit had
given to all, the land, the water, the Buffalo and even the trees.

     Running Bear began with cleaning Timothy's wounds. He felt Timothy's
rib cage and found at least two broken ribs. Running Bear quickly found Old
Lame Elk, the tribe's medicine man and asked what he should do. "Bind his
ribs in peeled tree bark from a Birch to keep him from turning, they need
time to rest, he must not move much, rub the wounds in bear grease laced
with pine tar, they will heal quickly. Running Bear did as told. Timothy
was given a potion which made him sleep. Running Bear fed the boy and
watched him like a hawk. He had caught a Prairie Chicken, cleaned and
boiled it, he made a broth and fed him the boiled meat.

     He also dressed Timothy in some of his attire, a loin cloth; leggings
and moccasins, he covered Timothy in a bear skin for warmth. He just could
not understand why the crazy white man would beat Timothy while having sex
with him. He would have sex with some brave and it was always soft and
tender, and Indian's never hit their young, that was unknown.

     Running Bear did bathe Timothy and each time he inspected the boys
genitals, they were just like his, He also like to play with them. he would
jack Timothy and the boy would harden quickly. That was as far as he went,
he didn't want to scare Timothy. He did like to look at the boys white skin
When he made Timothy hard he wanted to suck him, but that would come in
time.

     It was more than a week before Timothy could really move. each day the
braves that had help rescue him from what they referred to Jace Kimball as
"that crazy white rapist." They would ask Running Bear how the white boy
was, and he would say better. They would each look in and smile at Running
Bear and tell him how good he was, then go about their own things like
making arrows, lances, or go hunting, they would always leave something for
Running Bear and Timothy.

     The Indians believed that Timothy was here to replace a member of the
tribe who had left to meet the Great Spirit and was being cared for by the
Earth Mother. They felt safe, they figured the people who had brought
Timothy were looking for the Blackfeet warriors, they had used a quiver of
their arrows in killing Jace, and thought it was funny.

     This day Running Bear brought in a large pot of hot water. He began by
washing Timothy's face, arms upper body, then rebound his ribs. He washed
the white boys feet, legs and thighs He watched the boys penis stir. he
washed the two round balls, his ass and then he washed the cock. He
hardened in his hand and he looked up at Timothy's face, his lips were
tight and he rolled the penis head with his thumb, Timothy groaned and said
something he didn't understand. The penis was peeking out from the foreskin
and Little bear couldn't help himself, he ran his tongue around and around
the corona.

     Timothy pushed up and Running Bear opened his mouth and engulfed
Timothy's hard throbbing cock. His mouth moved up and down the hard cock
and Timothy ran his hand over the hairless head. Little Bear's head was
shaved with the exception of a spiked strip from his forehead up and over
then down to the nape of his neck, in the Pawnee fashion. He sucked and
licked Timothy's very hard penis.

     Timothy's blue eyes looked down at the caregiver making oral love to
him. He was loving the feeling and the feel of Running Bear's tongue as it
rolled and rolled over and under the length of his cock. This was so good
and it felt so right. he just lay there and let the Indian boy do what he
liked until Timothy got the feeling of cum beginning to make its way from
his insides to the tip of his throbbing boi-cock, he began to moan.

     "Suck me, please suck me, please don't stop, please don't." Little
Bear really didn't understand what he was saying, but it sounded like he
was enjoying the sucking and wasn't trying to stop him, he went at it
harder and faster, he slipped a finger inside of Timothy, the boy tightened
around the probe.

     Timothy pushed forward and his cock opened up and shot his sperm into
Running Bear's mouth, and Running Bear kept sucking and swallowing, Timothy
wanted it to last forever, it was so good. He finally laid back, a big
smile on his lips and Running Bear smiled and nodded back, then lay down
beside Timothy, an arm slung over Timothy's midsection, they slept.

     Timothy was woken up as an almost naked Running Bear was standing
outside with his two arms in the air mumbling something he didn't
understand, he was also outside last night. Timothy was getting better and
not sleeping all the time. Running Bear came back in and Timothy pointed to
the outside, to Running Bear. The Indian boy "Shakuru" and made the praying
sign by placing his two hands together, he had had contact with some
Catholic Fathers who had tried to convert the tribe, they ran them off.

     Timothy figured it out, he thought it was the boys religion, he
pointed to himself and said "Christian!"  Running Bear nodded and
smiled. He left the hut and brought back the medicine man Old Lame Elk. He
looked over Timothy and felt placed he had found hurt before. He smiled and
nodded to Running Bear. He said something very fast to Running Bear, the
boy smiled broadly and nodded up and down.

     Old Lame Elk ran his hand through Timothy's mop of hard and
left. Running Bear brought back boiled Prairie Chicken eggs. There were
four and Timothy offered Running Bear who pushed it back and pointed at
Timothy. Timothy persisted and finally Running Bear took one and they
shared the breakfast.

     They rested then Running Bear helped Timothy up and they went outside,
Old Lame Elk had told Running Bear that Timothy needed fresh air and some
exercise. They walked up and down in front of the hut. Timothy motioned to
go back in, but Running Bear nodded "no" and brought out an old tree stump
for Timothy to sit on. Many of the tribe came around to get a look at the
white boy, the younger girls giggled. The sun was warm and Timothy dozed.

