Bare Butt Brave

'It's sure hot,' I think wearily to myself. The summer sun is high above me and won't soon be ropping from the sky. Sweat pours into my eyes and burns them. I wipe an arm across my face and groan at the amount of logs yet to chop.

Returning to the dreaded task, I lift up my axe and prepare to split a log at my feet. Dull pain throbs in my right shoulder from it. I drive the axe downwards until a wonderful crunching sound is heard. The lieutenant's head has been split into two bloody pieces!

Actually, it's not his fault for giving me this chore to do. I suppose Lieutenant Rickson had to find something for me to do at this fort, "To keep you out of harms way, boy!" as he said. I'd sure wish he'd find a lighter axe for me to chop with. Its weight was meant for a soldier; I'm only a boy. Muscles in my right shoulder and back cry out each time I raise the heavy blade.

Clumsily, I drive my weapon downwards
with a great hatred for him.

I groan out when realizing my bad chop. The axe head has buried
itself deep in the log's yellowish flesh. I tug on the handle without
success, cursing at the sharp pains in my shoulder. Sweat runs down my
back and under my pants causing an itch on butt. My body has become
heated from chopping wood.

My overalls are too tight to reach a hand inside to scratch myself.
I loosen all its side buttons. The pants sags over my thin frame. If
it weren't for the shoulder straps, my overalls would fall to my feet.
I welcome the movement of air over my butt and sweaty thighs.

I take a firm grip of the axe handle and lift the heavy log up from
the ground. Many breaths rush through me as I ignore the pain. I raise
the log even higher before dropping it down over another. A loud crack
announces the blade's freedom.

After celebrating with a short rest, I prop another log upright.
This time my axe finds its mark with care and splits it. I kick the two
pieces away and quickly ready another while trying not to notice how
many are left to chop. I only allow my eyes to admire the completed work.

Everything around me becomes a blur as I concentrate on my task. I set
up a log, lift my heavy axe while ignoring the pain, swing downwards and
crack! I repeat the weary motion.

After a while the pile of firewood outnumbers the logs to be cut.
My axe swings faster in spite of the pain. I want to catch a glimpse
of the Indians that have come to be painted before I'm given my next
chore by the lieutenant.

I wonder how many Indian men will visit today? Their chiefs come fully
robed and wear headdresses of colorful feathers. The younger men are
clad in simple breechclouts. I like to look over their tanned bodies
and daydream about the primitive rites they perform with each other.

A tight bulge has formed in the front of my pants. I've become
excited from thinking about wild savages and their male sex rites. No
one is near so I take a breather. I clasp the axe blade in my hand and
drop the wooden handle over my crotch. My cock begins a grinding motion
against it. I close my eyes and daydream...

I'm swimming in the river with my new Indian friend. His breechclout
lays over my pants on the bank. We explore each other's bodies with
naughty hands. I get a hard on. It's hidden beneath the water. The
Indian man heads for the bank to dry off in the sun. I follow. He
notices my excitement for him.

With a sly grin on his face, the Indian man turns himself around and
backs onto my groin. My dick presses wonderfully against his butt. I
reach around his slim waist and hold him tightly to me. My thrusts feel
good. I grasp his thickly skinned erection. My hand pulls over it while
I rub against his brown butt cheeks for my pleasure. The man grunts out
from his sudden release. My hand fills with his strong squirts.

I end my lusty daydreaming. So close to it! I don't want to get
caught with a wet stain in my pants so I drop the axe to the ground.
My hard cock aches me for attention. I promise myself to beat off later
in the stables.

In taking up the heavy axe in hand, I continue my chore here. I try
not to think about wild Indians but I can't help myself. My erection
won't go down. At least no one has passed by close enough to cause me
embarrassment. It won't be long before my chopping here is finished.

I rest one more time and repeat my rubbing trick. The long wooden
handle reminds me of a horse's cock. What would it be like to embrace
an excited stallion laying on its side? I'm curious about the feel of
their long dong. I've belly rubbed with a man before. He got my dick
to release against him.

I stop myself again. I'm feeling real horny today. After chopping
the wood here, I should head for the stables to take care of my aching
dick. It can get me into trouble if I don't attend to its need in hand.

I look over the remaining logs. Only one now stands before me to be
chopped. I approach 'him' in stealth. Lieutenant Rickson is unknowing
of my strike to come. I aim with care then release a loud war cry like a
savage. My shoulder pains me when I deliver the fatal blow. Yet I'm
rewarded with the sweet sound of splitting wood. My chore here is
finished!

I toss my 'tomahawk' onto a barrel top and race to find the Indians.
In that time I look about the fort that I live in. Three hundred paces
in either direction will find a wall blocking my freedom. I've been
feeling very trapped of late.

The friendly Blackfoot occasionally camp outside its walls. I've
been forbidden to walk out and see them. Soldiers man the high walls
watching for outer hostilities. None look inwards - at those Indians
visiting the artist since they've not come to make war.

There they are! I slow my pace so as to not disturb anyone. Mr. Catlin
is seated on his favorite wooden chair, deep in concentration while he
paints. Before him are two Blackfoot Indians. One is seated close to him
while the other stands behind to guard. My eyes go first to the seated
chief.

This aged man is the one who's come to be painted. He's clad in a
colorful shirt of feathers and quills. His legs are covered in elk
leggings. Around his shoulders is a bulky ceremonial buffalo robe. A
short bow with four arrows lies in his cracked hands. Face paint of
red and white makes him look fierce. Mr. Catlin is so busy getting
him down on his canvas that he doesn't even notice that I'm here.

My eyes dart to the brave standing guard. He's younger than the
chief; only a few years older than me. His dark body reveals much to
my eyes. A lot of uncovered skin. This brave has a bared chest, bare
arms, and even his butt is bared!

I'm excited by seeing the brave uncovered there. My eyes look over
his smooth lean cheeks and admire his boldness. I've heard some
interesting things about Indian braves making love. Does his bared
rear end mean that he also likes men? A swirling in my stomach comes
from the thought of it.

I circle behind the Indian brave. I notice a slim thong hanging
down between his butt cheeks. It accents his rear nakedness. A flap
of hide covers him in front. I suppose that even in this heat Indians
can't go about fully naked.

Where the brave has allowed the sun to touch his skin has become a
nice color. It gives his body a dark, beautiful appearance. My own
back and arms have tanned from not wearing a shirt. I'm even marked by
two pale lines on my shoulders from my overall straps. My butt is
still very white from being hid inside my pants. It would be too bold
for me to go about uncovered there as he has.

My eyes continue to look over the half-naked brave. I like how his
black hair is long. That seems to be a worthy quality in a savage.
Though my blond hair is of some length, this brave has kept his growth
from boyhood. It flows down past his shoulders to well muscled arms
and chest. Even his legs are strong down to his bare feet.

The dark eyes of the brave finally notice me and glare hard. I return
his stare by peering boldly into his eyes. His face is unreadable. Yet
his fierce stance is telling of his Indian savageness and secret ways.

I endure his staring game by returning a fierce expression to match
his. I wonder what he thinks about me? After a few heartbeats, I'm
forced to look away for some reason. A deep swirling in my stomach
steals my breath away. All from playing the Indian man's staring game.

While easing myself slowly to the man's left, I try avoiding his
seeking eyes. I peer down at his front deerskin flap instead. A
rounded bulge within causes me to swallow nervously. I glance down at
my own erection and feel excited to know that he must see it. Perhaps
this brave has a liking for me.

"Christopher. Have you finished chopping the wood?" asks a blue
uniformed man.

I rush my eyes off the naked savage to face Lieutenant Rickson. If
I don't answer carefully, he'll think up some other chore for me to
perform. I nod my head in reply while stepping closer to Mr. Catlin.

"Yes sir. It's all done!" I snap like one of his soldiers. "Can I
stay and watch him paint a while?"

"Okay Chris," he replies, "but don't you disturb him any. And keep
your ears out for a summons. A man from St. Louis has come and he'll
want to talk to you. I think he intends to take you back to your next of
kin so keep yourself available for him. No more chores for you today."

I fill with excitement and clamor for words. "What's his name and
when do I leave?"

"It's Major Brinshalt," the lieutenant replies. "He's here for a
few days inspecting our fine little fort. An important man, Christopher,
treat him with respect and answer his summons promptly."

Mr. Catlin turns to us with a sour look. Our loud conversation has
disturbed him. The lieutenant walks away so I alone apologize to the
artist. He shrugs his shoulders and continues to paint the Indian chief.
I stand behind him and watch, all forgiven now.

His canvas reveals the nearly completed portrait of the Blackfoot
Chief. And as I suspected, the brave is not part of the picture. He has
come to stand guard over his chief.

I notice that the Indian brave is carrying a small shield in his
right hand. Tucked in his belt is a long knife. It seems strange that I
didn't notice these warrior things on him before. But, of course, my
eyes were only interested in his nakedness.

The brave's dark eyes call out to me with their longing. Very
quietly, I leave Mr. Catlin to join him by the shed. When I reach his
side, the brave leads me into the dark shadows. The overhang of the
shed hides us from all eyes.

We still have a clear sight of the seated men. Mr. Catlin's back is
to us as he paints. Only the Blackfoot Chief could spy. The Indian
brave faces me with piercing eyes. This time, I smile back at his
fierceness while he looks me over. His interest gives me a thrill.

I become bold when turning myself around to show the brave my
backside. My tight pants haven't kept up with my growth so my butt
shows nicely in back. Butterflies fill my stomach when his eyes come to
rest there. I study his front flap. It's pushing away from his body;
the man's excitement for me. I get a real desire to be naked with him.

The man's eyes return to himself. I follow his lead to watch his
left hand slowly rub over his butt cheeks. Such longing fills my breast
to touch him there. I become startled when he peers into my eyes with
such power. He must really want me! My dick stiffens inside my pants.

I become even bolder. After looking around for anyone watching, I
pull off my shoulder straps. My pants drop to my thighs, exposing most
of my body to him. The brave's quick hands reach out for my nakedness.

I gasp from the warmth of his touch. I look about again for
unfriendly eyes that could be watching. Only Mr. Catlin and the
Blackfoot chief are close by. The artist has his back to us while he
paints the old Indian who keeps his eyes fixed on the ground before
him. I turn to the brave and give him a shy grin. He quietly caresses
me with hands pulling over my butt and long dick.

He wiggles his ass in a gesture for me to handle his body as well.
It's with shy hands that I reach out to take it. A smooth brown. My
breaths tremble to be touching his warm bare skin. The young brave
assures me that I can with a nod. As his hands become more rough over
my nakedness, I feel the sweaty softness of his. So daring to be
touching each other as we are! I hope that no one is watching.

The brave steps closer to reach for deeper parts of my body. His
fingers touch upon my balls. It sends strong thrills through my aching
dick. All the while his eyes study my face. Does he see what his hands
are doing to me?

