Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 10:40:06 PDT
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: THE SLAVE and THE INDIAN

   THE SLAVE and THE INDIAN - by Eagleman

   This story is fiction.  It takes place about ten years before the 
Civil War, when slavery was still a fact in America.  Responses from the 
readers will determine whether any other parts of this story appear.   
Eagleman_50@hotmail.com

   Moses stopped and listened.  He heard the usual sounds of the forest: 
birds, crickets, things like that.  He didn't hear what he was straining 
to hear: the dogs.  He had no idea how long he had run or how far.  He 
knew that he left two nights ago and had been running or walking ever 
since.  When he listened to others talk they always said 'follow the 
north star' to freedom, but he felt that his destiny lay west so he was 
going in that direction.  If it wasn't for William he would have been 
gone a long time ago.  He was not made to be a slave and would not allow 
anyone to 'own' him.  Now, he was on his own and had no idea where all 
this would lead him.  His only thought was freedom - he had to get away 
from Sam Tilden.
   Sam had decided to call the dogs off and return to the plantation.  
There was no use wasting his time and energy on a rebellious slave who 
refused to be tamed.  He was too old for that stuff.  In his prime he 
would have chased Moses to California just to teach him a lesson, but 
now he was tired of fighting and chasing. He shouldn't have bought Moses 
anyway.  When he saw him on the auction block he was impressed with his 
size - he was over 6 feet tall and heavily muscled.  It indicated that 
he had worked, and could work, real hard.  But there was something in his 
eyes - an anger, a rebelliousness, that checked him.  It was only at the 
urging of his overseer, Tom, that he decided to bid and buy him.  Moses 
was trouble from the first.  He was tough and strong and refused to submit.  
Tom's attempts at beating were feeble and ineffective.  Moses talked 
little to anyone and stayed to himself.  He was unsocial; that is, until 
he and William discovered each other.  Sam didn't know what their 
relationship was but Tom thought there was something more than just 
friendship.  He talked about perverseness and other stuff, but he had no 
proof.  Besides, Sam thought that Tom spent too much time reading the 
Bible.  He couldn't understand how he could reconcile that with beating 
slaves the way he did.  Tom thought that Moses would run away when Sam 
sold William, but Sam needed the cash and William  brought a good price.  
Now Tom had been proved right about Moses.  
   Moses kept walking west.  He climbed trees and slept in their branches 
at night and he ate berries and wild plants during the day.  He was 
constantly looking over his shoulders.  He hadn't imagined that freedom 
would be like this.  He was tired, hungry and a little scared.
Thoughts of William kept flooding his mind.  He wondered how he was, 
what he was doing, where he was.  Ever since Sam sold him he knew he had 
to leave, he couldn't stay without William.  From the first he and William 
had something special.  Moses remembered the first night he and William 
decided to meet in the woods, on the edge of the plantation.  They had 
talked during the day and had agreed to meet.  Neither was sure what the 
other wanted but they came hoping.  Moses remembered how they stood 
there, shy and reticent, almost deciding they had made a mistake and should 
go back.  Then William reached out and took Moses' hand and just held it and 
looked deep into his eyes.  Moses leaned forward and kissed William 
gently, more a peck than a kiss.  It was a tentative start, a way of 
starting but leaving a door open to retreat.  He didn't have to retreat 
though, William returned the kiss and this time it was a real kiss.  His 
tongue broke through into Moses' mouth and they both surrendered to the 
fire that was dormant within them.  Moses remembered how William had 
taken his large member in his mouth and sucked him until he came in huge 
spurts.  His seed burst into William in torrents.  Then he had done the 
same for William.  It had been an awesome first time for both of them.  
There were many times after that and many more experiences.  Moses 
remembered the first time he had taken Williams member into his arse.  
It had been painful, and then it gave him more pleasure than he had ever 
had before.  He wanted it again and again and William was always able to 
give.  He also gave Willaim the same pleasure and that made William 
understand why Moses loved it so much.  Then, William was sold and his 
world came apart.  
   Moses came to a river.  All along its banks were clumps of bushes 
that could be parted to reveal soft grass.  Within each clump was a 
grassy oasis that invited the tired and weary.  Moses crawled in one and 
fell asleep.  Sunlight filtering into the oasis woke him.  But he 
realized it wasn't just the sun, he felt as though there was something 
or someone near him.  He saw no one, heard no one, but he felt that, 
suddenly, he was not alone.  He pulled the reeds apart and peered out.  