     Timothy was woken by muffled noises coming from within the hut, he
peeked in and Running Bear and another big Indian were naked and Running
Bear was sucking the bigger Indian's big cock. Timothy was aroused and
watched the two having fun. Running Bear spied Timothy, there was a twinkle
in the young Indian's brown eye. He took in most of the big brown cock, his
saliva glossing his chin and the front of his dark skinned chest.

     Timothy couldn't help himself, he reached under the loin cloth, he was
naked there and grasped his own cock tightly. he was hot and horny, he was
getting better. The big Indian turned Running Bear around and placed
himself behind the young boy, his cock in his hand he dropped a big glob of
saliva onto the head of his cock.

     Running Bear turned his head and smile at Timothy then the big horny
Indian and pushed back on the brown spike, the Indian pushed forward and
popped his cock head into the tight anus, then pushed in again until his
sparse pubic hair hit Running Bear's ass, he started fucking the boy with
hard and long strokes that went deep into the boys recesses. His hips
pounded as he fucked the young boy.

     Running Bear moaned and said things Timothy didn't understand, but the
show was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. Timothy held onto his
penis and jerked it up and down, the he looked around and found to his
relief he was alone, so he continued to jerk himself off. Running Bear kept
pushing to meet the hot, hard strokes as he was fucked unmercifully, but he
loved it. His shaved head with the fan of greased black hair bobbed up and
down, he was also hard with the cock hitting places inside of him

     "Aye-e-e-e-e" came from inside the big Indian, he was cuming hard and
deep inside of Running Bear. Timothy jumped very startled with the
yelp. Running Bear's head was on the bearskin on the ground below them,
Timothy still held his cock, but had stopped wanking, his heart was beating
faster. Again the brave yelled "aye-e-e-e-e" and fell forward atop of
Running Bear.

     Timothy looked down and saw creamy white streams of sperm flowing down
the Indian boys inner thighs and down the slim legs. The big Indian pulled
out and a flood of white cum followed, he grabbed his loin cloth and
slipped it on and quickly left without saying a word. Running bear slowly
fell onto his side, still hard. Timothy hobbled over and went to his knees,
bent his head down and sucked in the rampant tingling cock.

     Running Bear stretched out, widened his legs and let Timothy have his
loins. Timothy sucked and licked. Holding at the root of Running Bear's
cock he pulled the stalk up and sucked on each sac encased ball. Timothy
could hear the young Indian moan and breathe harder, the cock again
disappeared back into Timothy's warm mouth, it felt to good to receive
instead of give all the time. He could feel his sperm bubbling inside and
he grabbed Timothy's head and held it tight, he came hard and in copious
amounts.

     Timothy swallowed and licked the spewing Indian boys penis, he drained
Running Bear. The Indian boy laid there his dark brown (almost black) eyes
glazed over in ecstasy. He started to babble in words Timothy couldn't
understand, yet he knew he had made the Indian boy very happy. Timothy saw
another bubble of sperm stop of the brown cock and licked it clean, Running
Bear shivered.

     As the wagon train moved on, Martha sat in back and pined for her dead
youngest son. She couldn't say a thing to her husband, if they had stayed
in Virginia Timothy would still be with them. Rebecca had taken over and
was doing most of the cooking and gathering of wood. She talked to her
mother and read passages from the family bible that might cheer up her
mother.

     A troop of the 12th Calvary approached the wagon train. The Captain
in-charge had been a Second Lieutenant under Wave Russell back in the
5th. He still saluted Wave and then they grabbed arms "Miles how good to
see you well, a Captain now, I still see you as a shave tail Louie." They
laughed and talked. Martha ran up and told of her son.

     Miles O'Hare shook his head. "Jace Kimball killed by the Blackfeet,
that is hard to believe, if anyone I thought it would have been the
Shoshone who killed him, you know there was that thing with the young
Indian boy he beat to death, or so the story goes." He paused "I'm sorry
mam I went off on a wrong track, you said your son was with Jace, but the
body wasn't there, that's strange, usually the Blackfeet kill everyone, the
only ones I know of who take prisoners are the Comanche, but that is
usually young women."

     Miles looked at Wave and back again at Martha "we will keep a look out
and ask as we patrol, who knows he just might be alive, but I really doubt
it." Martha's head dropped on her breast and slowly walked back to the
wagon. Jeddah stayed and thanked Miles O'Hare for his kindness. "Please
Captain my wife is so sad, Timothy was the youngest, and.............." he
trailed off and went back to catch up with Martha.

     The Captain asked if they were going to take the cut off before Big
Hill?" Wave said he was "don't want to climb that big hill Miles, could
kill some of the oxen and a few people. Miles and Wave clasped
hands. "Lieutenant Carter mount them up, were have to be on our way. "Miles
O'Hare leaned over from his mount "Wave tell that woman we'll try and find
out what happened to her boy, now Wave you be safe now, hear."

     Wave waved and the Calvary troop slowly moved southwest, he went back
to getting the wagon train to Standing Rock Divide.......................

Part 3: Turning wild!

Thanks to Cutterman! To Malajuvian for the idea, Jellofunk and Heredia!

Look for: Part 4 of "Trent Wheeler' and Part 3 of "Joshua reading"