Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 23:39:17 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cherokee Hiker #1

CHEROKEE HIKER
A Fantasy
By
Lee Mariner
MARCH 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fictional fantasy
involving homosexual activity between young
men. It is erotic and not written for anyone
that does not approve of the material or are
underage. IF YOU ARE NO OF LEGAL AGE OR YOU DO
NOT APPROVE, PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters are fictional and in no way
related to any persons living or deceased. If
you think they are, you are wrong and delving
into wishful thinking.

UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCES. PLEASE AVOID IF YOU CAN.

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Copyright 2002 Lee Mariner. All Rights Reserved.

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* * * * * *

ON THE TRAIL

I had started hiking when I was in the Boy Scouts and
that's really when I come to fully realize that I was
gay. Girls never really turned me on but boys in the
school showers did and for a long time it puzzled me
but I didn't know why until my buddy Jon convinced me
that joining the Boy Scouts would be a lot of fun and
we could do it together.

Jon Parker lived next door and we went to the same
schools for as long as I could remember and did all of
the things that growing boys do. Jon and I grew at
about the same rate but he filled out a lot faster
then I did and I had a serious crush on him without
really knowing why. Where he was, I wanted to be. What
he did I tried too do but not always as good. We were
only a couple of months apart in our ages but Jon had
that natural athleticism that some guys have and he
excelled in sports. I played basketball and took up
field and track while he was all football and
wrestling. I was muscled but leaner while he was built
like Charles Atlas. In the showers I couldn't keep my
eyes off of him and usually wound up hiding the hard-
on I would get without understanding why except that
he excited me for some reason.

He and I went back and forth between our houses almost
like we lived in both. We had sleepovers together and
as we grew older, explored our bodies learning from
each other but not touching. We both jerked off
together and had dry climax's that racked our young
bodies with a pleasant pain that sort of scared us at
first.

We both learned what was happening from our father's
and what would eventually happen. Instead of dry we
would one day eject sperm when we were older but it
was not something we wanted to do all of the time. It
was part of the bodies' function and made babies but
my dad said let nature take its course just like Jon's
dad did. We still jerked off when ever we could
wanting to see if what we had been told was true, it
was. Jon's first wet climax happened when he was
sleeping and he helped it along. I had my first when I
was working cleaning out our garage and I got hard
thinking of Jon having his. I jerked off and the
feelings drove me crazy and I realized that I had been
thinking of Jon jerking off while I was stroking my
cock. Seemed natural at the time.

After I joined the Boy Scouts with Jon, we were going
to take a hiking trip together so we could earn
another merit badge. We both were 16 and Jon had
helped me workout building up muscle until we both
were almost alike. He was still a little heavier in
muscle then I was but it was close. Our families gave
permission for the hike over a weekend. Jon's dad took
us to a short trail in the Pisgah National Forest that
we could do without much trouble. The trail length was
about 25 miles and fairly level. My dad would pick us
up at the same spot we entered on Sunday afternoon.

After the usual warnings, we finally were alone
together walking in the forest. My dad had bought us
hiking sticks and they helped a lot. Our gear we split
up in two backpacks, the usual camping stuff but a
minimum not wanting an overload.

We had been walking for a couple of hours not really
saying very much as we watched where we were walking.
Every now and then we would stop and make notes in our
small notebooks so we could verify the hike with our
Scoutmaster. We both were required to make notations
on the different flora in the forest and any fauna if
we came across any. Black bear was known to be in the
Pisgah but at this time of the year they were up
higher in the mountains.

It was warm and the sweat was making dark patches on
our pullovers. Jon had a dark streak down the middle
of his muscular back and he smelled musky, sexy
standing alongside of me comparing our notes. My mind
was thinking about him not really the notes.

Jon walked ahead of me for a little while and the way
his ass cheeks moved started getting me excited and my
cock got hard & was bunched up jammed inside of my
shorts. As I was trying to adjust it so it didn't hurt
so much, Jon turned around.

"Whoa buddy, something wrong." His eyes were focused
on me trying to get comfortable and caught me off
guard. I blushed at being caught.

"Nah, my jockeys are a little crunched up so I was
trying to get them straightened out."  I couldn't help
but see a bulge growing in Jon's shorts.

"Looks to me like that's not all that needs
straightening out. Why don't you just drop your shorts
and fix it. Better still why don't we just take our
jockeys off and only wear shorts. No one to see us out
here anyway."