I breathe in sharply when his hand traces up my butt crack. A
naughty finger even rubs over my hole! His face fills with such longing
from it. Strange sensations fill me from his fingering in my ass. I
don't understand his interest there. My hand wants to try the same thing
in his butt yet I'm prevented by the thong that he wears between his
cheeks. I could wiggle a finger underneath... The brave's hands pull
away from my body.

I look around in a rush. Relief fills me. No one is coming. The
soldiers on the walls are facing outwards. Besides, we're hidden
beneath the shed's overhang. There's no activity in this corner of the
fort. I face the brave while gathering up my courage. It's worth the
risk to see how far this Indian brave will try things with me.

I step closer to him. My nose takes in his attractive manly scent.
It's a sweet smell of prairie grass and the musky odor of his sweat.
I get real excited. My dick begins to hurt from being at full length,
trapped downwards inside my pants.

The brave's hand discovers that which wants to escape. He gently
pulls my dick to my belly. His fingers touch upon my balls while his
palm begins an up and down motion over my aching erection. I'm filled
with such need to release it! I spread my legs to allow the man an easier
handling of me. Tremendous feelings build in me from his harsh grasp of
my front nakedness. I'm reminded of my first special friend and his
hands on me...

I'd been shown a man's act of sperming by a fur trader named Telson.
He saw my need and taught me what all older boys and men knew. I hadn't
any brothers to show me how. With the death of my parents, I turned to
this man for guidance. He was only too glad to show me how good it felt
to pull on an aching dick.

We had met in a terrible time in my life. The trader found me washed
up on a sandbar after my parent's raft had capsized. My drowned mother
was quickly discovered and he buried her while I cried. He helped search
for Pa but became convinced that he was lost to the river's current. We
returned to Fort Union where he comforted me for a few days.

The lieutenant saw that I was all broken up over the death of my
parents and had given me Mr. Telson's room to sleep in. I looked to
that kind man as a father in my time of grief yet he became more in
our short time together. He'd awakened my manhood.

It was during our first night together that I suspected his carnal
interest in me. We had slept back to back on that small bed with me in
my overalls and him naked. I didn't discover that until later in the
night.

Mr. Telson rubbed his butt up against mine while making strange
noises. I brought my hand to our backsides and felt his surging
nakedness. How soft his butt had felt. He noticed my curious touch and
asked me to bare myself which I did. Our butts pressed firmly together
while his humped against mine.

The man didn't handle me that first night. He'd thought that I knew
how to pull on my dick. I didn't. A tremendous excitement was felt in
my erection but without understanding what was happening, all I could
do was listen to his grunts and feel his rear end flexing against mine.

He had taken a long time with pleasuring himself. His low moan and
slowing body against me signaled his release. He'd gone to sleep while
I stayed awake all night feeling excited and tense. It wasn't until
morning that I learned what he had been doing to himself. I was, after
all, an innocent kid at the time.

Mr. Telson's eyes had grown wide at my revealing question! I simply
asked what he had done with himself that night. In reply, the man asked
me to sit in his lap and face him. My pants were still laying on the
floor beside the bed. After explaining things like aching dicks and the
healthy release needed by a boy of my age, his warm hand took a hold of
my length and rubbed over it. It was my turn to grow wide in the eyes.

Waves of intense pleasure had surged through my body from the man's
handling. He pulled over my dick while fondling my flexing ass. The
sensation was new to me. I'd been feeling desire in my growing body and
he was giving vent to my releasing them.

I leaned over his hairy body and embraced his shoulders. Breaths
raced through my mouth as the good feelings down there became intense.
The man's other hand pulled firmly over my butt cheeks. He seemed to
especially enjoy that part of my body.

I learned to thrust through the man's clenched fingers. His hand
over my butt had set the beat to it. My held breaths deepened the
thrills in my dick. They built up to a sweet pain until an explosion
came from my loins. I released a high-pitched cry both from my surprise
and the intense pleasure. My seed squirted to the man's chest. A lot!
He gave my butt fond pats for my accomplishment. I kissed his neck and
hugged him for having shown me such a wonderful thing. The man's warmth
and strong arms around me was a completion to my lonely spirit.

This Indian brave also wants to release my dick. His experienced
hands try coaxing sperm from my body. I'm all too glad to allow it. As
one brown hand pulls over my butt cheeks with fingers digging into my
softness, his sweaty palm in front brings me increasing pleasure. I
take in deep breaths and wait for that wonderful explosion to come.

I close my eyes to enjoy it. My thrusts to the man's sweaty palm
feel good. I'm given intense thrills that shoot from my throbbing knob
down along my shaft. In the back of me, I feel his hand keeping a hold
of my bucking. One of his fingers reaches deep inside my cheeks. He
rubs over my hole then penetrates me. My dick explodes at that moment!

He must have sensed my nearing climax and brought his palm up to
catch it. I keep my cries within. When my squirting ends to his hand, a
deep sense of relief is given me. A loud ringing fills my ears.

I take in several deep breaths to clear my head. A panic sweeps
through me. I look about in dread for any unfriendly eyes. Luckily, no
one has witnessed this Indian's hold of my nakedness. I fill with
suspicion. This brave is familiar with boys and their needs.

The brave's hands withdraw from my weary body. He sniffs his finger
that had stuck up my asshole. His other hand is cupped. I'm given a
proud grin when the man reveals his wet palm to me. He holds it close
to him, my seed glistening in the sun like a valued gift. I'm feeling
conflicting emotions because of it. I'm embarrassed that he took my
sperm out in the open but it felt real good and I had need to do it
for him; to show this Indian that I'm not an innocent young boy.

I'm startled by the brave's next action. He reaches under his front
flap to cup his erection. He brings his wet hand to his nose and sniffs
my cum while peering lustfully at me. I drop my eyes in embarrassment.

The brave's flexing cheeks draw my attention. He stabs through his
hand under the front flap that gets his butt humping like Mr. Telson's
when he had beat off in our bed. I become bold when reaching for the
Indian's sweaty ass. His sexy motion is felt against my palm. The loose
thong dances against my hand like a leaf in the wind. I curiously lift
it to peek through the crack of the man's butt. He bends over to
accommodate my peeking.

An intense excitement grips me for my bold look! Under that thong is
the Indian's brown asshole. It seems a very naughty thing to be wanting
to see in a man but I can't help myself. He bends over to open his ass
some more. I watch his puckered hole wink in and out while strange
notions of lust fill my head. A really naked thing that he's showing me!

I fondle his flexing brown cheeks. So soft against my palm. He
obviously likes my touch by the low moans he's making. The warmth of
his body against mine tempts me to give him a hug. Would he want that?
Naw. His is only a lust rite and it's his turn to satisfy manly need.

The Indian's grunting draws my eyes down to his dancing front flap.
It's lifted by the knuckles to his right hand (cupping my sperm) to
reveal a brown cock. He releases a sharp breath when shooting to his
left palm. A string of cum hanging down from his piss hole shows how
thick his seed is. I'm only given this brief glimpse of his manhood.
The front flap drops over his cock when he holds out his palms to me.
Male relief fills his eyes.

More than ever, I want to give this nice man a hug! We've exchanged
pleasures from helping each other to sperm. It pools in each of his
palms, proof of having made love to each other 'in hand'. The brave's
eyes twinkle as if knowing my thoughts. I grasp his brown shoulder. He
smiles. There's such an intense longing in his gaze. For me! Getting
ourselves to release with each other wasn't simply done out of spending
pent up lust. I know from his eyes that he realizes that it's much more.
If only he knew English so that I could tell him that it's so! My hope
for us... Naw. He's an Indian and I'm white. There's no way we can get
together. I hang my head.

When breaking eye contact, the brave does something I didn't expect.
It must be some kind of Indian male rite. He puts his two hands together,
rubbing one wet palm over the other. Our sperm joins. I'm filled with
mixed emotions by seeing him wanting to do that.

Strong emotions tug at my heart by his next gesture. The brave's face
is full of longing when he covers his heart with his right hand. After a
moment, he brings it down to show me our mingling seed on his palm. His
dark eyes beg me to answer him. I'm all mixed up inside. I don't know
what this brave wants from me! I shrug my shoulders. He reaches out to
my left breast and clasps it. I feel his warmth shooting into my heart
like an arrow. Again, his dark eyes beg for my reply.

I let my heart answer for me. My trembling hand creeps up his smooth
chest to rest over his left breast. His skin is warm and moist under my
palm. The brave smiles at me while nodding his head with obvious joy. He
releases me with a string of sticky cum flowing from his palm. I gasp in
surprise when he brings that wet hand up to his lips and licks it. My
face burns from seeing the Indian man do that! He brings his hand up to
my lips in offer for me to drink it.

After a moment's hesitation, I lick our sperm from the man's palm. It
has a salty taste and a sharp smell fills my nose. I'm trying to swallow
past the stickiness at the back of my throat. The Indian smiles at me. He
licks his lips as if savoring the flavor of our male releases. I get the
strange notion that he wants to kiss me. Guys can't do that! My heart
leaps at the thought that Indian braves do kiss to show affection. Maybe
even love for each other. My own society wouldn't allow it.

I find myself licking my lips which tingle in anticipation of being
kissed but he doesn't lean his face over to mine. Is he waiting for me
to? I peer into his dark eyes to find out. He smiles at me. A gentle
smile that proves all the things I've heard about savages not being human
are untrue. I look at this Indian brave with new eyes. His naked act with
me had been gentle and caring; nothing had been forced on me. It was a
pleasurable act for us both that I know was much more than spending
lust together.

Should I kiss him? I'm surprised at myself to be thinking this
because... well. It's just not done between two guys in my society. I'd
accept his kiss as an Indian thing but the young brave is just standing
there looking at me. Maybe waiting for me to do it first with him. My
eyes drop to his feet while I decide if I'm gonna.

The brave has nice brown feet. No moccasins are covering them like
the rest of his nearly naked body. Only a deerskin flap in front. I see
the bulge from his cock that hasn't grown soft yet. My eyes return to
his. I wet my lips and gather my courage to do it before I chicken out.
If he accepts my kiss, then I'll know for sure that he wants me the same
way that I want him!

Faint steps from behind sends me into a frenzy. I step away from the
brave while pulling on my overall's shoulder straps to lift my pants. A
quick upwards pull hides my dick from sight but it's a struggle with
covering my butt. My recent growth spurt has made my clothes fit too
tightly. I face the passing soldier who can't see the back of me much to
my relief. My hands slowly drop to my side. He ignores me while glaring
at the brave who gives him a fierce Indian expression. It sends a shudder
down my spine. I'm reminded by how different our two societies are that
have clashed in hatred and anger. Most of that came about because we
don't understand each other, I reckon.

