Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 17:54:38 -0700
From: Gary Pinto <gmony6@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 4: "The Wild Times of Timothy Church"

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

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Part 4: Retribution!

     Timothy headed north into the mountains. He felt he was being
followed, yet he saw no one. He looked for pony tracks and found many. He
made camp late in the afternoon. He was surprised when he saw Big Elk, he
was some what shaken "I never saw you Big Elk." The big Indian nodded
"Timothy you must keep yourself alert a Blackfoot would have you before you
realized it. I brought you something silent." He handed the boy a very long
knife. "The white man call it a Bowie Knife, it is sharp and if you have to
throw it, it is true."

     Timothy thanked the Indian. "Will you stay with me this night Big
Elk?" The big Indian nodded and they sat by their small fire and ate a
rabbit Big Elk had hit with an arrow. Timothy laid next to Big Elk and let
his hand roam the big Indian's muscular body. The man lay still. The
smaller hand found the hard cock and jacked it, then Timothy smiled up,
then looked back down and ran his red tongue around the head that pushed
out of the foreskin. Timothy continued and took the flared hard head into
his mouth and sucked it.

     The Indian spread his legs and Timothy knelt between them. he sucked
in more of the hard penis. His blond head bobbed up and down. His blue eyes
looked up and they sparkled in the light from the fire. Timothy continued
to lick and suck the hard cock, the big Indian groaned and moaned, his hips
pushed up the meet the bobbing head.

     Timothy stood up and took off the balance of his clothing and
straddled the man. he held the cock at the ready entrance. he looked at the
man, smiling Timothy pushed the hard head into his body and slid down in
the rampant fleshy spike until he nestled on the sparse pubic hair. He
ground down and took the entire hard tube. he began his hard bouncing and
Big Elk pushed back meeting the youths hard thrusts.

     Big Elk saw the boys hard spike bobbing up and down in front of him,
he grasped hold, his thumb rolling over the pulsing head, he rubbed and
Timothy moaned his approval, it felt so good and he could feel his
boi-honey boiling inside of his hard balls. They were meeting each other's
movements, and both were approaching their ejaculation points rapidly.

       Both their breathing was becoming rapid. In hot and hard puffs they
pushed ahead with their rapid movements, each could feel cum boiling to the
top. Timothy's head stiffened straight, his boi-cock shot off in the big
Indians hand. The fingers coated by Timothy's hot boi-sauce. The blast came
next inside of Timothy. Big Elk's penis shot forth his sperm's and
Timothy's body filled up quickly, then the essence began to leak out.

     Big Elk left early in the morning "I wish you well Timothy, I hope you
find Running Bear, and I hope he is well, I am suppose to be scouting for a
heard of buffalo, we must hunt for the people." Timothy gave his friend a
small wave and broke camp. he too wished that Running Bear was still alive.

     Into the mountains he rode. he looked for signs and found many, "are
the Blackfeet that sloppy?' he thought to himself. Still he rode into the
late afternoon and still found no one. He found a small stream and hit had
a waterfall, he wanted to bathe and here it was. He dismounted and heard a
crying sound. He stood still, at first everything was silent, he listened
and he again heard the crying.

     Holding Jace's rifle at the ready. he came close to the water. He came
upon a young wolf in a beaver trap. His back leg was in the trap. The young
dark grey wolf was crying in pain and when Timothy got close he growled and
tried to pull away, the trap tightened its grip, the young wolf yelped in
more pain. Timothy talked in soft tones and knelt down and opened the trap
and pulled the legs out.

     The young wolf tried to rise, he was weak and in much pain and fell
back down. Timothy pulled out some jerky and handed it to the young
wolf. He sniffed it, then grabbed it and devoured it. Timothy got a small
cup and filled it with water and put it down in front of the wolf, he
looked around and then lapped it up quickly.

     Timothy peeled off some pine tar and started a small fire and heated
water then with a clean piece of cloth and cleaned out the deep would on
the animals rear paw, he melted the tar with a little hot hater. blew on it
to cool it some and then filled the wound then bound it. he threw more
jerky to the wolf, he sniffed again and then ate it.

     Timothy came up slowly to the young animal and picked him up and laid
him next to the fire to him keep warm and get him dry. The animal looked at
him, he was puzzled, the human didn't try to kill him, he fed him, still he
was wary of the human. Timothy ate and then stripped and walked into the
water. Under the waterfall he scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his body, it
also took away the body scent. He walked out naked and looked around, all
he saw was gold eyes.

     He quickly counted maybe fifteen wolves, Timothy gulped. The stood on
the outer parts of his camp. He stood naked and wet, his guns were too far
from him and the wounded wolf still laid by the fire for warmth. "Oh my
god!" Timothy mumbled under his breath. Her walked to his clothing and
heard a low growl, the fifteen wolves crouched down, a bigger wolf, coal
black in color, and it growled louder, fifteen crouched even lower. Timothy
decided he might do the same and the big wolf would leave him alone.