Without hesitating, Jon dropped his pack and started
to take his shorts off. I stood there looking at him,
excited but shy. I had seen him naked before and he
had seen me but it just seemed different this time.

"What's the matter Ryan? You don't want me to see your
hard-on after all of the times we have jerked off
together?"

Jon was about 3' in front of me and his thumbs were
hooked into the waistband of his shorts and jockeys.
His black pubic hair was just exposed and the outline
of his hard cock was visible. I looked into his
glittering blue eyes my cock throbbing, he was
grinning at me almost daring me to strip.

I dropped my pack unbuckled my belt and unsnapped the
top button and slowly pulled the zipper down as my
eyes held his until he glanced down watching me. I
could see he was breathing a little faster and he
licked his lips lightly. Together we both pushed our
shorts down watching the thick hard length of our
cocks suddenly spring free snapping back as they were
released. For the longest time we stood there facing
each other half naked looking at what we had seen
dozens of times.

Jon and I were a match except he was uncut and I was
cut. We both were 7" and thick at the base. Our skin
was smooth with no visible veins even hard. The
lengths were shaped like bullets and jutted out from
dark curly pubic bushes. My hair was brown and his was
coal black.

Jon pulled his shirt off and tossing it on a tree
branch he squatted down unlacing his boots so he could
step out of his shorts and jockeys. I stood there
watching almost like I was in a trance seeing the
grace of his movements his muscles rippling under his
smooth unblemished skin. My mouth had suddenly become
very dry and my body felt weak seeing Jon in an
entirely different light then I had before. I ached
too hold him but I didn't move.

Jon stood up running his hands over his body looking
at me I heard him say, "You gonna just stand there
Ryan or do you want to find out what we both have been
thinking?" I still just stood transfixed unable to
move.

Jon moved closer and taking my face in his hands he
brushed my lips with his the tip of his tongue tracing
the closed entrance to my mouth. I could feel Jon's
tongue probing, pressing for entrance and I
hesitatingly opened my lips as he pressed his body and
groin against mine. I lifted my arms up around Jon and
pulled him close as my mouth opened and we kissed for
the first time passionately our tongues exploring
tasting each other. I could feel waves of lust and
desire sweeping over me as we kissed.

Shaking with desire, I moaned "Oh Jon what are we
doing? I've never felt like this about you before."

He leaned back a little as we both locked our hands
behind each other pressing our hot hard cocks tight
against one another. His broad chest rose and fell in
the excitement of our bodies touching as he looked
deep into my eyes. "I've wanted you ever since we
first learned what sex was Ryan. I've seen pictures on
the Internet of guys having sex together and I wanted
to do it with you. Haven't you felt that way? When we
jerked off you always watched me stroking my cock and
I had the feeling you wanted to touch me but you never
would. What do you feel like now? No one is here but
you and me Ryan and we can do what we both want. I
want to suck your cock Ryan, I want to make you shoot
and see if you're cum tastes like mine does."

I was so overwhelmed listening to and feeling Jon it
felt like I was going to cum standing there in his
arms. He kept pulling me tighter and grinding his
groin into mine. Everything he said was true but I
didn't know how I should respond.

"Jon man you have me going around in circles. I'm so
horny right now we could do anything and it would be
okay. You're different like this Jon, I'm different
and I've felt that for a long time. I do want to feel
you just like you say but the sex thing is different.
I've never had sex with anyone before but I think
about it and I think about you when I jerk off. No one
has really ever seen me hard except you."

"Take the rest of your clothes off Ryan."

I stripped the rest of my clothes off watching as Jon
moved our backpacks off the trail under a rock
outcropping. He pulled the light blanket out of his
pack that he was carrying and spread it over the
leaves and laying down on it he patted the space next
to him. I lay down alongside but not touching until he
turned on his side holding his head up leaning on his
elbow looking down at me on my back. My hard cock was
lying on my stomach and every muscle in my body was
tensed. I avoided looking at him but wanting to, I
didn't know what we were supposed to do.

I felt Jon breathing next to me and when he laid his
hand on my chest I flinched. "Easy buddy, easy. Just
relax let me do everything."

I looked up at him and his eyes were soft as he slowly
moved his hand over my chest. My heart felt like it
was beating like a trip hammer and a thrill went
through me when he pressed his hard cock against my
thigh moving a little closer. He dropped his head over
mine and we kissed again softly, gently, his hand
stroking me. I could hear soft moan sounds coming from
him as he kissed me. I could feel a warmness spreading
through me from his touch.

