Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 17:52:01 -0600
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: New Story Golden Eagle and His Brothers

                  Golden Eagle and His Brothers
                      By jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com

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This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real
people.




                               One

   I was out in front of the Sundance saloon, helping to carry
in the 'merchandise', as Mr. Garrison, the saloon owner put it.
It was whiskey. I had no idea why a man who sold something had a
problem calling it what it was. Ma worked for Mr. Garrison as a
dancing girl, although she only danced for about an hour each
night. She was very pretty and whoever wanted to dance with her
soon wanted to do more than dance. She died a year earlier of the
Fever. She caught it from a miner who was in love with her. She
liked him, too. They both died. I often wondered if they was
together. I stayed on working for Mr. Garrison. I did whatever
needed doing and I stayed busy. He told me I would always have a
job there, so I wasn't planning on leaving. I wanted to work
behind the bar when I got a little older. I carried a box inside
and put it in the storage room behind the bar. I nodded to Dan as
I walked by him. He was pouring Dib Brown a drink. It was morning
and Dib was starting his drinking early. I walked back outside.
As I reached for another box, I suddenly got a funny feeling. I
was being watched. I figured that the Indian was watching me
again. 'My handsome Indian' was how I really thought about him. I
looked around but didn't see him. I sighed. I enjoyed looking at
him, but it was probably for the best that he wasn't around. I
had dangerous thoughts when I looked at him. Whenever I got that
funny feeling of being watched, it was either him or one of the
Wessons staring at me. Maybe I should say 'one of the other
Wessons'. I understood why the Wessons stared. I was a Wesson,
they just didn't have the balls to admit it. I looked just like a
Wesson and Ma had entertained every male member of the family one
night. Nine months later, I was born. Pa Wesson had brought his
three sons in one night for their first time. Since they all had
her the same night, including Pa Wesson, whose wife died years
before, there was no way to tell which one was my father. It
didn't much matter, because rotten, mean Pa Wesson wasn't about
to have a whore's son living with him. I heard the man tell that
to Ma's face, when I was little. And they call me a bastard! I
heard there had been another son, years ago-his first born-but he
got thrown from a horse and died when he was young. Rumor was,
that was what made Pa Wesson mean and rotten. Anyway, the three
sons were better, from what I heard. When one of them was staring
at me-and all of them did, I wondered whether he was my father,
my uncle, or my brother. And don't that beat all?
   I had asked around about my Indian and a lot of people
thought he was just pretending to be red. Whoever heard of a red
man with a full beard or brown hair, they said.
   My secret shame is that I like men. They excite me. They give
me dangerous thoughts. What's worse, I fall in love with them.
There had been many men I loved for a while. Mostly saloon
customers. I saw some of them naked upstairs, and for a while, my
heart would ache. I don't know why I am like that, but I kept it
hid. No one could know. I heard Mr. Garrison say one time that
men who want men--like me--should be hung. As a matter of fact,
Mr. Garrison was starting to wonder why I never wanted to take
advantage of any of his girls. He told me he wouldn't charge. I
told him I didn't want to bring any more bastards into the world.
He was shocked. Of course, I really just had no interest in
women. I sometimes imagined I worked for Mr. Garrison as an
entertainer, taking men up to my room and lying there as they
took their pleasure in my body. And as shameful as that idea was,
I could beat it. I sometimes imagined entertaining all the Wesson
men-my kin, just like Ma done. But not Pa Wesson. Just the sons.
   "John," I heard a deep voice say. It wasn't Mr. Garrison's
voice.
   "Who said that?" I said, looking around. Right behind me was
my red man.
   "You talkin' to me, finally?" I asked him.
   He smiled at me. Damn, he looked good. I thought about him
often. He had a beard, like I said. He also had some hair on his
chest. That day was wearing a pair of buckskins and nothing else.
My eyes followed the line of hair travelling from his chest into
those buckskins. Then I made the mistake of glancing at his
crotch. He was showing and I got embarrassed when I got hard. He
looked at my crotch and smiled.