The brave's eyes watching the soldier return to me. The fierceness in
them are fading. I give him a weak grin coming from my relief for not
getting caught being naked together. When I'm sure the soldier has passed
out of sight, I turn myself sideways to the Indian so he can see my
exposed upper cheeks. He gives them a lusty pat. That soldier didn't
see my butt yet he got an eyeful of the Indian brave's who only wears a
slim thong. We smile knowingly at each other.

I pull up the back of my overalls to fully cover myself. Not that I
mind this Indian seeing my butt. Another soldier might pass by and
suspect that something is going on between us. I'm scolding myself. That
had been a near thing! How could I have been so daring for allowing this
Indian his way with me?

In the brave's eyes, I know why. He reveals a deep longing for me
that touches my heart. If only he knew how to speak English or I some
Indian to ask him, to tell him how I'm feeling for him! The brave
realizes this when he starts speaking to me with his hands. He holds out
his palms to me with his index fingers extended and touching. He swallows
nervously and waits for my response. I shake my head back and forth from
not understanding his gesture. The brave tries another hand sign.

While covering his heart with his right hand, he extends his left
index finger and wiggles it. He next covers my heart and wiggles his
other index finger. I take his meaning as a kind of special friendship
he wants to offer me. I like this handsome brave. When I nod my head,
his tense face forms a smile for me that loses all its Indian fierceness.
At this moment, I can see the man he really is. Love bursts inside me.
I'm really needing to give him a hug!

Someone calls out my name, startling me bad. I peek out from the shed
and see a man waving for me to join him. From his uniform markings, I
realize that it must be Major Brinshalt. I glance back at the brave. He
hurriedly joins his index fingers again. Then he makes a sweeping gesture
out the fort's gate. My heart leaps at the thought of it yet I sadly
shake my head in reply. The guards wouldn't allow me to leave. An urgency
fills me when hearing the major's second calling. I run from the Indian
brave while keeping my tears from falling.

Major Brinshalt takes me to a small office for questioning. I begin
by telling him about the river tragedy and that I'm without parents. He
also learns that I've never met any grandparents or know where others
of my kin are. The major says that makes things difficult.

I'm told that a steamship will arrive in four days. I'll be taken to
the city of St. Louis and placed with a family there until my kin are
found. I'm not thrilled with the thought of being cared for by strangers.
The major assures me that all efforts will be made to find me a proper
home. My heart sinks with the thought of leaving that Indian man behind.

Once the major's questioning is finished, he allows me to leave. I
rush outside to look for the Indians. I find the artist alone. The Indian
brave is nowhere in sight! I'm further alarmed to see the completed
portrait of the Blackfoot Chief. Now there's no reason for that nice man
to return. I run from Mr. Catlin to find a hidden place to cry.

I head for the stables. My eyes swim with tears when I look around
for any soldiers. None. Only the horses watch over my sadness with their
wide understanding eyes. I lean over a brown mare to cling to her warmth;
a mother's comfort that I need now. I listen to her gentle whinnies and
cry some more. I hurt bad inside and am feeling very alone.

The rest of my day is spent wandering about with my head hung low. I
have no more tears to cry out. In four days, a steamship will take me
away from this place. I've grown to hate the fort and the lieutenant's
many chores but I would gladly keep them all if that brave would come
to visit me.

I angrily shake my head at this sweet dream. I know it could never
happen. How silly it is for me to even think it! We come from very
different societies with neither of us able to speak to the other. I
don't know any Indian. A wild thought strikes me. I'd be willing to
learn so I could live with him. I'm haunted by the beauty of that man
that's much more than my attraction to his body. His gentle spirit
touched me. I linger in the stables until the sky grows dark.

I'm called to supper by the ringing bell. No one cares to notice how
down I'm feeling. I stare at my filled plate begging to be eaten. If Ma
were still alive, she'd be fussing over my lack of appetite and ask me
why. I couldn't tell her that I'm heart sick for a handsome young brave.

I finally excuse myself. None of the soldiers, Lieutenant Rickson,
or even the major notice my departure. I don't think that anyone here
really cares about me.

I wander about in the darkness for a while since I can't sleep. The
stars are brilliant tonight. I wonder if that Indian brave looks up at
them? Twinkling so high up in the sky, so free... How trapped I feel
inside this small fort!

I climb to a high platform. No guard is posted here at night so I'm
alone in the dark. I look for the river. It's too far away to spy on
from this side of the fort. I stare into the darkness. My thoughts are
filled with such sadness.

I stand closer to the edge of the platform. Behind me is the dreary
fort. My freedom lies ahead. I could simply step over the wall and fall
to my death. Join my parents in heaven. The terrible moment passes. I
really don't want to do this. My heart was sad after the river tragedy
and it almost broke when that trader ran off without even saying goodbye.
I'll get over my hurt for that Indian brave too, in time.

I laugh into the uncaring night. My spirit is strong! Life has been
hard but I'm made of harder stuff. Especially with all them chores the
lieutenant has been giving me. You should see my arm muscles! I'm given
a piss hard on that draws my hand inside the front of my pants. I stroke
over my dick for thrills. Them good feelings will get my mind off all
my woes.

A naughty idea comes to me. I wiggle out of my pants to stand naked
on the platform. The cool air tickles my body. I pretend that my Indian
brave is watching me from below. He wants me again! I tease him by
stroking over my erection while my other hand rubs over my backside.

I turn around on the high platform to show off my butt. My cheeks
open wide when I bend over like that Indian had done for me. My nude
display enflames his desire to have me. It has the brave climbing
straight up the fort's outer wall. Come get me!

An alarming sound from below has me grabbing for my pants. That had
sounded like a guard's cough. His footsteps become loud on the wooden
steps in his climb up. I prepare for the worst. A young man comes into
sight. I think it's Mister Brennan, a new posting at the fort. He had
come up on the steamer with the major. We haven't really met.

"Hello Chris," greets the man.

"Hi..."

"A pleasant evening this, don't you think?"

"Yeah." What a dumb thing for him to say. Though the darkness prevents
him from seeing my face, I turn away in embarrassment. I look to the
rolling hills and the freedom that lies just beyond them. Had he noticed
my naked act from below?

The guard stands beside me. I feel his warmth and startle some when
he reaches an arm around my waist. His breaths seem loud.

"I've heard that you've been orphaned," says Mr. Brennan. "I'm sorry
about what happened to your parents."

I kick at the fort's wall due to my nervousness. The man's voice
lowers when he speaks again.

"That must leave you feeling real lonely at this fort. No other boys
to play with."

I shrug my shoulders not that he could have seen it.

"You can talk with me about it if you want, Chris, or anything that's
on your mind."

"Yeah, sure." The man's voice had trembled from excitement. I get the
strong notion that he's interested in me like that trader.

"I've been given a room all to myself. You too, from what I've heard.
If you don't like sleeping alone, come join me. Guys can get pretty
lonely out here."

I become sure of Mr. Brennan's interest for my 'company' when his hand
roams down my back to give my butt a squeeze. He must have seen me naked
just now. My feet become glued to this spot. My butt is fondled through
my tight pants that feels good. I'm not surprised when his other hand
checks out the front of me. He fingers my straining erection.

"You're an attractive boy," the soldier whispers. "Hasn't anyone ever
told you so? Perhaps one of the other men at this fort?"

Mr. Brennan moves behind me. His fingers pull over my hard dick
through my pants while I feel his manly excitement against my backside.
He grinds his cock suggestively between my cheeks. Fear grows in me.

"I like you Chris. Come back to my room and we'll do more."

This man only lusts for me! His words, his excited body against mine
and his naughty hands are proof of it. I tear away from his hold and
bolt down the steps.

I make it back to my room and jump into bed without pausing to
remove my pants. I throw the covers over my head and tremble in fear.
Why does that young soldier frighten me? I should be afraid of that
half naked savage! Yet my heart assures me that he's a good man; gentle.
I don't know how I know this but I do. I'm suspicious of white guys like
Mr. Brennan because he reminds me too much of that trader who had broken
my heart.

Sleep is kept from me while I lay thinking about my handsome brave.
What would it have been like to hold him in my arms? I think he wanted
that too. We'd both gotten off yet he remained with me in the shed
instead of returning to guard over that old chief. He's offered me a
special friendship. That's what I took his hand gesturing to mean. Sure.
I'm lusting for his smooth brown body and want to have him show me how
Indian braves make love with each other. They haven't won a squaw to
satisfy them. Not until they've proven themselves in battle to wear a
proud head feather. My Indian brave wants me. Not just for sex but to
be with me. I want to be with him too!

Tears well up in my eyes from my deep longing. The pain from not
knowing if I'll ever see my brave again keeps me up for a long while.


My nightly release begins as it always does. Mr. Telson asks me to
drop my pants so we can rub our butts together. This time, I turn around
instead. My erection presses thrillingly against his warm butt. The man
pauses from his lone act as if stunned by my embrace.

I mouth over the man's shoulder. His skin is moist and attractive
smelling. My hand reaches around him for his hairy breast which I rub in
small circles. His nipple hardens. My dick slips into the crack of his
butt. I stab between his tightening cheeks, amazed by the intense thrills
coming from my dick. Breaths race through my mouth.

The trader abruptly turns around to face me under our blanket. How I
wish there was light enough to see the expression on his face! When his
long arms take me to him, I know that he accepts my offer to make love.

Our long dicks touch and gently rub when we embrace. The man's body
hair tickles me. He kisses my neck while his hands roam down my body
to find my butt. He really likes handling me there. I mouth over his
chest and grow excited from smelling his sharp underarm odor. Sucking
on the man's armpits makes him shudder. He rolls our bodies over the
bed until I'm on top.

The man's hands fondle my butt cheeks. I kiss my way up to his neck
while grinding my cock harshly over his. Man! The wonderful thrills
that come from their fleshy embrace. When my kisses reach the man's
hairy face, he becomes tense. I find his mouth with my mouth. A kiss.
The trader turns away.

I'm surprised and a bit hurt by the man's rejection yet I continue
making love to him. Our heated bodies soon release to each other. The
man pushes me off him in a rush and turns away. He goes to sleep
without so much as a 'good night'. Our loins are satisfied but what
about our hearts?

Something has gone wrong. It's more than him not wanting to kiss. Why
did the man get rid of me after cumming? Does he only love me with his
dick? Bad feelings and worries strangle my heart. I'll wait until morning
to talk with him about it. I'm sure that I can make it all better.

I wake up alone in my bed. The man's warmth beside me is gone. Where
is he? After shaking the fog of sleepiness from my head, I realize that
this had happened weeks ago. My dream was reliving our last night
together.

I go over what that morning had brought. I found Mr. Telson missing
from my bed and only learned later that he had stolen out in the night
without a word. What went wrong? Did he think I'm too young to have for
a lover? Maybe it's wrong for two guys to get together as if they were.
In my heart, it feels right. Holding that man close in my arms was like
a completion to myself. I know that he was lonely too. Needing someone.
I'd offered Mr. Telson my love but he rejected it by not wanting to kiss.