"Jon, have you been in bed with someone already?"

"Yes I have."

"You have, when?"

"Every night Ryan. I've been in bed with you every
night in my dreams. My dream is coming true even
though this is not a bed and we are together like I
have wanted and I think you wanted. I love you Ryan, I
have ever since we were little boys. You talk about
being different, we are. We love each other Ryan. I
know that even though you haven't said it. A lot of
people aren't going to like that but I don't care.
Most people are going to call us names like faggot and
queer and that's because they don't understand why two
boys love each other and aren't what the call normal."

"Oh my god Jon. I've loved you too but I was afraid
someone would make fun of me, us if they found out.
The church says two men aren't supposed to have sex
together but it doesn't say we shouldn't love each
other and that confuses me. We shouldn't have sex but
its okay if we love each other. I thought sex and love
were the same thing?"

"Sex and love between a man and a woman is okay but
between men it is considered abnormal and a sin. I
don't feel that way. I talked with my grandfather
about it and he tells me that if two people love each
other and are honest about it then it is not wrong.
Only people that try and hide it or sneak around are
wrong. I asked him about two men being in love and he
told me that as long as they truly love each other in
their hearts then there is nothing wrong with it even
though society looks down on it. He asked me if I
loved someone and I told him I did but I didn't tell
him who. Grandfather told me that if I truly loved
this person above all others it was good and I should
be happy with that person. He said don't flaunt
yourself but be truthful and honest with each other
and others. He told me that God does not punish those
that are faithful, honest and truthful."

For a long time I lay there thinking of what Jon had
said. His hand slowly moved over me sending small
signals through every nerve. I closed my eyes feeling
his touch and listening as the birds sang in the
trees, a warm breeze blowing over us. I felt my cock
being lifted between thumb and fingers and slowly
stroked when Jon took me in his warm mouth. Gasping I
filled my lungs and gripped his head in my hands as he
slowly took the full length until it touched the
entrance to his throat. I shuddered as my hips lifted
to meet his gripping demanding suction. It felt like
my entire body had melted as my cock slipped deeper
and his chin rested on my thick pubic bush.

Jon had all of me deep in his throat and I could feel
the head of my cock being massaged by his throat
muscles. I exhaled relaxing and groaned "Oh god Jon
take me please."  I ran my hands up and down his ribs
and over his back as he sucked me bringing me to a
thundering climax that felt like my nuts had
disappeared deep into my groin. My mind was numb at
the feeling of ecstasy that surged in great gushing
streams through my hard thick cock filling his mouth
and down his swallowing throat. My muscles tensed as
my body arched driving more of me as deep as I could
make it go. I didn't want the feelings to ever stop as
my cock started to soften and I collapsed back onto
the blanket-- covered ground totally exhausted, the
sweat pouring from me. With the final surge of my
juice I felt Jon's lips tighten as he withdrew
stripping the last he could force from my soft cock.

I lay there for a few moments my chest heaving as Jon
twisted around swinging his legs up alongside of my
head and kissed me. I opened my lips and tasted the
salty sweet cum he deposited on my tongue. I reached
up and held his head as I ravished his mouth tasting
my cum and his saliva mixing. There was no sound
around us except for the sounds of nature and our
breathing as we looked at each other, our eyes talking
for us. I had often looked at Jon's deep blue   eyes
before and seen then flash in anger when some jerk
made an off color remark. Looking at me now, they were
soft and shining.

Running my hands over Jon's chest, I could feel the
beat of his heart matching mine. "Do all Cherokee's
make love like you Jon?"

"I don't know about the others but we haven't always
had a love for your people. Right now, only Ryan
Montgomery is with me and I love him very much. There
is no red or white between us and never will be, just
two inexperienced young men that have much to learn
and this Cherokee boy hopes you love him as much as he
loves you."

"I think I fell in love with you when you fell off the
back of my bike Jon and broke your arm. What were we
then about 8 years old? Boy did you howl and your
mother came running at the same time mine did. Mom
stopped a cop car and all of us went to the hospital
with his siren going. Your dad came running out of the
hospital and took you inside. I was scared to death
and mom just held me both of us crying. I was scared
you were going to die or something and that is when I
really fell in love with you. I didn't know it but I
knew I didn't want to be without you."

