Date: Tue, 02 Apr 2002 23:42:09 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cherokee Hiker #2

CHEROKEE HIKER
By
Lee Mariner

April 2002

DISCLAIMER: As described in Chapter #1, this is
a gay fantasy involving homosexual conduct
between men/boys. IF YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO
BE READING IT OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF IT
LEAVE.

All characters depicted are fictional and not
related to any persons living or deceased.

ENGAGING IN UNPROTECED SEX IS DANGEROUS AND CAN
LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES.

This work is copyrighted by the author and may
not be copied or reproduced without the
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Copyright: April 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner --
All Rights are Reserved.

Mariner23502@hotmail.com

AUTHORS NOTE: In the time since I posted the
first chapter of Cherokee Hiker, I have been
all but overwhelmed by email pro and con on the
subject. Many people asked me how I had the
nerve to write about a subject I did not know
and that only an Indian could know. The amazing
thing is that not one person asked what my
ethnic makeup was. That sort of ticked me off
and I could not help but think that maybe just
maybe this little story will inspire someone to
look a little deeper inside before judging
someone else.

I was on the verge on discontinuing the story
but it will continue as best as I can write it.

Lee Mariner

* * * * * *

Chapter #2


This started out to be a story of my love for a boy
named Jon. When we were on a hiking trip alone
together, we found out how much we loved each other
and that we were both gay in the process. If you have
forgotten, my name is Ryan and I'll try and make this
little history short.

Jon and I have grown up together and the fact that he
was a half white and half Indian never crossed my
mind. Our parents hung together, we had backyard
cookouts together. Jon and I slept together and
learned all the things about each other that boys
learn. We did almost everything together and I knew
early in my young life that I loved Jon but I didn't
really understand the why of it.

Jon had talked to his grandfather about it and he knew
things I didn't and I never thought about his
grandfather living on the Cherokee Reservation not far
from where we lived in Sylva, North Carolina. My
grandparents lived in New England so I didn't really
have anyone besides my Dad that I could talk with
about that kind of stuff, as I grew older. We had
talked about how babies are made and what sperm is but
every boy does that sooner or later. Loving an Indian
we never talked about. There really didn't seem to be
a need for it. I knew Jon was Indian and his mother
was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian but it didn't make
any difference, he was Jon and she was his mother.

Jon's father was a doctor and had met his mother when
he was doing his medical internship at the Cherokee
Indian Hospital on the reservation after graduating
from the Jefferson Medical College Hospital in
Philadelphia. Dr. Parkers was originally from Iron
City, W.Va. and his father had been a coal miner and
died from something called "black lung disease". His
mother had died from a heart attack brought on by
heavy smoking of cigarettes. I guess that is one of
the reasons Jon's Dad became a doctor. The Indian
Health Service program under the Department of Indian
Affairs recruited him and paid part of his education
in consideration of his serving his internship on an
Indian Reservation and he selected the Cherokee Indian
Hospital after graduation. Maybe he liked the
mountains of West Virginia and North Carolina. I'm
glad he did or I never would have met Jon.

My parents both lived in Quincy, Mass. Outside of
Boston. My Dad graduated from Boston University and my
Mom graduated from the University of Connecticut. Mom
wanted to be a teacher and my Dad was supposed to go
into the insurance business with his father. They both
were on vacation in Gatlinburg, Tenn. with friends
when they met and got married back in Quincy. I was
born a year after the got married and my Dad decided
he wanted to try his hand at real estate in Gatlinburg
so when I was a baby they moved but Dad went to work
for an agency in Sylva, N.C. instead of Gatlinburg.
Jon's parents bought next to our house and became
friends with my parents. My grandparents
unfortunately, on both sides could not understand why
my parents wanted to live in the mountains where there
seemed to only be Indians and not much of anything
else.

Mrs. Parker would watch Jon and I when we were babies
while Mom worked in Dad's office and both of us would
sleep in the same baby together and sometimes nurse
from the same tit. Mrs. Parker did not feed Jon with
bottles and she would feed us both from her milk. My
grandparents just knew I was going to turn brown when
they heard this. Dr. Parker was on the school board
and eventually helped Mom get a job teaching. When Jon
and I were old enough for school, his mother wanted
him to attend the Indian School on the Reservation but
since they lived off reservation he had to attend the
local school.

We had a few black kids in the school but Jon was the
only Indian. Prejudice did not really become a part of
our lives until we were in the 6th grade and I heard
Jon called a half-breed but another kid. Jon got
really mad but he didn't fight with the boy. I didn't
understand until I asked my Dad about it later and he
explained the way some people are prejudiced against
others because of their skin color, where they come
from or just about any other reason you could think
of. The question of homosexuals did not come up then
and really wouldn't until much later in high school.
After this was explained too me, I noticed that the
few black kids in school would seem to stick together
and not get involved with the white kids. Jon and I
did almost everything together except sports. He liked
football & wrestling but I didn't. I liked basketball
and track. We both did pretty well in high school
sports. Jon would lift weights for more bulk in
football and I worked out with him just to build up my
strength and leg muscles. We would wrestle with each
other and that usually caused us both to get horny and
jerk off together. Jon's uncut cock always fascinated
me and I watched the head of it sliding in and out of
his foreskin.