Sitting about five feet from him, staring into his face, was an Indian 
brave.  Moses was startled and let go of the reeds.  He heard a chuckle.  
He had no weapon, nothing.  He had heard the whites talking about 
Indians and they usually used the word, savages.  He had also heard the 
slaves say they could be trusted and would not harm them.  He knew he had 
to face this Indian - regardless.
   Moses stood up, parted the reeds and stepped out.  He looked at the 
Indian and waited.  The brave, who had been kneeling, stood up.  He looked 
at Moses and smiled.  Moses felt a weight lift.  He hadn't realized it 
before, but he had been afraid.  That was a strange emotion for him 
because he feared little.  The Indian moved toward him.  Moses stood 
still and looked.  He wondered if this Indian could even speak his 
language.  He had also heard that Indians spoke their own language 
unless they had been around the white man.  
   "My name is Tall Feather.  I have followed you for two days."
   "I saw and heard no one.  Where were you."  Moses was puzzled.  How 
could this be.
   "I followed you as the fox follows the rabbit, quietly."
   "How do you know the white man's tongue?"  
   "I was raised at a Mission School and was taught by the missionaries. 
After I got big I ran away."
   "Why did you run away?"
   "The missionaries were hypocrites."
   "Hyp..hyp..o...What is that?"  The Indian laughed.
   "It is saying one thing and doing something else."  Tall Feather said 
it very seriously.
   "Oh."  Moses thought for awhile, that described Tom. He understood.
   "Say that word again."  He wanted to know it.
   "Hypocrite."  
   Moses repeated it and looked closely at Tall Feathers.  He noticed that 
he was his height, but not his build.  His color was like that of slaves 
he had seen who had white fathers, but just a little lighter. His arms 
were muscled and gave evidence of power.  He was only wearing a loin cloth 
and Moses noticed his long, powerful legs.  Moses was also aware that as 
he watched this Indian his own member began to stir in his pants.  It 
had been sometime since he had coupled with anyone and he had a need.  He 
did not know if other men beside he and William did such things but his 
body was responding to this Indian standing before him.  As he looked he 
saw that the Indian's loin cloth was rising in front - his member was 
responding to Moses.  
   Without a word Tall Feathers reached around to his back and unfastened 
his loincloth. It fell to the ground leaving him naked.  His engorged 
penis stood straight up.  Moses pulled his shirt over his head and let his 
pants drop to his feet.  Tall Feathers walked toward him, reached up and 
caressed his face.
   "You are like the night, so beautiful in your darkness,"  he said.
No one had ever talked to Moses like that.  He reached out and touched the 
Indian's chest.  He rubbed him and caressed his nipples and then bent over 
to suck them. He took each nipple in his mouth and tweaked them with his 
tongue.  He moved from one to the other, all the while caressing the 
Indian's back.  His hands moved down to his ass and he cupped each cheek 
in his hand and savored their roundness, their protuberance.  Tall 
Feathers' hands were busy also: he was caressing Moses upper body and 
moaning at the pleasure Moses' mouth was giving him.  He pulled Moses 
head up and began kissing him again.  Their hands exploring, reaching, 
touching, caressing, responding.  Moses put his arms around the Indian and 
pulled him to him tightly.  Their long, thick cocks were rubbing 
together.  The two men began pumping into each other, rubbing their 
cocks and savoring the pleasurable feelings.  This went on for a long 
time.  Moses loved the feel of Tall Feathers' hands cupping his ass 
cheeks and grinding into him.  He knew he would spill his seed soon - he 
wanted to.    
   "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhhhhh."  Tall Feathers began to grunt out his 
orgasm.  His cock, which was pointed straight up spit out his seed.  It 
shot out like a arrow from a bow and hit Moses repeatedly in the chin.  
   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."  At the same time Moses' long, black dick  erupted 
and shot his seed out into the air - far out.
   The two men fell into each others arms, spent with the first spilling 
of their seed together.  Moses' hands reached up to the Indians face and 
caressed it.  Tall Feather's kissed Moses' cheek and nuzzled into him.
   "I have wanted you since I saw you two days ago.  That is why I 
followed you.  My desire for you grew each day. You are strong and lovely.  