Bad feelings strangle my heart. Tears sting my eyes but I hold them
back. My thoughts turn to that young Indian brave. He wanted to take me
out the fort's gate to be with him. I knew the soldiers wouldn't allow
it. Now, he too is gone from me.

I wipe my eyes with the blanket. There's a familiar male scent in it.
A smile comes to my face for all the times that Mr. Telson and I have
made love beneath it. That sweet scent and finding dark hairs in the
blanket helps me to remember my brief time with him. I've never washed
it. That's all I have left to remind me of my first love.

My pants are found at my feet. I must have pulled them down when
dreaming I was with Mr. Telson. They've been getting so dirty of late,
especially with my sleeping in them. I wash up from a basin of water.
How nice it would be to take a swim in the river yet that's far beyond
my 'prison gate.'

My morning is spent moping around the fort. Soon, I find myself
before my daily chore. Luckily, there are fewer logs here to split than
yesterday. I grab the axe from the barrel top and begin. In three days
this task will go to another. I sure won't mind losing this chore.

I take my time at it since no Indians have come. I know that weeks
can pass without any visiting Mr. Catlin. That makes him grumpy and
difficult to approach as he writes things down in that book of his. He
usually allows time for me to look over his paintings. He likes
explaining all the details and their Indian significance. But today,
I'm not even up to that simple pleasure.

I drop the heavy axe with my first chore completed. The lieutenant
will have another to assign me so I'll keep myself out of sight. I
don't feel like doing much work today. I also want to hide from Mr.
Brennan. He saw me naked on the high platform last night and he obviously
likes boys. I wouldn't mind his interest in me if it weren't for that
handsome brave. My heart is still filled with hope. I feel that the
Indian cares for me beyond the naked stuff. That young soldier reminds
me too much of the trader.

I climb the fort's wall to visit with Mr. Sinare. He's an old soldier
who I feel comfortable to chat with. I'm constantly looking into the fort
for the two men that I'm hiding from. I think Mr. Sinare realizes what
I'm doing but he doesn't mind my company. We talk for a long while.

He's heard about me leaving for St. Louis in the days ahead. I try
making it sound like I'm excited. He gives me all sorts of advice and
tells me about things I should see in the city. Yet inside, my heart is
very sad. I'm only half listening to what he's saying.

"Them In'ians are curious about you, Chris."

"What?" I gasp. Mr. Sinare gives me sharp eyes so I drop mine in
embarrassment. Fear squeezes my heart. Did someone see me being naked with
that young brave? I gather up my courage and ask, "What did you hear?"

Mr. Sinare thinks for a moment before answering. "They'd asked Mister
Catlin about you. Not proper things for strangers to inquire about."

"Like what?" I can tell that the man is getting uncomfortable.

"How old you are. Who yeh parents were. Mister Catlin told him that
you've been orphaned. The In'ian wanted to know if you would want to go
live with them."

"Who asked?" My heart lifts that the young brave had asked that. I'd
run off with him at the drop of a hat.

"The old chief."

Huh? Why would he inquire about me instead of the brave?

"Damn savages!" exclaims the old soldier. Curses form on his lips
that he doesn't give breath to.

More is going on than Mr. Sinare is willing to tell me. He gives me
an odd look.

"You keep yer butt in the fort, boy. It ain't safe out there."

I catch the way Mr. Sinare glares at me in warning like I'll get raped
by those savages. A certain Indian can take me any way he wants! The
old soldier's eyes fall to my butt. I gasp. Does he know about Indian
love that's performed between the braves? I'm thinking that he does.

When I look away in embarrassment, movement along the river catches
my eyes. It's a lone rider galloping towards the fort. Mr. Sinare yells
out a warning to the other soldiers. I chase after him down the steps
until we're standing just inside the gate waiting for the horseman.
It's an Indian! My heart fills with hope that it could be 'him'. Maybe
the young brave has come to visit with me.

As the rider nears, I notice the dark hides tied to his horse. My
heart sinks with the thought that it's just some Indian wanting to
trade. I wonder what he hopes to get? The particular items he desires
for trade are denied him, namely spirits and guns. What's he come for?

My heart leaps to my throat when I recognize my brave. His face is
painted green while his arms and legs are adorned with braided vines.
Upon reaching the fort's gate, he leaps off his white horse and gathers
up the heap of skins from off its back. He enters the fort with his
eyes ever upon me. I peer into those black depths and feel such an
intensity from him. With his face painted up and filled with such
longing for me, I have to look away in embarrassment. How is it that he
can want me so? Chills run down my spine. He greets us with the raising
of his hand. Then he starts talking to us in Indian. Many rushed words.

Mr. Sinare shouts for someone to fetch Mr. Catlin and an interpreter.
I don't think that this Indian has come to be painted though. What does
he mean to trade for? In the brave's piercing eyes, I get a notion that
has me gasping out loud. The old soldier senses my uneasiness and places
his arm protectively about my shoulders.

The brave drops his valuable skins at Mr. Sinare's feet. He gestures
many things while speaking strong words neither of us understand. He
points repeatedly at me and at his buffalo skins. The soldier stoops
down to examine them. At least a half dozen buffalo skins lie in the
dirt here.

The brave places an open hand over his heart while staring at me. I
reply by placing a hand over my left breast and return his smile. He's
satisfied by my gesture.

The brave steps closer to grip my shoulders with his strong hands. I
tremble all over as I suspect the reason for his visit. There are
stories that I've heard about Indian warriors buying their squaws.

"Christopher, get away from him!" shouts Mr. Sinare. "If I didn't
knowed any better, I'd say this savage means to trade these here skins
for you boy... and you wouldn't want to go off with him!"

I glance at Mr. Sinare while thinking over his words. It does appear
that the brave intends to trade for me. But what does he want me for?
Am I to be his son or some kind of slave he'll use for his manly
pleasures? I don't even know his Indian language to ask him! Fear rises
in my breast for a shameful moment until the brave's green face reveals
his heart.

"Kris..."

The brave knows my name? I get the strangest feeling from him, like
he knows about my fear and wants to assure me of his good intentions.
I'm not gonna be used badly by him. He wants me the same way I want him.
For love. The longing in his eyes tells me so!

"What are you doing, Chris?!" shouts Mr. Sinare. (He watches in
horror as the boy runs out the gate with the savage. He calls out an
alarm. The two mount up and gallop away while at his feet lie the six
buffalo hides which remind him with a sickening feeling that the
lieutenant is not going to be too pleased with the Indian's trade.)

I hear the guard's shouts but ignore them as I mount up behind the
brave. He kicks his horse into a gallop. My arms rush around him to
hold on for dear life. The wind whips through my hair. He follows a
path along the river while I turn to look for pursuit. None yet. The
fort can, at most, muster up twenty mounted men. I know they will come
because of Major Brinshalt but I'm with an Indian brave who surely
knows these lands well enough to hide us. I hope there's no ambush
waiting for those good men who'll follow.

I keep my tight hold around the brave to keep us as one. The horse's
swift gallop bounces us up and down. My hands grip the man's bare chest
and it thrills me to be touching him. More so because of what I've done.
I can't believe that I've run off with a wild Indian!

After miles of hard riding, the brave slows his horse. He turns to
look past me with his dark seeking eyes. I peer into those depths. His
determination to have me takes hold of my heart while butterflies are
dancing in my stomach. This Indian fills me with excitement. Such daring
and freedom! I'm still in awe that he came for me at the fort.

The brave's fierceness subsides. Those deep lines of tension that
I'd seen earlier on his face are fading. I don't have to turn around to
know that we've not been pursued. He looks at me with the joy of what
we've done. To be together. My bright smile speaks for me. He nods in
reply. My arms fling around him when he gets his horse galloping again.

I scoot closer to the brave. My groin presses against his naked butt.
It's giving me an erection. With each of the horse's strides, my dick
presses into his cheeks. I begin to feel the pleasure from our rubbing
bodies. Only my pants prevents me from sticking in. The brave realizes
what I'm doing and pulls on his horse to a stop. He turns to me and
with a sweeping hand gesture, commands me to end my naughty thrusts.

I drop my eyes in shame. The brave surprises me when he rubs over
his butt. His brown cheeks open when he leans forward, his hand lifting
the rear thong from his asshole. My eyes take in a thrilling peek of
his brown puckered hole. Such a naughty thing for me to be looking into
his butt! The brave nods his head at me for some reason then turns to
resume our escape. I cling to his slim body bouncing over the horse's
back. My thoughts turn deep when remembering something the trader had
told me about braves lusting for each other...

"Them Indian bucks perform sex rites with each other," explained Mr.
Telson. "Among the Blackfoot, men who cross dress are allowed to marry.
They make love in a way similar to mounting a squaw but from behind."

I had asked Mr. Telson how that's done. It seemed to me that the man
was maybe wanting to try that with me. Yet he declined, saying it was too
savage an act to perform on 'a kid.' I pressed him to at least describe
what the Indian braves did with each other. He would only say that a man
lays over his lover's butt and seed him there. He'd never tried Indian
love and wasn't about to do it with me.

How do Indian braves make love with each other? As the man lays over
his lover's back, does he slide his cock back and forth through the man's
cheeks? The trader said that his sperm would 'enter his lover.' Where?
My eyes recall what I've seen deep inside the brave's opening butt.

I'm taken from my thoughts when the Indian turns his horse for the
river. I look across and prepare for our wet entry. At the last instant,
the brave changes his mind by galloping towards the forest instead. He
stops just inside the trees and leaps off to fetch a branch. His bright
eyes come to me for a moment then he goes to brush our revealing tracks
away. I smile at the deception that he'll be creating. The fort soldiers
will think we've crossed over to the other side.

I dismount his horse and tie the fallen reins to a tree. My shaken
body fills with a familiar aching. I untie my crotch to free my long
member to urinate. Its yellow stream flows from me to a gnarled tree
root. Relief fills me.

When I'm finished, I rub over my dick to make it stiffen. Neat
sensations dart through me with its rising. I release the straps about
my shoulders. My pants drop down to my feet. With my right hand, I
reach back to rub over my butt. I'm often doing that when beating off.
It reminds me of touching butts with Mr. Telson in bed.

I sure need it bad. It's been a full day since last I've squirted
from my dick. I usually have it come out in the morning and twice at
night. My blanket has been sure smelling sweet lately! But after the
brave handled my erection and that new soldier gave me such a scare
last night, I lost my desire.

I'm free now. Free to do as I please and try a new way of life. I've
heard that Indian boys are often playing naked games to test their
manhood. Soldiers manning the fort walls have witnessed it. Mr. Sinare
once told me that he dropped a bucket of water over some disgusting
Indian youths to end their naked contest. How I wish to have seen them
boys beating off myself!