   He took my arm.
   "I must speak to you."
   "Now, all of a sudden?"
   "Yes."
   I looked around. No one was paying any attention. I wiped my
hands on my pants. He tugged on my arm and I followed him. We
walked down the street to the end. He walked behind a building.
Then he backed me up against it. His body pinned mine to the
wall.
   I gasped and not because I didn't like it. I put both palms
on his chest. I could feel the muscles. I didn't push him away. I
was happy where I was, but worried someone would see us. He
smiled at me.
   "What.what is it?"
   He was breathing hard and I could feel his pecker pressed
against my leg. He reached down and rubbed mine. I gasped.
   "This ain't right!"
   "I know you want me. I see the desire in your eyes." I looked
down. "You don't want a woman."
   I felt completely miserable. I clinched my eyes shut, but
tears came out anyway.
   "Open your eyes, my beautiful John."
   I did. He had a smile on his face.
   "You think I'm beautiful?"
   "Yes. I desire you the way you desire me. Among my people,
men who love men are honored."
   "Really?"
   "Yes."
   "But you got a beard."
   "I can shave it."
   "No." I reached up and felt it. "I don't mean that. How can
you grow it if you is Indian?"
   "My father was white.
   "John, I waited and waited for you. I can wait no longer. I
want you to be mine."
   I looked at him. I gulped. I reached out and felt his hair.
He smiled at me. Then he kissed me. I was shocked. I felt his
tongue on my lips. I groaned as I opened my mouth. His tongue
went inside. A minute later, I pulled away.
   "Someone will see us!"
   "Yes." He looked around. We were alone. "You want me, John. I
have known it for years. I have wanted you. I can feel how much
you want me."
   "I don't even know your name."
   "It is Golden Eagle or Robert, if I am with your people."
   "What do I call you?"
   "When we are alone, Golden Eagle."
   "You said you waited. Why?"
   "You were too young."
   "Oh." At least that made some sense. I was marrying age.
   "You could a talked to me."
   "I didn't want to just talk. If I talked, I would have told
you I loved you and that would have led to other things. I would
not have been able to not touch you like this."
   I gulped and nodded.
   He stared at me. "We belong together. I know this. You should
leave. Come with me."
   "Leave? To where?"
   "Somewhere we can be together. Where we can love each other."
   I looked at him. I wanted another kiss. I wanted to finally
see what was in his buckskins. I rested my forehead on his
shoulder. He kissed the side of my head. I sniffed and smelled
him. His scent made my pecker throb.
   "We must hurry, John."
   "Why?"
   "Will you trust me? I love you."
   I gulped again.
   "Do you mean that?"
   "I have thought of no one but you since I first saw you. You
were very young. You are old enough now. I will take you as my
mate."
   "But I can't walk out on Mr. Garrison with no reason. He will
ask where I'm going. And why. What will I say?"
   "Tell him it is because of the Wessons."
   "Huh? Why?"
   "Pa Wesson died and you must leave."
   "He died?"
   "Yes."
   "I guess you don't like them."
   "No. He was an evil man. He hated love."
   "Golden Eagle, I am probably a Wesson."
   "But you are like your mother, not like a Wesson. We will go
to my ranch. Say yes, please."
   I smiled. That sounded better to me than living with his
people. I was used to living inside, with fireplace to keep out
the cold and lamps at night. I didn't want to live in a teepee or
anything like that.
   "You have a ranch?"
   "Yes. Has no one told you that?"
   "I was afraid to talk about you too much. People might think
I."
   He grinned at me. Then he grew serious again.
   "You will come with me? Please, John. You will never be happy
here, pretending to like women. Tell Mr. Garrison now. Bring your
things. We must leave."
   I shook my head. It was crazy. But he was right. Eventually
someone would learn my secret. I was safer out of town. And I
wanted Golden Eagle. I had stroked myself so many times thinking
of him.