We both dated and a couple of the white girls would
date Jon but usually after the first or second date
they would drop him making some silly excuse about not
wanting to go steady. Jon was an Indian but he dressed
and acted like any other boy in school and I never
really thought about his being an Indian as the reason
they wouldn't go out with him. I tried getting into
one girls pants but I couldn't get a hard-on until I
thought about Jon and then I was hard as a rock but
she wouldn't let me put it in her. When I told Jon
about it later, we both got horny and jerked off.

Every now and then some jerk would make a comment
about Jon but he wouldn't fight over it. When Tommy
Bledsoe called us faggot lovers for being together all
of the time I got mad and started after him but Jon
held me back. Tommy was the worst one about calling us
names and would pull on his cock in the shower
grinning at us nodding his head at us. Sometimes I
thought Jon was afraid of him but I really knew better
then that. I learned later that he had talked with his
grandfather about these events and had been told that
fighting didn't do anything but lower you to that
persons place. Jon and I didn't fight any of them
until Tommy Bledsoe bumped his broken arm on purpose
and I wanted to break his neck. A teacher pulled me
off of him and we both were taken in too see the
principal. We both were accused of starting the fight
and expelled until we brought our parents in to see
him.

After Jon and I told our parents what had happened, my
Dad and Dr. Parker went in too see the principal. We
didn't go with them but one of the kids in the library
next to the principals office said you could hear
Jon's Dad and mine give the principal hell over it and
Dr. Parker reminded him he was on the school board.

Jon and I finished our sophomore and junior years
without much trouble after that. Tommy would make
snide remarks about us but always when he was hanging
around with other kids.

Jon and I joined the Boy Scouts together and we went
on a couple of camping trips with other kids. I guess
Jon being an Indian is one reason we both did so well
in the various outdoor programs. We always slept
together in the same pup tent and every time we rubbed
against each other and our dicks got hard we'd wake up
and jerk off. Lot's of times one or the other of us
would wind up with our arms around each other but we
didn't or at least I didn't think anything about it. I
still didn't know that much about being gay even
though I had heard about faggots and fairies. I knew I
loved Jon but us being queer never crossed my mind. I
would get hard just thinking about him being naked
next to me and I liked holding him in the tent but we
had our jockeys and t-shirts on then. I never knew
what getting your cock sucked was like or being with
another man naked even though I liked seeing Jon
naked.

I didn't know anything about being gay except that I
always got excited over Jon and my mouth would get dry
and I sort of ached all over. I didn't know anything
that is until we went on the hiking trip alone
together. I know a little more now laying here
alongside of him naked and warm. I know he loves me
and I love him and I can see it in his eyes shining at
me as he runs his hands over my body sending shivers
through me. There were no Bledsoe's in my mind, just
Jon. We lay together for a long time talking about
everything we had always wanted to talk about but
didn't really know how. We both were tired after all
of the hiking and experiencing each other for the
first time, Jon pulled another blanket over us and we
fell asleep holding each other.

* * * * * *

It sounded like an early morning symphony as every
bird in the Pisgah was singing in the predawn of
morning. The blanket covering us was slightly damp and
Jon snuggled closer for warmth and the touch of his
body sent little tremors through me. The rays of the
rising sun filtered down through the branches of the
tall pines around us reflecting from the water of the
stream we had camped by for the night. Jon moved and
rolled over on his back pulling just a little of the
blanket with him and I could see the thick impression
of his hard cock under the blanket. I hadn't touched
Jon and I reached out hesitatingly glancing at his
face to be sure he was still sleeping as I laid my
hand on his hardness. He felt like a steel rod and I
could feel a steady throbbing and heat under my hand.
Squeezing lightly I heard him groan and quickly
removed my hand afraid he was going to wake up and
catch me. I sat there beside him looking at his face
seeing his chest rising and falling with each breath
and his eyes opened slowly smiling up at me shining
with love and I leaned down kissing him gently, my
hard cock throbbed at the touch of my lips on his.

I started to get up when I felt his hand over mine
holding me tight.

"Ryan, don't move please. Look at me."

I could hear an almost pleading tone in his voice as I
turned looking at him. He held my hand tight and with
the other he pulled the blanket from over his body
revealing his smooth muscled frame with his thick hard
cock resting on his flat stomach it's thick base
surrounded by the silky black hair in his groin. My
mouth was dry and my hand wanted to reach out and take
him, stroke him and suck it deep within me but I
couldn't move.

The sun broke through the trees and beams shown down
where he laid me sitting beside him. The bronze beauty
of his body shimmered in the sunlight.

"I've never seen you look like this Jon, you're
beautiful."

"Then why don't you do what you want Ryan? You touch
me with your hand and then you turn away when I offer
myself to you. I tasted you and you want to taste me
but you are hesitating, why?"

"Oh Jon, I want to so bad but I don't want to shame
you or me by not doing it right. I don't want to hurt
you."