     He followed suit and groveled with the others. The big wolf came
closer and sniffed him, then he looked at the wounded wolf. He circled the
fire and Timothy, he came in from behind the young white boy and sniffed
Timothy's ass, he licked the hole, and licked again. Timothy couldn't help
it, he got hard.

     The big wolf growled and the fifteen moved back and laid low. The big
wolf ran his tongue up the boys cock, ball sac and licked the hole, In
lightning speed he mounted Timothy and knifed forward with his hairy
hips. Timothy was somewhat in shock, the hard canine cock was trying to
push into him. Timothy tried to pull away and felt the teeth clamp down on
his back and he froze in place.

     the big wolf stabbed hard and entered Timothy almost all the way, the
cock was very fat, but the next stab locked them together. Timothy and the
Wolf were locked in place and the young white boy was held by the cock,
knot and both big paws around his small midsection. He was being fucked in
to subservience by the pack leader and being taken into the pack.

     The wolf cock was driving into him and it actually was very exciting,
he was responding to the hard penetration and his boi-cock was hard and
throbbing in anticipation of a up and coming cum. Now Timothy was into the
fucking he was getting, he pushed back against the pounding wolf cock and
he could feel the head of his cock tingling and swelling, he tried but
couldn't hold back, the head opened up at the slit and shot forth his hot
sperm. It puddled in a large creamy pool below his naked chest.

     He could hear a howl from the big wolf. he felt the wolf cock swell
and shot hot creamy sperm deep into Timothy. The cock kept pounding hard
shooting far up into his colon. His head fell forward, he was
exhausted. The wolf laid forward on the boys back, his red tongue hung out
and laid on the boys back, saliva was coating his skin.

     They were locked together for over twenty minutes. Finally Timothy
felt the wolf's cock fall away, his sperm was following out also and
rolling down Timothy's white legs. he fell forward. He awoke from a groggy
sleep some thirty minutes later. He looked around and only he and the
wounded young wolf were ion his camp. At first he thought he had had a bad
dream, but his hole was leaking canine sperm and pulsing back to its normal
size.

     Timothy stood up, his legs were sore and he was tired, but he wanted
to be clean and waded back into the water and stood under the cold
waterfall and tried to rejuvenate. He walked back out and ate some of his
jerky. he shared it with the young wolf and for the life of himself he
couldn't realize what he was still alive. One thing he did know was the
wolf had fucked him and fucked him good, but he didn't know why?

     He slept fitfully and got up early. The young wolf tried to stand, but
couldn't. Timothy packed up and picked up the young wolf gently, wrapped
him in a small deer skin and got up on the horse and started out again. He
moved in slowly and toward evening the young wolf began to squirm. Timothy
got off the horse. Put the young wolf down and moved slowly toward some
noise.

     He was behind a big rock and there were three Blackfoot Indians. Tied
to two small tress was Little Wolf. He was beaten and half dead. The other
two Pawnee were nowhere to be seen, he figured they were already dead. Now
how to take the three full grown Indians. One got up and walked up to
Little Wolf and slapped him and spit on him. Timothy was getting madder and
madder.

     Timothy checked his six shot Navy ball and cap pistol. He decided to
walk in on them and startle them, he wanted the element of surprise. He
made sure the pistol came out of the holster without catching on
anything. He stood up, took a deep breath and in his left hand held the
rifle. "Hey old women, Blackfeet are women!"

     The three jumped and were startled. They went for their weapons. He
stood there and drew the pistol. The silence was broken by the howl of the
group of the sixteen wolves. The three forgot about Timothy for a long
second. Timothy fired his pistol killing two at once and belly shooting the
one who slapped Running Bear. The Blackfoot was withering in pain, holding
his belly.

     Timothy pulled out the Bowie knife. He walked up to the wide eyed
Indian, knelt beside him and slit his throat. He showed no mercy, the
Blackfoot Indian's would have shown him none, he cut down Running bear,
cleaned his wounds and placed him on one of the Blackfoot ponies, and tied
him in place. He took the Indian's weapons and placed them in a blanket and
tied them to another pony.

     Timothy pulled down the three Blackfoot's deerskin pants and
emasculated them. He placed their privates in and leather bag. Indian's
felt that if you came back you would come back in a different way, Timothy
said they were women and would come back as women! He picked up the young
wolf and took the other three horses with him.

     He decided to make as much distance from the Blackfeet and himself and
rode all night. He found a place he felt safe and made camp. He was being
trailed by sixteen wolves, they kept his back. He caught three Prairie
Chickens. he cooked one over a fire and laid the other two out on his
parameter for the other wolves. he fed Running Bear and the young wolf, he
laid the rifle over his legs and fell asleep, the wolves kept guard.