While facing a tree, I pull on my dick with a quickening rhythm. My
right hand rubs over the softness of my butt. A notion hits me. I stick
a finger through my cheeks and press onto my hole. That's what the brave
had done to me. The strange sensation gets me to the quickening part. I
hold breaths. That always helps get my sperm to come out quick.

I imagine something exciting. I'm sitting behind the Indian brave on
his horse when he bends over to show me his asshole. My pants come down
to free my long dick. I stick it between his brown cheeks and thrust!

Footsteps from behind startle me from my pleasure. I let go of my
dick, turning to face him in embarrassment. The brave stares at me with
his painted green face while mine glares blood red. He eyes my erection
and the hand resting beside it. My naughty act makes him grin.

Things happen quickly. The brave steps in front of me, his warm back
brushing against my chest. He loosens his rear thong to become butt
naked before me. My eyes widen at what he seems to be offering. Does he
really want my dick to thrust through his cheeks as I've imagined?

The brave spits to his hand and fingers his butt hole. I watch him
wet it a few times. He even pushes a finger inside! He then backs onto
my erection. It slips through his sweaty cheeks guided by his hand. A
sharp thrill comes from my knob. It's pushing through a tight slimy
place in his butt. I realize then how Indian love is performed. This
brave wants me 'inside' his asshole!

My eyes grow wide from that revelation. The brave wants to be
mounted like a squaw but I've never fucked anyone before. No woman or
girl ever interested me let alone gave me the opportunity. This Indian
man wants me to 'rape' him. I don't know if I can get myself to perform
in a man's way like he wants.

A warmth swallows me. I slip deeper into the man's anal tightness
wondering how far my dick can go. When my balls press against his brown
cheeks, I realize that are bodies have become one. He leads my hands to
his hips. My butt gets pulled on. No doubt remains that this man wants
me to 'take him'.

I push on his brown hips and feel my dick slipping out. His butt hole
clamps around my dick not wanting to let it go. My thrust into his asshole
yields to my penetration. My balls slap against his cheeks. Pulling from
his butt again, I feel tremendous thrills building up in my dick. Such
a lusty thing this Indian brave is allowing me to do to him!

I begin a rhythm inside his tight butt. A smile comes to my face for
performing like those lusty Indian braves Mr. Telson has told me about.
That man had been too shy to try it with me. Perhaps he didn't want his
butt taken. My hole would have been too small for his big cock. This
Indian has an experienced butt. He's taken my all.

I gasp when the hands gripping my backside pull on me hard. My dick
is forced deeper inside the brave's asshole. He even wiggles his butt
to enhance my thrills. I keep my pace slow so as to not hurt him any.
I'm amazed that my dick can fit into the man's rear entrance. Though I'm
only a boy, mine is big for my age.

The brave's strong hands urge me to fuck him hard. I'm stabbing into
his butt as quick as I can! When I pull out, his hands pull me back
inside him again. I swing my hips until my pace is frenzied. Tremendous
thrills in my dick come from this new way of making love. Breaths race
through my mouth. I close my eyes when it becomes too intense.

I'm startled by the brave's high pitched wails. He cries out with
each of my deeper thrusts. I know that it's not from him feeling pain.
My dick makes him feel good in a womanly kind of way. A sense of pride
fills me for taking this wild Indian in the butt. He really wants me to
rape him good!

I pull his hands off my rear end. Free of their guidance, I stab
faster through his hole. Such intense sensations surge through my dick.
The brave leans over his horse and wails out more loudly. My body
presses onto his sweaty body. My dick in his butt hole makes us as one.
He's given himself to me like a squaw yet this is a man I'm making love
to. I'm thinking he's doing this to win my heart. I've already given it
to him at the fort.

Ahhh! I'm close to fulfilling myself as a man. My balls tingle in
warning, dick buried deep inside his ass when I squirt. Strongly! My loud
cry announces to the whole forest how much I love this Indian brave! I
keep stabbing through his butt hole until all my seed is given. Such
intense thrills! Even when my loins have no more to give, I keep pushing
through his hot slimy hole. It feels good to be in his body with my slow,
ending thrusts.

I cling to his sweaty back and rest. Awe fills me. We've made love.
Well... I've expressed what's in my heart for him by this manly act but
how about him? Does he expect to get his turn in my ass? That concerns
me. Is it gonna hurt a lot? Yet I'd be willing to take my turn playing
the squaw for him since he's a man with sexual needs of his own. That's
how Indian braves mate with each other. He doesn't think of me as just a
boy. I'm a man because of him.

Breaths rush through my mouth. He waits for my heated body to calm
down while leaning over his horse. I watch his long hair dance about
his shoulders as beads of sweat run down his back to the soft butt I'm
connected to. It's a strange feeling to know that my sperm is inside
him.

I pull from his body with a sticky strand of my cum connecting us.
It breaks and falls onto his brown cheeks. Strange how I never thought
to fuck a man's butt before. The act is similar to what I've heard
about how a man sticks into a woman's front opening in their act of
making love.

The brave turns to me with his painted face. I peer into his dark
eyes to read him. Is he angry for having played the 'squaw' for me?
Maybe my dick had hurt him. When the Indian gives me a proud grin, I
let out a sigh of relief. He reaches back for his butt and rubs it.

"Did it hurt?" I meekly ask. The brave shakes his head from not
understanding what I've asked him. He notices my eyes on his fucked
butt. Turning from me, the man bends over while spreading his legs. He
points between his opening cheeks. My face burns at his gesture but I
drop to my haunches for a look. He 'winks' his asshole for me. My sperm
is leaking down from it to run along his brown sac of balls that are
filled with seed to give me. How will he want to do that?

When the brave stands erect and turns to me, I offer him a hug. He
comes into my arms with a meeting of chest against chest. Love bursts
in my heart to finally be holding him! He's much more than a special
friend but someone I want to love. I see that same hope reflected in
his face.

His hand comes up to my hair. The Indian pulls on my length and I
hear him sniff it. My giggles are answered by his blank stare. I become
silent when his hand touches my face. He strokes over both of my
freckled cheeks. He's showing his love for me. I close my eyes from the
deep feelings inside me. His gentle caress makes me feel good.

A rustling sound startles me. I open my eyes to find him unwrapping
a braided green vine from around his left arm. Tenderly, he wraps it
around my arm. He then rubs off some of his green face paint. Bringing
those greasy fingers to my face, the brave draws green lines across my
cheeks. His eyes inspect my new face. I feel bound to him in some
Indian way.

The brave drops his front breechclout flap to our feet. My eyes run
down his lean body to what I've been waiting to see. This savage has a
beautiful manhood. Sticking towards me is a long and thickly skinned
cock. Popped out from the shaft is a moist brown head. It's oozing with
excitement. On his groin he bears dark manly hair, and although I'm
only a boy, I have some on my groin but I don't have a thick skin
around my dick. Indians don't have their foreskins cut off at birth. Does
keeping that extra skin around your dick enhance the pleasure of beating
off and making love?

He turns from me. I look down at his cute butt with a sigh. Small and
lean for his age, I reach down to caress its sweaty softness. His cheeks
begin humping in my hands. He doesn't mean for me to fuck him again now
does he?

The Indian mutters a few words and steps from the reach of my hands.
He keeps his back to me. With a turned head, the man gestures at his
backside with his eyes. I shake my head from not understanding what he
wants. He replies by slapping over his butt. When I slap him there, he
slowly shakes his head.

The brave turns to me. He steps past to stand at my back. Again, he
slaps his butt with both hands. I slap my butt and feel his hands grab
my wrists. He pulls me onto his warm body and sighs.

Deep sensations fill my stomach as we hold each other back to back.
The brave starts rubbing his butt over mine. I'm reminded of the
trader's first night with me in bed. We had rubbed butts as he pulled
over his cock. Is this Indian wanting to stand and do that? Yet we're
still holding hands. Maybe he wants to get real excited before pulling
on himself.

The brave begins a rhythm of butt humping while singing me a sweet
song. Though I don't understand his words, I feel that it's about the
love he promises to give. Tears come to my eyes from hearing his heart.

I rub my long hair against his and hear his voice breaking up. The
man's grip around my hands is fierce. Yet his mighty body is trembling
like a fawn's against me when he finishes his love song. This is a
tender moment for us both.

My hands are let go of. The brave steps away, leaving my backside
feeling chilled without his warmth there. I turn around to face him.
The man offers me an embrace which I rush into with my arms wrapping
around his slim body. His hands reach low on my body. When I feel him
thrust over my groin, I realize that he wants to ride my loins as I had
done with the trader. I keep our embrace tight to the Indian's need for
release. It's better to make love this way when facing each other. I'm
also spared from getting my butt hurt. His cock is big!

The brave digs fingers into my backside as he drives himself over my
dick. I feel his breaths on my neck and wonder why he doesn't kiss me
there. Even the trader wasn't too shy for that.

I clutch my companion's shoulders when he becomes frantic with his
love making. Heated breaths blow through my hair. His rubbing below
finds a rhythm and slows to long fleshy strokes. My groin hair crunches
against his. I feel my dick getting hard.

This is what I've longed for when first meeting this Indian brave.
To embrace him and make love to each other in a gentle way. Being in
his butt felt good but it didn't include him in the loving. The man
only stood there with his back to me as I fucked him. Our embrace now
is the proper way of expressing love. I'm satisfying his need that I
hope will go beyond him releasing to me. I want this man as my special
friend, my lover, and to teach me his Indian ways. The trader only saw
me as a willing bed partner.

A sweet aching fills my heart. I know that I've found that one man
to love. His warmth around me and his gestures of love have proven it.
I feel completed by this Blackfoot Indian brave. A young man that I'm
falling madly in love with. He's handsome! And so sexy...

I cry out when my dick squirts unexpectedly. The intense feelings
has me losing sight for a moment. Breaths race through my mouth. I'm
held tight in the brave's arms while he races towards his release. My
butt cheeks are hurt by him digging his nails into them. I don't care.
He's sure in need to spill his loins against me.

The man stabs against my slippery dick and with only a sharp exhale,
announces that's he's cumming. I feel his warm squirts to our bellies.
He clings to me while enjoying male relief. We both are.

A smile comes to my lips from my accomplishment: to coax seed from
a wild Indian. I'm deeply satisfied by our love making and thrilling
sex. He's only the second man that I've ever been with.

The brave peers at me with a weary grin. I give him a nice smile.
When his hands loosen from my butt, we look down at our wet bellies.
The sharp scent from our love making fills my nose. Our oozing dicks
are pressed together in a hug of their own. The sperm we've squirted on
each other is mingling. Like our hearts.

I'm feeling chilled when the brave pulls from my arms. He offers his
right hand which I take, leading me to a bed of soft moss for us to lay
over. The man rests at my side. In his dark eyes, I see the joy he's
feeling for having me as a lover. I'm very happy too!