"Turn and lie down beside me Ryan. Move your hips
toward my face and then watch me. Do as I do slowly
covering your teeth with your lips."

Turning my body I moved my hips as Jon had told me
pointing my stiff cock at his lips as I held my head
up so I could watch him. Using his hand he guided me
to his mouth opening his lips taking the head in and I
gasped at the intense feelings as his tongue slid over
the head, my body stiffening for a moment. I relaxed
as the intense feelings slowly subsided still feeling
the heat of his lips around me. I watched in almost
hypnotic fascination as my cock disappeared inch by
inch deeper inside Jon's mouth until I felt it
pressing against the back of the roof of his mouth at
the entrance to his throat. I felt the cool air
flowing around my cock as he inhaled and exhaled his
body relaxing until exhaling he pushed his head in to
my groin and I felt my cock sliding deeper down his
throat until he had all of it. I could see the outline
deep inside of him as he continued breathing deeply
allowing his throat and body to relax before slowly
withdrawing looking at me and smiling.

I laid my head down and took his huge cock in my hand
doing as he had done. A 7" uncut cock looked like it
would choke anyone but I opened my lips and took the
head of it in covering my teeth as Jon had told me. I
hesitated for a moment getting used to the girth of
him as I felt his fingers slide under mine and pull
his skin back exposing the blood engorged head to my
tongue. I licked him feeling his body tighten just as
I had done. I lowered my head slowly feeling every
thick inch sliding deeper trying to breath through my
nose since his cock filled my mouth when he touched
the same place I had touched and I suppressed a
gagging feeling. For a moment I almost panicked not
knowing exactly what I should do before remembering
how Jon had breathed before he took the rest of me.

"Easy Ryan, easy. Breath through your mouth and
relax."

I breathed as Jon told me feeling his fingers running
through my hair his hand holding my head. As I exhaled
I felt a pressure against the back of my mouth and
then slowly Jon's cock slid deeper and deeper until
his pelvis was pressing against my chin. Opening my
mouth wider I could feel the muscles of my throat
moving around the head and length of his cock. As I
was relaxing and getting used to his thick cock inside
of me, I felt Jon take my full length in one easy
continuous motion and I groaned deep from within me as
wave after wave of thrilling emotion swept over me.
The vibrations of me groaning sent Jon into a shudder
as he started a long sucking withdrawal and then his
hips moved pulling his cock out to the head and
returning deep again. We both moved our hips in a slow
matching piston motion feeling the waves of desire
sweep over us. I felt the thickening of his cock as I
started swelling and hardening deep in his throat. As
our nuts tightened the muscles of our bodies tightened
and suddenly in gut wrenching spasms streams of the
life giving fluids deep in our bodies gushed out
flowing like molten rivers down our throats as we both
swallowed greedily wanting every drop. Jon tasted
bitter sweet and his milky sperm flowed surge after
surge filling me until I felt the slow softening of
his cock and mine. The milk of my nuts didn't feel
like it would ever stop and then the urgency passed
slowly. I could feel Jon draining me with his lips as
I withdrew and I stripped his thick wilting cock as it
slowly slipped from me.

The flood of feelings flowed through me as I collapsed
on my back beside Jon breathing deeply pulling huge
volumes of air into my lungs. His taste lingered in my
mouth and I ran my tongue over my lips as I lay with
my eyes closed feeling the soft forest breeze flow
around us.

Jon sat up and leaning down kissed me gently his
tongue and mine twisting together tasting each other.
Mixing the residue of our sperm and saliva we
swallowed each other again as we locked our eyes
emotions flowing in they're depths.

"Do you want to take a bath in the stream my brother?"

"My brother Jon? I like that. We are brothers now more
then we ever were aren't we?"

"Only God will break the bond that no man ever will
Ryan. We belong to each other and no one else from now
on. I love you Ryan Montgomery and I give my life to
you."

"Jon are you saying what I think you are saying? This
makes us like blood brothers?"

"More then that. Blood brothers exchange blood but you
and I have exchanged the seed that makes the blood of
life. You have taken me and I have taken you and I
promise that no one will taste what you have."

"Then I make you the same promise Jon Parker. I will
be with you always and beside you when you need me. My
life is yours with all I have or ever will have."

At that moment it was as if the breezes rushed through
the trees and all of the birds sang in a great chorus,
the sun shining down on us, a feeling of warmth
surrounding us as we kissed holding each other tight.

The water of the stream was icy cold but we bathed and
frolicked like small children the water streaming from
hard muscled bodies. Drying off in the sun and using a
blanket we briskly rubbed each other and dressed. Jon
started a small fire in the protection of the rock
outcropping and heated water from the stream making
hot chocolate to drink with our light breakfast of
fruit and bagels we had brought with us.

I doused the fire with water and stirred it making
sure all of the embers were dead while Jon packed our
backpacks. Indian fashion, we returned the land to
what it had been when we arrived. We would make
another camp later but we both would remember this
spot in the Pisgah and would return at other times for
a strengthening and renewal of the spirit that had
become part of us.

* * * * * *
We continued our hike...