   He took my hand and placed it on his pecker.
   "You can have this, but only if we leave now."
   I nodded. I wanted it. I felt his chest.
   "Sleep with me. For the rest of our lives, John."
   I nodded.
   "I will tell him. I want you, Golden Eagle."
   "I want you, John. We will be together and we will be happy."
   We walked back to the saloon. I walked up to Mr. Garrison and
told him I was going prospecting in the Dakotas. It just popped
into my mind. He started to laugh. I guess he thought I was
joking. Then he looked at me like I was crazy. I thanked him for
all he had done for me. He argued with me as I put my clothes in
a bag. I took a few of Ma's things with me. When I was ready,
which was about a minute later, I hugged him and told him I
thought he was a fine man, the finest I knew. He got tears in his
eyes. I walked out of the saloon. Golden Eagle was on a horse,
with another horse next to him."
   "Are you going with him?" Mr. Garrison asked.
   "Please say nothing to the Wessons," Golden Eagle said to Mr.
Garrison. Mr. Garrison frowned.
   I got up on the horse and followed Golden Eagle as we left
town. I turned back and waved at Mr. Garrison. We was heading
south, not north, which was where the Dakotas was. I thought
about saying something, but it didn't matter.
   "Where is your place?"
   "About thirty miles from here."
   I nodded. He smiled at me.
   "I love you, John."
   "I'm glad, but you don't know me."
   "I think I do."
   We were out of town and it was a beautiful day. We were both
smiling at each other. Finally, I asked what I wanted to know.
   "Why do you hate the Wessons?"
   "Richard Wesson raped my mother."
   I gasped. That was Pa Wesson.
   "Did he kill her?"
   "No."
   "Thank the Lord! I always heard he was rotten. But maybe I
am. I'm a Wesson."
   "I am, too and I'm not rotten. You and I take after our
mothers. He didn't have the chance to.corrupt us the way he did
his other sons."
   I stared at him.
   "You are a Wesson?" I looked at him and realized he did have
some of the look of a Wesson.
   "Yes. Richard Wesson took my mother to his bed many times.
There was no one else."
   "Is it bad that I want you, anyway? Bein' related."
   "No, John. You don't think of me as a relative."
   "No."
   "We belong together."
   I nodded. Then I realized it was a good thing we was related.
I was going to live with my brother. Nobody would think that was
unusual. I was going to help my brother on his ranch. It was the
most normal thing in the world. Much more normal than living with
an Indian I just met.
   "That is wonderful!"
   He laughed.
   "I was just hoping you would say it didn't matter."
   "But you see, if people ask, we are just two brothers living
together."
   "Yes. I suppose for your people, it is better than the truth.
My people value the truth more. Lying would not be necessary."
   "Would they let an uncle and his nephew.?"
   "Well, they might not approve of that."
   "Is your mother still alive?"
   "No. She died three years ago."
   "I am very sorry, Golden Eagle."
   He nodded.
   "She is buried behind the house."
   We rode on. The weather was beautiful and every time I looked
at him, I had to smile.
   "You are as happy as I am, John."
   "You must be very happy."
   He grinned.
   "Why did you wait for Pa Wesson to die before you spoke to
me?"
   "If he found out one of his sons loved another one, he would
probably have killed us both. I thought often about killing him.
He deserved to die, but of course, I could not do it."
   "I am glad. This is better."
   "Did you think of me at night, John?"
   "Yes."
   "I shot enough seed thinking of you to have a thousand
babies."
   I smiled at him.
   "I wish I had been there."
   "I wish the same thing. I wanted to shoot my seed inside
you."
   I gulped. He was certainly being honest!
   "Was I the only man you thought of?"
   I didn't know if I should tell the truth. I knew I didn't
want to lie to him.
   "No."
   He looked unhappy.
   "If you had ever spoken or even touched my hand."
   He nodded and sighed.
   "Once you started going around without a shirt, I started
wanting you more. I wanted to touch you somethin' fierce."