     He found some eggs and boiled them and fed Running Bear, the young
wolf and shelled and laid out five for the wolves to eat, he ate the last
one and resumed his ride to the Pawnee camp. He arrived there at four
a.m. Some of the camp were up and helped him with Running bear, he took
care of the young wolf.

     Old Lame Elk approached Timothy "I see you brought company, I see many
wolves, why?" Timothy looked out and saw the big Black Wolf and the fifteen
others. "They saved me when i came upon the Blackfeet, he handed Old Lame
Elk the bag and he opened it, he looked at Timothy "why?" "I called them
women and when they come back it will be as I called them!" Old Lame Elk
found the chief and told him then opened the bag, he closed it quickly.

     He and Old Lame Elk came to the young white boy. The chief held
Timothy by his shoulders and looked into his tired blue eyes "from this day
on you will be known as He the Wolves Follow, that is your Pawnee name!"
Timothy smile he had been totally accepted into the tribe, he nodded and
thanked the chief and Old Lame Elk for the honor.

     He went into the hut and took care of Running Bear and the young wolf,
then he found some meat and took it out to the wolf pack. He bowed to the
big wolf and honored him as the leader and he ate first. The down the
line. They stayed until the young wolf was well, he left with them.

     Running Bear recovered quickly and Timothy confided in him on what
happened between him and the wolf. Running Bear smiled "you are honored
Timothy my friend, you are always a part of the wolf pack, the wolves have
made you one of them. Your name is well deserved I will just call you White
Wolf." They laughed and Timothy helped Running Bear back into the hut. His
hand had hold inside of the Indian boys breech cloth and worked the hard
cock up and down. Running Bear laid back down and Timothy pulled off the
breech cloth and held the cock in the open air.  He bent forward and ran
his tongue around the brown head, then grinning he engulfed the whole thing
deep into his throat. Running Bear moaned and bucked up to meet the way
Timothy's mouth worked it's magic up and down wanting to draw out the
creamy essence from the depths of Running Bears insides,

     The other hand was also finding places inside his Indian lover. First
one, then two and finally he had three fingers pumping in and out giving
Running Bear the pleasure he wanted and squirmed around to get. Running
Bear held Timothy's head in place not wanting him to pull away and bring
him to the end he wanted. he hunched up to meet Timothy's mouth
movements. he moaned "oooohhhhh, hughhhhhhh, oooooo" and fucked his cock
into the white boys mouth,

     The brown cock began to throb, his ball sac tightened against his
brown body and his hardening helmet flared like steel, the slit opened and
flooded Timothy's mouth with his creamy sperm. Timothy swallowed quickly,
his tongue rolling over and over to lap up all the gooey semen that was
shooting in hot bolts. Finally they fell side by side and grinned. They sat
up when they heard the clank of metal in the camp.

     Timothy and Running Bear quickly dressed and peeked out. An army
patrol was in the Pawnee camp. Timothy saw the officer talking to the
chief. Timothy knew they were talking about him. He didn't want to face
them and snuck out and to the back, he lead a pony out of the camp until he
was in a wooded area and then mounted and rode out. He had his weapons and
some food and water.

     Within in an hour Running Bear had caught up to him. "The blue coats
are looking for you White Wolf, your family had asked the Territorial
Governor in their home to look for you. "What will you do?" Timothy
thought, then said I will head for the mountains I must talk to the
spirits, maybe i will ask for a vision to help me with this problem, I
would like to see my family, but i like my new life more, the Pawnee have
become my family, Running Bear what would you do?"

     His friend and lover looked at him "White Wolf only you can answer
that for yourself, I cannot answer that for you?" Timothy looked down at
the earth "I do not want to cause the Pawnee any trouble or harm, i fear
the army will not believe I would rather stay with the Pawnee?" Running
Bear looked at Timothy sadly. Running Bear pulled out his knife and cut his
palm and then Timothy's hand and cut him, they bled and Running Bear 's
hand clasped Timothy's "you White Wolf are my blood for our lives, whatever
you decide."

     Timothy headed for the mountains. Running Wolf watched as Timothy
faded into the hills, he noticed that he was being trailed by a pack of
wolves, he knew his friend was being watched over. He slapped his pony and
headed back to the Pawnee camp.

     The army patrol searched the camp, but no white boy. The Indians never
said a word. They looked straight ahead. Finally the officer in charge
re-mounted and the patrol left the camp empty handed. He knew the boy was
there or had been there, he couldn't start something, he only had fifteen
soldiers counting himself.

Part 5: Vision Quest!

Thanks to Cutterman (having a blast, I bet!). To Jellofunk, Heredia and
Malajuvian.

Look for: 4 of "The Sluty Side of Eric! and Part 5 of "Trent Wheeler!"