"Yeah, I remember that. Your mom and dad wouldn't let
you stay with me in my bed and you pitched a fit. I
got most of the ice cream for a long time and that
made you mad too. I remember you running over to the
house after you got home from school and sitting with
me. I think I really fell in love with you in school
when Tommy Bledsoe bumped my arm and you started
hitting him for hurting me. The teacher had to pull
you off of him you were so mad."

"He was a bully then and he still is. You know why he
bumped you and I didn't like that either. The bastard
trouble maker needs someone to punch his mouth for him
for some of the stuff he spreads around."

Jon was leaning over me his left arm on the blanket
next to me as his other hand stroked my chest his
fingers following the outline of my pectoral muscles
and down my ribs. My cock was still half hard and I
suddenly remembered he had made me come but he hadn't.

"Jon, you didn't come yet. That's not fair. Show me
what to do oh hell I can do it just like you did can't
I?" I started to move but Jon held me down.

"Shhhhh buddy, I did when you did. I was just as horny
as you and shot my load when you started shooting
yours." I lifted my head and looking at his crotch I
could see the fluid covering his stomach and in his
pubic hair.

"But that's not the same. I want to do for you want
you did for me."

"There will be plenty of time for that. Tell me why
you got angry when Bledsoe bumped my arm that time?"

"He did it on purpose Jon, you know that. He has
always been hateful towards you ever since we started
school together. He did that just to hurt you and says
mean things to other people about you."


Leaning down Jon kissed me softly and looking into my
eyes he said, "Why does he make you angry Ryan? Tell
me how you feel when you hear what he says."

"You know how I feel Jon. I don't like hearing those
things. They aren't true and you know it."

"Yeah, I know they aren't. I've never heard you say
anything about it though. How do you feel when you
hear Bledsoe and others call me a half-breed or when
they call you an Indian lover."

I couldn't move but I don't think Jon was holding me
down on purpose. I looked up at him tears in my eyes
and I was trying to figure out what he was getting at.
Jon had never asked me anything like this before.

"What do you want me to say Jon? I've told you how I
feel about you. What else is there?"

As he inhaled deeply, Jon ran his hand over my hair
and down the side of my face looking at me.

"Remember what my grandfather said about being honest
and truthful Ryan? You have said you love me and I
believe you but if we are going to be together and I
hope we are, there is a lot we both will go through.
Being gay is one thing but being gay and a half-breed
Indian is another. Some people probably will call me a
queer half-breed or a faggot Indian. If we are
together, they might call you just as bad but probably
a little worse. White boys and Indian boys going to
school together is bad enough in a lot of people's
minds. White and Indian living together will be even
worse and when they find out we are gay and and Indian is
living with his white Indian loving lover it will be
hell. We will need to defend each other at some time
or the other of that I'm sure. I've been through it
but you haven't."

I knew everything Jon was saying was true but it had
never been a consideration. I reacted to the slurs and
comments because I loved him not because he was an
Indian. His beautiful bronze skin was just that
beautiful. I loved Jon not Jon the Indian and what had
happened between us convinced me of that even more.

"Jon, all I can tell you is that I love you and today
you made me realize how much I do love you. We both
are who we are because of our parents and not what
other people think. I know it won't be easy but we
have the strongest ally in the world and that is our
love. You are not just an Indian to me you are my
brother in body, heart and soul. I love you with every
fiber in my body Jon. I'll go to the ends of the earth
with you if you want me."

It seemed as if the birds were singing a little louder
and the breeze had stopped as Jon leaned over me. His
face beamed as his eyes radiated with the same
feelings that were flowing through me.

"I think that will be far enough Ryan. I saw a little
stream at the base of this outcropping. Lets move our
stuff down there until tomorrow. I doubt anyone else
will be on the trail but if they are, we won't be
seen."

Jon stood up and as I stood, he pulled me to him.
Kissing again softly he whispered in my ear. "Forgive
me for pushing you about that. I just wanted you to be
sure of what it might be like together."

As he held me our bodies pressed tightly against each
other I could feel an urge in my groin as I whispered
back, "I know Jon, that's why I love you. We better
get this stuff on down there by the stream."

He smiled at me for a second and I could feel his
response pressing into me before we moved our
equipment.

* * * * * *

Wonder if we should see how far this hiking trip will
go...?