   He grinned at me.
   "I know that. I saw you grow hard once when you looked at me.
You looked at my erection and your eyes grew wide. It was a very
happy day for me. I began to think I might be able to have you
for my mate."
   "You walked off. I wanted to chase you down."
   He smiled. "I didn't want to walk away. It has always been
difficult. I knew what you wanted. I ached to give it to you. I
know what you need."
   "You do?"
   "It's between my legs."
   I think I must have blushed.
   He laughed.
   "You are so beautiful!" he shouted. "My cock can make you
happy." I gulped. I believed him. But it shocked me to speak of
things so openly. Not that anyone could hear us. "You need me
inside you." I could barely breathe, but I nodded. "I have the
same need to be inside you. I need to plant my seed deep inside
your sweet, beautiful body. I need to look in your eyes and see
that you are mine when I have my release."
   I closed my eyes. The motion of my pants against my pecker
was almost enough to make me shoot. I didn't want to get my only
good pair of pants dirty. My other pair barely fit. I only wore
them when I was washing my good pair.
   "In our relationship, you will be under me. You know this?"
   I looked at him and bit my bottom lip. I nodded my head.
"It's where I want to be. It's hard to say out loud. I've tried
to keep it all inside, hidden."
   "I know. But when we are alone, you can say anything to me.
You must get used to it. I don't want you to be shy in my bed.
You want my cock, John." I nodded. "Say it."
   I gulped. "I want your cock, Golden Eagle."
   "What do you want to do with it?"
   I closed my eyes again.
   "You are trying to make me shoot in my pants!"
   He laughed.
   "I do wish you weren't wearing them! If they get dirty, we
will wash them. Or maybe I will lick them clean."
   I stared at him. I couldn't believe he said that-out loud.
   "We will be alone, John. What difference will it make?"
   I thought about it.
   "None, I guess."
   "No. We will wash them in the stream behind the house and let
them dry. I will hold you to keep you warm."
   It sounded wonderful. I smiled at him.
   "Will you mind being held by me?"
   I grinned. "Now I want to get them dirty!"
   He laughed.
   "I love him, hawk!" he shouted up in the air. A hawk was
flying over us. I laughed.
   "He makes my pecker hard, hawk!" I shouted.
   I looked at him and he looked sad or maybe disappointed.
   "And I love him!" I shouted. Golden Eagle smiled then. I saw
he needed love. I wanted to give it to him.
   "Who else did you desire, John?"
   "That is in the past, Golden Eagle."
   "Please tell me, John."
   "I am afraid I will hurt you and that is something I never
want to do."
   He smiled. He moved close to me and took my hand.
   "I have had sex before, John."
   I nodded.
   "The Wesson sons," I told him.
   "You thought of them?"
   "Sometimes."
   "Were there others?"
   I was embarrassed.
   "Ned Miller." Golden Eagle nodded. "Jack Carson and his
brothers Tuck and Jojo. Bill Jennings. Al Monroe. Butch Jones and
his two sons."
   He didn't say anything.
   "I saw them naked while they was upstairs at the saloon. Some
of them were hard. Al's pecker dripped seed on the floor. When he
was gone, I wiped his seed up and smelled it."
   Golden Eagle grinned at me. I was relieved he wasn't upset by
it. "Bill even asked me to put my mouth on his pecker. He was
drunk and joking-I think. He laughed when I ran off. But I wanted
to do it, Golden Eagle. That's why I ran."
   "He probably did want you to do it. It does feel very good.
Did you have sex with any of them?"
   "No. I never touched any man, sides shaking hands. You are
the only person I ever kissed."
   "Did you think of the Wessons the most?"
   "I thought of you the most. The sight of your hardon in your
buckskins was always in my mind. I thought of the Wessons a lot,
though. Especially Ned."
   "He is big."
   "He's not that much taller. But I felt terrible about wanting
someone who might be my father."
   "Don't feel terrible. I desire you more than anyone in the
world and I am your uncle."