I would put my seed in you and receive yours."
   "Yes," said Moses.  "I want that too."  Moses took Tall Feathers' 
hand and led him back into the bushes that had been his bedroom.  He 
pulled him down on the soft grass and began kissing him.  Their tongues 
danced together in Moses' mouth as they explored each other.  Finally 
Moses lay down and pulled the Indian Brave on top of him.  
   "Put your seed in me, Tall Feathers.  I want it."  Without a word, 
the Indian arose and went out of the bushes to his leather bag.  He took 
out a little leather bag and brought it back.  He reached in and pulled out 
something like butter, bear lotion, which he used to lubricate his stiff 
member. Then he lifted Moses' legs and put some of the stuff on his 
manhole.  He pushed his finger deep into Moses and caused him to groan as 
he reached into him, into his very private parts.  When he felt that 
Moses was ready, he looked into his eyes and positioned his long rod 
against Moses' waiting hole.  Slowly he pushed into Moses shithole.  
Like a hand going into a glove his dick fit in snugly, tightly.  The 
heat from Moses rectum surrounded his long penis.  He lay down on Moses, 
put his lips to his and began to kiss him gently.  Moses purred in 
contentment in response to the long dick that was filling him.  He felt 
Tall Feather deep inside his bowels and knew that this was what he wanted, 
what he needed.  
   Tall Feathers' took his time.  He fucked Moses for a long time.  He 
put his arms around him and held him tightly and moved his hips up and down to 
piston his cock deep into this beautiful black man.  In response Moses 
lifted his arse to receive each thrust of his long rod.  They flowed 
together in perfect harmony.  Time seemed to stand still as the Indian 
fucked the ex-slave.  Neither wanted this to end and each did everything 
they could to prolong it.  Tall Feathers stopped several times to allow 
his orgasm to ebb.  Each time he started again with renewed vigor.  He 
had been with other men but he had never been so consumed with passion and 
desire as he was for this black man.  Moses felt the long dick deep 
inside him.  He felt it push his prostate and he moaned in ecstasy with 
each thrust.  With William they had never had time for prolonged love 
making, this was a new and wonderful experience for him.  Every time Tall 
Feathers stopped he held him tightly and waited, wanting it again and again.  
   At long last Tall Feathers could stand it no longer.  He pushed deep 
into Moses and began to grind his pelvis against his.  His orgasm seem to 
begin down in his toes and rise up through his entire body.  He felt his 
jism spurt out into Moses and bathed the walls of his ass.  Then, because 
it was such a copious flow, it spilled out of his ass into the grass.  
At the same time Moses came again spilling his seed onto the Indian's 
chest and stomach.
   They lay in the grass, totally spent and satiated.  Neither wanted to 
move.  Tall Feathers lay on top of Moses, wrapped in his arms, unwilling 
to change his position.
   "Your love is better than a tribe of squaws," Tall Feathers looked 
into Moses' eyes and grinned. "I have never known such pleasure before."
   "You are more than I could have believed to happen.  I love you. I 
don't know you, Tall Feathers, but I love you.  Your long dick has given 
me joy that I never knew."  
   The two rolled apart and just lay there in the grass, enjoying their 
unspoken company.
  Finally, Moses spoke, "Why did you follow me, Tall Feathers?"
  "When I first saw you I knew you were running away and I wanted to help 
you.  I didn't say anything at first because I didn't want to frighten 
you.  As I followed you I saw how beautiful you were and my desire began 
to burn in me.  I wanted to put my seed in you and to feel your kisses on 
my face. What joy you have given me!"
   "I will stay with you.  I ran away because my lover was sold and I felt 
I had no reason to live, but now I do. I will be with you, will you have 
me?"
   "I will not let you go.  We are joined forever."  Moses related to 
Tall Feathers all that had happened to him as a slave.  He told him 
about William and their love. In his turn, Tall Feathers told Moses about 
his life among white man and about the white man who had first loved him.  
It was a sad story because their love had been discovered and destroyed by 
the missionaries.  There was a great sadness in Tall Feathers' heart.  
But he knew, now, that Moses would heal that sadness.
   "We will help each other," he told Moses.  "Our love will bring about 
a healing in each of us."
   "You are right, I feel my sadness lifting already."  Moses was glad 
that this Indian had followed him.  He lay his head on Tall Feathers' 
chest and fell asleep.