The Indian grips my shoulder and stares deep into my eyes. I peer back
shyly, in awe that he's stolen me from the fort to be with him. I'm only
now just realizing what that means. We're on the run. Soldiers are likely
searching for us to 'save me' from the clutches of this savage. It's too
late. I've been ravaged by him and worse, he's taken my heart. There's no
going back to my own people. I'm without any kin. I want to go live with
this brave's people, ever at his side. As lovers.

"Are you taking me to your tribe?" I ask. The Indian shrugs his
shoulders. "Tipis." My hands form their triangular shape. He points to
his lips and shakes his head. Pointing to his eyes, he smiles. I get his
meaning. Since we can't understand each other's words, we're to let our
hearts speak to each other through facial expressions and our eyes.

My eyes are burning with the love that I'm feeling for him! An
intense expression fills his face like he's gonna cry or something. He
buries his face in my neck. I feel his breaths there. My left arm wraps
around him in a close embrace. The warmth of his body against mine is
wonderful. This Indian man is mine. I've won his heart. He didn't need
to tell me that in words because the longing in his face and gestures
of bonding have proven it. He fulfills me beyond the physical stuff.
Unlike Mr. Telson, my Indian brave won't shove me aside after his dick
has been satisfied. We're mated beyond the needs of our loins. I'm his
boy. He's a man who'll teach me his Indian ways so that my spirit will
become as free as his. One day, I'll become a Blackfoot brave like him.

My Indian lover squeezes me in his strong arms. His lips suck on the
softness of my neck. A thrill goes through me. I want his deep kiss
there that feels so good. I cry out when feeling his deep bite instead!
I push on his chest with fear; his strong arms slowly yield for my need
to escape. I get up and stand over him. My fingers find his bite mark
and reveal the blood that he's drawn. I glare down at him.

The brave rises before me. He gently grips my hands to try easing my
fear. When his dark eyes study my wound, I allow him to approach. I gasp
at feeling his wet mouth suck the blood from my hurt. I tremble against
him though I'm glad that he's caring for me. He seems truly sorry for
what he's done. I've forgiven his mean act done in the moment of passion.

The man searches the forest floor for something. My eyes drop to his
cute ass as it stretches this way and that. He's still wearing a thong
around his waist that accents his rear nudity. What does he look for on
the ground?

His hand pulls on something from the dirt. He brings it to my neck.
From its green color, I realize that it's moss. An unexpected wetness
comes to my wound so I flinch, calming myself in his light hold of my
arm. The brave is sucking my wound of blood before applying the moss.

A crumbly coolness next touches my bite. The Indian staunches my
blood's flow while his other hand caresses my face. He gives me a shy
grin that's full of regret. I've already forgiven him.

I smile back and rub over his shoulder. Relief fills his painted
face. I have to remember that my brave is a wild savage with strange
ways and customs. His free spirit is what I like about him.

I also admire his Indian form. He's brown, smooth skinned and slim
though strength shows in his arm and leg muscles. Beyond having an
attractive body, I sense a real person in him. He's a caring young man
who also wants me beyond lust. I hope that ours will become a deep love.

We stand close together while peering down at the wet result from
making love earlier. Sperm runs thickly down our bellies. When his dark
eyes look into mine, I reveal the love that I have for him. My brave
wraps an arm around my waist. I cling to his warmth. This moment with
him is so wonderful that I wish it would last forever!

The sound of approaching horses shatters the stillness of our world.
It must be the fort soldiers racing to find us! The brave looks to me
with fear and great anger. He sees how silly it was for us to be making
love so close to the river.

While he runs to fetch his horse, I pick up his breechclout and my
pants. I watch his fluid form mount up with ease. His nakedness is
beautiful to watch. I run to him and take his offered hand to get me up
behind him. The clothes are tossed into a sack since we've no time to
don them. I wonder if we'll escape?

The brave kicks his horse to a swift trot. We fly deeper into the
woods. When I become unbalanced, I rush my arms around his slim body. I
feel safe from his warmth. Hope fills me that the soldiers will pass us
by. The river deception he created by brushing away our return tracks
to the woods should buy us enough time.

The trees fly past as my brave takes to a deer path. His soft butt
presses against my groin with each stride the horse takes. I'm reminded
that my sperm lies deep within him. Performing Indian love had put it
in there.

When the branches scrape against my bare skin, I huddle closer to my
brave for protection. The trees press in on us. I realize that they'll
hide our retreat. I become less frightened. Happiness fills my heart
instead. Not even the trader had stirred such deep feelings in me as
this Indian brave.

Our hard riding ends. We haven't put that much distance between us
and the soldiers but this forest is dense. He is an Indian who knows
how best to hide us.

My tight arms get pushed from his waist. The brave turns to look past
me for pursuit. I hear only the silence of the forest. He leaps off the
horse to examine its foreleg. Deep worry is seen on his painted face.
It's an expression I've not seen from my fierce friend so I too become
worried for his horse and what that could mean for us. I dismount to be
at his side.

A deep cut on the horse's leg is causing it to bleed. I turn from
the brave to search the trees for moss. Some grows along an exposed
tree root. I dig into its thickness and pull some free with a crunching
sound. He takes it gladly from my hands and presses it against the
bleeding wound. The horse shudders at the contact of nature's medicine
on its hurt. I hear the brave speak soft words to calm it.

He urgently points out the brown sack to me. I fetch it from his
horse and find within it our clothing. He grabs my long pants and cuts
off a leg with his knife. After cutting along the seam, he places moss
into its fold and ties it around the horse's leg for a bandage.

I look at the remains of my overalls and vow to go naked than to
wear it again. It's not that the pants wouldn't cover me; only my right
leg would remain bare. I want to turn from my old life and start fresh
as an 'Indian' boy. I'm sure that I'll be given a breechclout to wear.

The brave removes his weapons and a sweaty blanket from the horse.
This he flings over some low branches to dry. As he looks around at the
forest, I step up to him with a grin. He nods his head in agreement that
we won't be bothered by the fort's men for some time.

The man's longing filled eyes drop from mine to study my nakedness.
Is he satisfied by the way my body looks? It's so pale compared to his.
My dick doesn't match his size but that's because I'm still a boy. I'll
grow into manhood in a few years like him. How old is he? Maybe eighteen.
I can't really tell because Indians look different from us white folks.

When the brave offers me his arms, I rush to embrace him. Oh, how good
it feels to be holding him! He rubs my back. I press my face onto his
sweaty breast and smell him. The scent of his male exertion enflames me!
My dick begins to rise.

The brave's hands drop down my back. He fondles my butt cheeks with
a trembling breath. I lower my hands down his sweaty back to feel over
his humps. Though he's older than me, his rear end is smaller than mine
but more muscular. His cheeks have a nice shape outlined within my palms.
Indians have great bodies from having to hunt for their meat and riding
horses all the time.

I'm feeling the man's fingers inside my butt crack. He presses on my
hole while looking me straight in the eye. I grimace, gritting my teeth
at the pain. He's stuck a finger inside me! It pulls out much to my
relief. He brings that finger to his nose for a sniff. How his eyes burn!
I'm shaking my head at his desire to fuck me.

I'm not ready to give that part of myself yet. He's got an experienced
ass but mine hasn't ever been penetrated. At least not by a cock. I try
coming up with words to explain that when realizing he don't know English.
I owe him this pleasure for having taken his butt.

The Indian steps behind me. He directs his cock through my cheeks but
I tighten them so he won't stick into my hole. His hand pushes on my back
to get me bending over. I stand up tall.

With a disappointing sigh, the Indian brave turns from me to check on
his horse. He avoids my seeking eyes. Does he think I won't let him make
love to me the way he wants? It's just that I don't want him to take me
in the woods. We're still on the run from those soldiers. I'll give
myself completely to him when we're in his tipi. No eyes could spy on
what we'll do together in there.

I go to the brave's side and timidly grasp his shoulder. He continues
to examine the horse's wound while ignoring me. Is he very disappointed
that I didn't let him fuck me? I'll let him but not now, not here. If
only I knew some Indian to tell him that!

While staring at the brave's sun darkened body, I come up with an idea
on how to get his attention. I turn around and aim my butt over his. They
meet with a sweaty warmth, pale skin on dark. His butt tenses up when I
hump myself against him. When his hands reach for mine, I know that my
plan has worked.

He humps against me for a moment then releases my hands to face me.
I turn to him with a sly grin. Yet my hope is shattered when I see his
face plain and without emotion. He probably thinks that I'm not willing
to give every part of myself to him. My eyes drop to his swollen cock.
He's in need to perform as a man but we can do that without hurting my
butt. I give the brave my gesture of love by opening my hand over his
left breast. That was his Indian way of showing his feelings for me at
the fort. I peer into his eyes and become afraid. He still seems angry
and unwilling to be moved.

I launch my arms around the man's warmth. My hands rub over his back
while my mouth roams along his chin. He gasps from my efforts to take
him back as my lover. I show him my greatest hope when I reach up for his
lips. He's badly startled when I press my mouth onto his. Strong arms
push me away. His face reveals much surprise and there's anger in his
eyes by my bold act. My eyes drop to his feet in defeat. I've been
rejected by a man again.

My pained nose signals the rising of tears. I let them fall. I glare
at the brave's feet and cry. Painful memories return to me. The trader
had pushed me away as does this Indian. How is it that my dearest act to
express love can be so wrong? Men kiss women that they're in love with.
Why can't a boy kiss the man that he loves?

I turn away from the brave so he won't see my weak display. Mr. Catlin
has told me that crying is frowned upon by the Indians but I can't help
myself. I'm just a dumb white boy. I feel wretched for trying for the
love that this brave hides from me. I know that he cares for me beyond
the lust in his loins. Didn't he stop from raping my butt just now?

A hand lifts my chin up followed by a warmth upon my lips. It startles
me for a moment. The brave is kissing me back? I suck on his calm mouth
and feel it respond to me after a moment. His first kiss seems unsure
of how it's done. When the surprise in his eyes grow, I realize that he
hasn't kissed before. Maybe his earlier rejection was from being
startled than from disgust. I know the trader had felt that after I'd
kissed him.

PETER PAN AND ME

Flying over the fire, I let loose with a yelp Peter would have been proud
of and the elephant I was on, Tantor, let loose with a spray of water
that doused the fire that would have killed the Indian women running
right for it. We saved their lives and on the other side, Sole was having
Dumbo do the same thing over the other Indian camp. Clinging to my ear
was the fairy boy, exhausted from expending so much energy and fairy
dust. He tingled and I knew that meant danger, at least it did to Peter
when the fairies were on him. "Sole, follow me, boy--ohh! The Lost Boys
are in danger, boy!"

"But Chase, we're both out of water!" Sole called but I just laughed,
Peter-like.

"We can't fly with the babies on us!" Landen said, "They'll think we are
trying to take them again!"