   I nodded. "You and the Wessons was the ones that was always
watching me. Do you hate the sons, too?"
   "Yes. No. I." He let out a long breath. "They are my
brothers. I want to love them. They do things I do not like, but
because of their father, I cannot blame them. He ruined their
minds. He twisted them. I have hated some things they have done,
but it is our father I blame. I ignored every word the man said.
They were forced to live with him. It is hard to say how I feel
about them. I have spent time with them, since I came back. I
used to watch them. They were my brothers. I watched them have
sex with each other. Eventually, I joined them." I stared at him.
"Please do not hate me!"
   "I don't! Why would you think I would?"
   "Whites have funny ideas about sex. They had sex all the
time-the brothers. They spoke of you often while they had sex.
That is how I knew you are a Wesson."
   "What did they say about me?"
   He didn't answer. I waited. Finally, he said, "I will tell
you tomorrow."
   "What?" I started to get mad. "What the hell does that mean?"
   His eyes flashed with anger, but he sighed.
   "I love you, John, and they do not."
   "I believe you. But why are you hiding something?"
   "Dan is your father."
   "How do you know?"
   "They told me. They seemed sure. Even Richard believed you
were Dan's son."
   I was shocked. Maybe he was right. Maybe getting everything
in one hour was too much. Especially when crazy Pa Wesson was
involved.
   "The things I hated most were the things they said about you.
I once heard Ned say he wanted to fuck Dan while Dan fucked you.
Dan said Ned would stretch you too much for him to get any
pleasure out of fucking you."
   I gulped. I was not sure I was ready for everything.
   "Dan said, that since he was your father, he should get you
first each day. They got in a fight about it. They were shoving
each other. Ned insisted he was the oldest. He would fuck you
first each day. Buck was mad, because he wanted Ned to fuck him,
not you. I got sick and didn't want to hear more."
   "I feel the same way. I have heard enough for now."
   "The thing that upset me most, was they never mentioned
asking what you wanted." I nodded. "They just planned to use you
however they liked. Richard took my mother against her will. His
sons might do the same to you."
   We rode in silence for a while. Golden Eagle looked unhappy.
He was thinking of them.
   "I want to give you love and sex. I think you deserve both. I
want a person to share my life with. I need to love and be loved.
They just want someone else to have sex with. Love has been
beaten out of them. I think what has replaced it is a sort of
blind lust."
   I understood that. I knew for a fact that the other Wessons
didn't love me. They wouldn't even speak to me. Why shouldn't I
go with Golden Eagle? I had a chance for sex and love, and that
was what I wanted.
   "I understand. This is better," I said. "I want the same
thing you want, Golden Eagle. Love and sex. And then maybe more
sex."
   He laughed.
   "Tonight I will hold you in my arms while you sleep."
   I smiled at him.
   "It sounds wonderful. My Indian will finally be mine."
   "I always have been. I just kept it hidden."
   "Should I call you Uncle Golden?"
   He laughed. "It would be Uncle Robert. Robert Wesson is my
white name."
   I moved my horse close enough to feel his pecker. It was
stiff.
   "You want that."
   "I do. I wonder how it tastes."
   He grinned.
   "I will not stop you if you want to find out."
   "I'm thinking Pa Wesson didn't know his sons were fooling
around with each other."
   "He did. As a matter of fact, I was watching them when he
found Ned fucking Ben. He beat the shit out of Ben. I thought he
was going to kill him. I was angry that the other brothers did
not try to stop him. But all of us are aware of what would happen
if Richard Wesson told others we were having sex with each other.
Ben limped around covered with bruises for a while."
   "What did he do to Ned?"
   "Nothing! He was angry at Ben for acting like a woman for his
brother."
   That was crazy! Pa Wesson was mean and crazy.
   "I wondered if that was why he sent them to your mother."
   "Oh. Did they switch to women after that?"
   "No. None of them desire women. And they think they can only
love women."