"We're...." Aoi pushed the fat baby boy on his back to one side, trying
to get him off and not succeeding; and getting a second carry on in the
form of a smaller leaner child who started to cling to his shoulder on
the other side to from the fat baby boy. He lost grip so he began to put
his hands over Aoi's eyes. "We're..." Aoi brushed one hand out of his
face, "We're...not trying to take them and we can't make them understand
us without Peter's translation ability extended to us!"

"They don't know any of that! They think we're trying to take their
kids!" Pare said, trying to walk with two little native girls clinging
to each leg and then sitting at his feet, around them. "N' besides, we
can't fly with so many of them on us!" He had three more behind him,
touching his butt and trying to find out what he was made of.

"I don't think they've ever seen a white person before!" Rollin said as
five boys nearly tackled him, playfully. He could barely stand up.

The Indian braves, outnumbered them on both sides and were moving up on
them, knives raised, spears ready, and tomahawks cocked. They were mere
feet away when something blocked out the sun. "Geronimo!" I yelled and
whooped as the elephant swooped out of the sky. Then the Indians that
were so close to the Lost Boys, seemed to get blotted out by something
big and black and ....and smelly. "Okay Lost Boys, be men and rid
yourselves of those babies!"

"What? Kill them?" Landen asked.

"Kill children? Never! Get them off you!"

"What is that stuff?" Landen asked.

More of it fell, from Sole's Dumbo and my Tantor. Aoi's freed eyebrows
rose up, "Crap."

"Crap?" Je'ne asked, putting his children aside.

"Crap!" Rollin laughed, getting out from under a sea of native children.

"Holy shit!" Pare snipped as more elephant turd rained on nasty native
boys and men, weapons sticking out of brown waste soon enough. Some
seemed to have been killed by it, but most got free.

"What a shitty day!" Rico said as he flew upward. The other boys
followed him in kind. The Indian women were on the scene soon enough and
scooped up their babies but when their men folk came toward them, they
ran away screaming and holding their noses, babies and children in arms
and or their hands, in similar flight. For the males were brown and
smelly. They looked like monsters of mud and smelled like demons from
hell. Which reminds me...

Seth was kicking at a small creature. The thing had a large round head, a
tiny set of arms and legs and spikes on its forehead and back of head. It
looked a lot like the evil little midget monster from POKEMON named Mew.
"You gnome! You devil! You are crap!"

"No, they are," it signaled to Seth and covered its head, "I got you to
the Underground House! You know you can't kill them directly, they're
fully human beings and you are not! They won't allow you to do it and it
will let them know where you are and you don't want that cause they are
stronger than you are!"

"Go back to hell!" Seth yelled and the thing vanished in flames. Flying
overhead, Jennie was watching him.

The Lost Boys met in the forest where Chase landed with Sole, elephant
next to elephant. All relieved, the elephants in a different way from the
boys. The boys were all laughing. I watched them with my arms folded,
sitting on Dumbo's foot. He kicked me off and I laughed, then rolled over
onto my side to watch the boys. Rollin laughed and faked a punch to
Rico's stomach, "Oh boy, am I pooped!"

"No the injuns are!" Rico laughed.

Bo, Bailey, and Barry were wrestling. Bailey winning. Barry gasped, "That
took it all out of me!"

"And the elephants!" Bailey laughed.

I laid on the grass on my right side, head on hand, elbow on grass, one
leg bent, feet on grass, feeling happy for the first time since Peter
moved on. I felt very Peter-like.

"Did you know?" I began from my laying around state, "...that a man in
India once died when he gave an elephant an enema..." Dumbo and Tantor
were uncomfortable with this and trumpeted. "Oh calm down," I smiled, and
waved them off, "He put it in and then it all rushed out and knocked him
down, right in the face and covered him completely."

Barry asked, "What's the scoop? You think some of them injun boys are
dead?"

I shrugged. "I hope not but I couldn't let em slay you guys."

Rico laughed, "It's an Inj-Enema." That joke was almost worthy of
Peter.

Landen asked, "Did you think the children will be okay?"

"Will you stop!" I yelled, "I wanna just smack you." I rose up on my
torso.

Landen had puppy dog sad eyes and he backed off. I had never yelled at
him like this, if at all. I didn't yell a lot at the boys. And I never
hit them.

"I told you, the kids were not harmed. You were there yourself, you saw
them okay. They're allright. Their mothers..." I almost spat the word as
Peter might, for he said he hated mothers. Did I? "...whom I saved..."

"And me," chimed in Sole.

"...will be along to collect them. At worst, only a few were killed by
the poop."

"What a shitty way to die," Pare laughed.

Something nagged at the back of my mind, "Say, say, where's..." What's
his name? My, I was getting like Peter. "What's his name? Jennie?" I
was still sitting down but sitting upward more now, rather than laying.

I had this image of Jennie dead in the forest with a knife sticking out
of his belly button....the same way...well, like Peter. Except Peter
had a sword stab him down and the sword was no where to be found. Maybe
it was an Indian and one of the ones that just died.

"Snap out of it!" I told myself. I wasn't Peter. Sure, he was in me but
I wasn't him. I was me. Chase. I jumped up, worried, "Let's go find him!"

Jennie landed in front of Seth and stared at him. Seth whirled on him,
"You. Don't think you can do anything against me, do you?" Jennie
stared. Seth's angry face broke and broke into a worried look, "Do you?
Are you the one with the power?" Jennie shook his head no. "Then what?"
He looked as he walked toward Jennie, "What good are you?" Seth's
nails grew long and sharp on both hands and he fingered them with each
other and brought his hands close together. Jennie's eyes widened in
shock and terror but then dropped that visage. Jennie let a tear fall
from his left eye. Then his right. Seth, moving at him, fangs dripping,
stopped and turned human looking again, sad eyes of his own. "You...what?
Feel....feel for me?" Jennie shook his head yes. "No, no, no! No,
don't! Don't feel for me, it's...." Seth turned away and then smiled
his evil smile. His eyes turned red and a knife appeared in his hand,
"Go! Get away from me!" Jennie moved over to Seth and put a hand on
Seth's bare lower back and his head to Seth's spine. He cried tears.
"Stop it! You foolish boy! I will kill you!" But Seth didn't mean it. In
fact, he ran off. Ran from the little boy. He ran far and fast and while
he wanted to sprout wings to fly to get away as fast as could, for some
reason, he could not. He ran and ran and ran and tripped over a log. Then
as he plied himself off the ground, arms down, hands flat, he looked up,
tears in his eyes and saw something horrid. There were cloven hoofed feet
in front of him. "Father?!"

The Lost boys and I landed near Jennie who turned and gave us his
infectious innocent smile.

For a moment I thought I heard him telepathically in my head say,
"Peter?"

"Are you allright?" Jennie telepathically sent to us that he was.
"Good," I went to him and hugged him, "I know you Lost Boys want some
solo adventures but the ...the Neverland isn't really safe. We know that
and now that Peter's dead...moved on..." I corrected myself, "No one
really dies. Now that he's moved, there's really on safe place at all in
Never land. Not for me. For us." I put a hand around his back, "Let's
go home now and read some stories..."

For days after, the Indian tribes recovered. Rebuilt. Then fought each
other. Almost two months had gone by since Peter moved on. I had to
really believe he was gone for good now. All hope for his return was
almost gone. I cried every night still and in my dreams I felt someone
evil. I was having the dreams Peter had when he was here or so I thought.
I thought I was Peter sometimes. There was no one there to comfort me in
my dream states, the way I had comforted Peter. No ghosts came. Not even
Wendy. I didn't understand the lack of feeling I had and the lack of
spiritual support.

Indians lay in wait on either side of us one day as all of us walked
along a path playing, "Who can not fly today." The game was this: the
first one to fly lost the game. As we walked on the path, a sort of
yellow hay road, we all knew, thanks to my keen eyes, that Indians were
there in the forestry, on their bellies, each from the other tribe, lying
in waiting for their foes. We walked in between them, they didn't dare
attack us. I gave each side a look of challenge to do that. I made my
eyes wide with madness and blood thirst. These indians were not cowards
but they would not challenge the look of Pan, that I learned from him. We
walked among a near war unstopped. The boys shrugged. Rollin did a strut,
I wondered if it was to entice the gays among them or to show off. I
didn't care which as long as not a hair of head (or anywhere else) would
be harmed. After we passed and chatted about the weather, we heard the
Indian males clash into each other, body to body, fighting.

Death sounds were heard too. Slashing, stabbing, killing, slit throats,
opened bellies, hanging intestines. Butchered genitals, even scalping
which they learned from white men. I could tell which sound was which
even if the boys didn't. I stopped when Seth appeared in front of us, his
eyes red, literally. "What do you want?" I had grown to dislike him even
more than the Lost Boys disliked him.

"I'm here to give you information." He came forward.

"Tell it to your momma," I said, "We're busy."

"It's about that...." Seth nodded to the bloody battle.

"Nice isn't it?" I smiled, "The sound of death."

Seth shrugged, non commital, "I...they think...they don't think you did
that. The fires." He saw I didn't know what he meant at first and
didn't care after I did realize what he meant. "They think each other did
it."

The sound of a tomahawk against a young skull.

"I don't care," I said. Then I puffed, "Boys, game over, we all win."
The boys cheered.

Je'ne smiled at me and slapped my back, "Peter never let us win. Not all
of us. It was always him."

I nodded, "I'm not Peter." The boys flew off. "They flew first," I
said to Seth, "...so that means...I win."

I heard a death gurgle from an Indian.

"Are you...are you allright?" Seth asked me.

A stomach opened by a knife.

"Yes," I said, "I have to go on...for...for them. And for Neverland."

Another death cry. A victory whoop.

"Why don't you just leave?"

A hard moaning, lingering death.

"Leave?"

Ripping rib cage.

"You can." Seth moved toward me closer. I stepped back. His eyes were
normal color again. I didn't notice it then. "I can't. You can fly! You
can fly!!!! Fly! If you can, you can get word back to the mainland that
I'm here..." His fast talking stopped to a slow motion, "....you...you
do...want to help me, don't you?"

A skull opened by a tomahawk.

"I...I don't know what it is you want?"

Someone was just stabbed with a spear in their belly. I knew the sounds
that made and the type of yell produced.

"Go to Venice, that's the place...Italy...I lived there even though I'm
not from there."

"Italy?" The real world seemed so distant to me now. "Lotta water. No
Mermen, or merboys or mermaids."

More victory cries. "Apaches won this round," I said coolly, "Sounds
like," I added even more coldly.

Ignoring the fight, Seth nodded, "That's right. Go there, help me."

"I can't leave the boys and I won't take them. They won't all make it
without Peter's help. And I'm not even sure I would. Besides now is not a
good time to go with the Indian tribes both on the warpath."

"I can watch out of the boys or the Indians and maybe....well, look,
just....I'll let you think about it then."

"Okay, Seth I will think about it. But to fly there is very far, I'm not
even sure I can fly there."

Seth nodded to me, "Maybe if you had the right incentive?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you had to leave, maybe you would be able to find the power."

"Maybe. I've learned," I picked a flower off a tree that was hanging
overhead. The Indian battle seemed over and both sides split, with only a
few left alive. Moaning. Dying. Hurting. Blood. "I've learned that we can
do a lot if we have to. We can put up with a lot if we have to. I miss
him so terribly. So terribly..." My voice cracked.

Seth put a hand on my shoulder and he said...and now I can look back and
say that most of what Seth did and said was for a dual reason and only
that. But in his voice this time, I heard something sincere, something
that made me trust him again, something that made me want to help him. "I
know exactly how..." His voice broke into fear and sadness and cracked
too, "How you feel, I'm so sorry Peter's gone...you lov..."

"Yes I still do," I said and turned to him. He hugged me. Behind my back
he put both hands together and when his fingers met his fingers, a spark
flew between them.

A fire started. The mountainsides were on fire. The fires spread. The
volcano erupted. Lava shot out. The ground shook. Smoke flew up. In the
underground house, the boys fell. Mermaids shook. Fires sprang up out of
cracks in the ground. Trees burst into flame. I turned from Seth's
embrace, breaking his fingers apart and looking upward, "That? Again?
What's happening?"

"Maybe...maybe Neverland is finally giving in to the fact that Peter is
gone, is dead, is buried, is no longer."

I rounded on him, "Don't even say those things and not to me especially."

"Peter IS gone," Seth yelled at me, in my face, "I need your help. I need
you to free me!"

I thought he meant from Neverland but he didn't. I wouldn't find out more
about what he really meant until...well, later. Explosions rocked the
volcano and the side of it seemed to split open. The temperature rose. I
grabbed Seth by the shoulders, "Get outta my sight and don't ever let me
see you again!" I pushed him, shoved him and let go. He fell to his
knees and cried. Like a baby. I watched him and my coldness took over.
Yet somehow I felt Peter was there crying. How many times had he cried,
the little boy. The baby tears. The tantrums that lead to cries and
huffing sob stories? How many times had I cradled him out of his bed into
my lap, my arms, to wet my chest? Why would I hold such care for one and
not the other. Pity began to form in my heart for Seth, if not for Peter.
I was bitter toward Peter. Damn shit, I wanted him back. Neverland shook,
the Neverlands shook, the ground shook. A great big tree fell and headed
right for Seth, on fire. "Seth!" I flew at him and pulled him from under
his arms and face to face, I flew him out from under the tree and the
flaming mess landed just where he stood. Seth was crying and I was on top
of him. In the leaves. I got very hard as our bodies pressed together.

Seth may not have noticed, for he was still heaving great big sobs. He
couldn't be faking this. "You should have, should have, huff huff huff,
should have let it kill meeeeeeeeee!"

I was crying now too, "No, Seth, no. I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
hurt you. I just...nothing matters but the boys now and I'm angry. Angry
at Peter for...for dying..."

Seth gasped, "Did you ever think....."

"What?"

"Peter died for some reason? Maybe he..." Seth rubbed his tears with his
arm, "Maybe I'm just being stupid."

"No, what were you?" Fires spread and I heaved Seth to his feet and
told him to follow me. I was bringing him back to the Underground House.
I wanted to hear what he had to say but this was not the right time.


I had to take him through the jungle since I didn't want to give him the
power to fly, not just yet. Little did I know he had his own power to
fly. I wouldn't find that out until much, much later. En route, an Apache
jumped out as us and had his knife raised, ready to strike. Seth said,
much to my surprise, "Get to the cave, I'll take care of this!"

"I'm not gonna leave you!" I faced the Indian, a brave, a few years
older than myself and probably a few years younger than Seth.
"You...you're just scared. There's no reason to..."

Seth yelled, "This may be the one who killed Peter Pan!"

My face grew red and not from the surrounding fires. Seth could be
correct. I took out my own knife, which I almost never carried but had
this day. I yelled and ran at the Indian with the deadliest intent to
kill. Seth smiled behind my back. But then someone flew down between us
and it was Jennie.

"Watchout!" Seth yelled and Jennie turned to see the Indian baring down
on the little boy! "NO!"

I jumped low and dropped my knife, scooped up Jennie and tried to run but
I fell. I covered Jennie with my back to the Indian and awaited the
fateful knife in my spine. It never came.

The Indian. Seth just stared at him. The Indian looked at us, and then at
him. When what seemed an eternity passed, I peeked up and saw this. I
stood up and pushed Jennie behind me. The brave circled round us and
left. I eased my breathing. He said something that I couldn't figure
out, but what later I knew to be an Apache word for son of the devil. I
thought he was just throwing an Indian insult our way, you know, the
terrible white men. I wondered what time these tribes came from? What
era?

When we went to the Underground House I flew down with Seth on my back,
he was heavy but that heavy for a 17 year old, and yet I wondered how it
was he got in the last time he was here. Did he just tumble down? How was
it I didn't hear him? Rollin snorted, "What's he doing here?" The other
Lost Boys were in the midst of picking up fallen tables, chairs, pottery,
and other nick knacks.

"Leave all that," I said, "We have to leave Neverland."

There was an uproar the likes you never heard. "What?" "Leave
Neverland?" "Are you joking?" Even "Fuck you!" "Peter would never
leave Neverland."

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" I screamed like a raging bull and louder than
anyone had ever heard before. The boys were gulping in fear, even Sole
and Aoi. Je'ne looked wounded. Landen pulled Jennie to him but Jennie,
infront of Landen, eyed only Seth. "We all have to leave! Look around
you! This place is coming apart. Fire will engulf the entire place. We
have to warn all to leave. And then we have to get the animals that can't
make it out of here."

"What? How? Why?"

"We have to face the fact that this might be because Peter is dead
and..."

Seth chimed in, "And...may be in Hell."

A round of yells from the Boys again. "NO!" "NOT PETER!" "SHUT YUP YOU
ASS!" "YOU STUPID ASSHOLE SHUT UP!" "GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" "GO TO
HELL YOURSELF!" "EAT ME!" "No way!" "You don't know what you're
talking about!"

Aoi picked up a wooden sword and threatened it toward Seth's belly, "I
ougtta kill you right now! Run ya through! Right in the navel!"

"STOP IT!" I yelled and ran to Aoi and took the sword from his fingers,
"You will listen to me! All of you! We might as well face facts now. We
have to leave or die here. Do you all want to die? Do any one of you want
to stay here and die?"

Silence. Jennie kept tugging on me now, having parted from Landen.

"We are going to build an ark."

Seth seemed surprised now, "An ark?"

"It's been done before."

The boys seemed to come alive again and this time for the better and
brighter. "Noah!" Rollin exclaimed brightly.

"Peter," I said, "Peter and the other Lost Boys, the older ones, know
dead, built an ark."

Which wasn't entirely true. They used Hook's ship the Jolly Roger to get
the animals out of Neverland when they believed Old Smokey Top Mountain
was going to blow up. It was a long story. Another time, Neverland was
vanishing due to Peter's map being erased by Hook. Maybe this was
something similar. And yet another time, Peter turned old thanks to some
crafty words by Hook and when Peter did that, Neverland started to
vanish. Seth looked at me and put a hand on my shoulder, "All that will
take forever!"

"Then we'd better get started at once," I said spritely. "I'll take both
Indian camps, although I'm sure they are already leaving and the Mermen
and maids' lagoon. Sole you take the Mysterious River folk and warn them,
Aoi and Je'ne, since you are the best swordsmen besides me and Sole, you
take the Troll Cave." Actually almost all of them were better than me at
swordplay with the exception of Landen and Jennie, who almost never
fought with weapons, and almost never fought at all. "Rollin, take
Slightly Gulch and Hook Island, I doubt anyone is at either place right
now but check em out and warn anyone there. Fairy, you warn Small Monday
Island and Tintagel, both places we either can't get into without money
or a pass or a way into another dimension but both which are tied to
Neverland. If it does go and it looks like it is going, so will those two
places. Landen, you warn anyone in the Hollow Tree caves but stay out of
them and also send some echo voice warnings into Buccaneer's Cave and
Cove?"

"Me?"

"Yes, Landen, I'm trusting you to be brave," I said, knowing full well
that Landen could be the meanest son of bitch if ever aroused. "I know
you have it in you."

"Yeah," Landen said, puffing out his tiny chest, "I just..." He grew
humble again, "Just don't want it to come out."

"I do and now. I need it out now, so get on, go on and get flying," I
said, "And then we start the ark, right away."

Everyone moved to different directions. Seth looked at Jennie, "I need
you, so don't go get yourself killed."

I didn't hear him say this and I'm not sure I could have even if I had
been listening. "Seth, you pack up what you can here with Jennie and the
redheads, so I'll go warn the Indian villages." I went to the opening
that I usually flew out of. Bailey came to me, with me.

"Why do we have to stay here? I can fight as good as..."

I put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "I know you can, Bail, I
need you and your brothers here to keep an eye on..." I nodded toward
Seth. Bailey gave me a knowing nod and look.

I flew out. As the three boys got ready to pack with Jennie, gathering up
belongings and tools they would need to build the ark, Seth looked at
them, "I'm just going to check the area so that we don't get surprised by
any fires." Before they could protest, Seth climbed up one of the
holes. When the boys were not looking, he spread foul looking crimson
wings and flew up the rest of the way. His eyes were red and as he looked
into the smoking darkening sky...even though it was afternoon now, the
sky was dark with fire and smoke, Seth's eyes turned fully red. He smiled
but broke into a laugh. "Go ahead, build your ark, Chase, build it."

As he spoke, more explosions were heard in the distance, rocking
Neverland and the waters around it. Lightning and thunder spoke up and
dark clouds mingled with the smoke from the volcano Smokey Top Mountain.

"There will be no escape for you as there is none for me unless either
you or your dumb and deaf mute boy can free me from my bonds. If not,
your Neverland shall become what my father wants it to become, the very
image of the pits of hell, I shall prove myself to him by making my own
hell, this Neverland shall not cease as you think it will, it shall
become my hell, my hell which will imprison not just me but all you seek
to protect."

Thunder burst, lightning hit a tree near Seth, in front of him and then
directly behind him, lightning then smashed a rock to his side. He
remained unflinching, unmoving, arms out and hands spread, fingers
constantly moving.

"Pan could not stop me, Chase. Pan could not help me. Pan failed me, you
may yet fail me and if so I have your little boy to try. If he fails,
then all this place will become the fires that we shall live in together,
my torture will no no end and from here, I shall spread the fires to the
entire world beyond! Do you hear me father, do you? Satan, father,
whatever you wish to think of yourself, you will know that half of you
resides in me for the fires will fill this world you love to torment so!
I will make it happen!" Seth laughed uncontrollably as fires rose up
around him, not burning him, not touching him, then touching him and not
hurting him. He kept on laughing for a long, long time...