   I frowned.
   "What about you? Have you ever desired a woman?"
   "No. I am like them." He sighed. "Like my brothers."
   "And your nephew."
   He smiled at me.
   We turned off the path and approached a stream. He stopped
and got off his horse. I did, too. He pulled me into his arms and
kissed me. We held each other tightly as we kissed. When we
pulled apart, we both got a drink and let the horses drink. Then
Golden Eagle removed his breeches. My heart was pounding as I
watched his pecker appear. It was stiff.
   "Get undressed, John."
   I did. We lay on the grass by the stream and kissed while our
hands explored each other's body. I fell in love next to that
stream. We pulled apart and I admired his body.
   "You are the hairiest red man, I ever saw?"
   "Well, my father was very hairy."
   I nodded.
   "Do you want me to shave my beard?"
   "No. I like it. I like everything about you." I wrapped my
hand around his pecker. I stroked it and watched the head slide
in and out of his foreskin. A drop of liquid formed at the slit.
Golden Eagle wiped it off and wiped his finger on my bottom lip.
I was shocked, but I licked my lip. It tasted pretty good!
   "You like it?"
   "I do!"
   "I will give you all you want."
   I laughed.
   "What happened with your mother?"
   "She left our people because she didn't like one of the men
who was chasing her. She found out Richard was looking for a
woman to cook and clean and take care of his sons. She began
working for him. He began trying to get her in his bed. She
didn't want him, but he kept after her. Eventually, he wore her
down and he had his way. She became pregnant. After I was born,
he told her she would have to get rid of me. My grandmother came
to see her grandson. She wanted to take me back to live with her.
She pointed out to my mother how unhappy Richard's sons were.
Richard and my grandmother convinced her to send me away. My
grandmother took me and raised me. Our people are about a day's
ride from here. My mother came to visit us several times. I was
happy and she was happy about that. It was a very good thing she
did not raise me in Richard's house. I would be terrified of love
and crazy like my brothers. When my grandmother died, I went to
see my mother. She still worked for him. I begged her to leave.
She decided she would. When she told Richard she was leaving, he
gave me land next to his to try to get us to stay. My English was
not good. He paid a woman to teach me proper English. He didn't
care if I lived or died, but I had to speak properly. Maybe he
loved my mother, in his rotten, crazy way. I built a home there
with Richard's money and the help of my brothers. We lived in it
until she died. Richard cried when she died. That's why I think
maybe he loved her. She never loved him. She loved my brothers,
but I know they didn't return her love. They were afraid their
father would not approve. I don't think she would have stayed
with him two days, if it wasn't for the brothers. She felt very
sorry for them. Unlike me, she believed my brothers loved both of
us. She always tried to see the good in people."
   "Why didn't you go back to your people? Why did you want to
live next to them?"
   "I didn't. But we didn't have close relatives and my mother
had become used to living as a white. She got cold easily and she
didn't want to spend winters outside. If her mother had been
alive, we might have."
   "I can definitely understand that."
   I thought about all I had learned about the Wessons and
started to get angry. Dan knew he was my father and he never even
said hello to me. The three sons came to town without their
father sometimes. Couldn't he say hello? He wanted to fuck me,
but he never bothered to say hello.
   "If you decide you want to go with your father-"
   "Don't say that!"
   He stroked my cheek.
   "I just mean." He sighed. "I wanted to get you before them.
Part of it was wanting to beat them for the sake of beating them,
but I was also afraid if your father tried to get you, you would
have immediately gone with him, just to have somewhere to go. He
would have fucked you, but he wouldn't love you. If he was your
first, you might have fallen in love with him. Not being loved
back would hurt you. I know that for certain. I wanted to give
you a chance to know love with a man."
   "I choose love, Golden Eagle. You did the right thing."
   He laughed, but looked embarrassed.
   "We will see them. We will see them often. But once you love
me, the way I love you, I hope you will stay with me."
   "I will."
   We kissed some more.


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