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GO WEST YOUNG MAN By Nicky Romanov
Chapter 1 Part 1
I had left Philadelphia on the first of May in a pouring rain. Some people would say I was crazy. But, my need to get away from civilization was too strong to mind getting wet. I had stopped by my friend and mentor's printing shop to say my good byes. Ben had known me since I was a young lad and my parents had been killed in an Indian raid during the French wars. Although I had stayed with my aunt, Ben was the male influence in my life. I could not just leave for parts unknown without saying my farewells.
As I entered the shop, the smell of paper and ink entered my nostrils. It always gave me a warm feeling because of the association with Ben. He had been my mentor and as close to a father image that any 15 year old could have. Now, I had turned 19 and had the itch to move on and be on my own. I had never mentioned this to Ben, and I did not know how he would feel about my self proclaimed independence. As I told him I was leaving Philadelphia he wiped his hands on his apron and looked at me over his spectacles. "Well, my boy I think it is time you made a move." He asked me if I had told Penny. Penny was an orphan and a year younger than myself. Her parents had been killed in the same raid as mine. There had always been an understanding about our future, but I was having doubts about this. I loved Penny, but as a sister. I did not know what I wanted, but was sure that this was not it. I had known Penny all my life. We had grown up together. I did not have a sexual urge toward her. In fact the only sexual urge that I had ever had was toward my own hand. I told him I had discussed this all with Penny and that she felt the same way as I did. I had to see what was in the world. I felt pressured by civilization. I needed to get away and feel free, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Let's face it Philadelphia now had over 30,000 people and was the largest city in the colonies.
Ben asked me where I was going. I told him I was not sure, but it would be west. I might go to fort Pitt and Pittsburgh. I might even go into the Ohio territory. Ben asked me if I needed or wanted my money. Since I had no male relatives, he had been managing and investing my money. I told him I did not want it all, but would need some. He went over to a large strong box and took out a leather pouch and handed it to me, warning me to wear it on the inside of my breeches where it was not obvious to everybody. He shook my hand and wished me good luck and asked me to stay in touch with him.
I left Philadelphia and headed out the Lancaster Pike. It was raining harder than ever. I was soaked. I felt a lump in my stomach from the excitement of what my future would hold for me. I traveled almost to York when I decided to stay the night. I stopped at a roadhouse and took a room. After changing out of my wet clothes I went down stairs to one of the public rooms and ordered a tankard of ale. The serving girl came over to me and looked me up and down. She asked me if I was wanting something to eat and told me what was on the fare for the night. I ordered and sat down. When the food arrived I realized that I was famished. I cleaned the plate, I did not know whether the food was very good or I was just that hungry. I was not alone in the room. There were eight other men in the room and I could catch parts of their conversations. They seem to be talking about Indian raids between there and fort Pitt. I gathered from the pieces that I heard that there had been raids on isolated homesteads and the occasional traveler and freight wagons.
The serving girl came back over and started to clean the table. She kept smiling at me and asked if I saw any thing else that I might want. I noticed that she had unbuttoned the upper part of her dress and that as she bent over I could look right down between her large breasts. I knew what she meant, but was not interested. I did not want a fast release and one night stand to be when I lost my virginity.
I was tired and went back upstairs to the room that I was occupying with three other men. There were two full beds with two men to a bed. I pulled my shirt over my head and slipped off my buckskin boots. I left my pants on because when I had changed earlier the only pair of knickers I had with me were wet. I had just pulled the pants up over my naked ass. There was no way that I was going to strip and crawl into a bed with a stranger. I did not want the other guy to get the wrong idea. I had heard what some men liked to do to young guys. I instantly fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke with the sounds of the household and found that my virginity was still intact. I threw some cold water on my face. I retrieved a hairbrush and ran it through my blond shoulder length hair and tied it back at the base of my neck with a piece of rawhide. I felt my buckskin breeches and was glad they had dried overnight. I stripped out of my other pants and pulled them up over my naked body. I thought I would save my knickers for later since I had only one pair. I placed my nine inch uncut cock down the left leg and laced up the front. I pulled a home spun wool shirt over my upper body followed by my buckskin shirt then pulled on my boots.
I packed every thing else up and headed down the stairs. I noticed that my buckskins had gotten stiff when they dried and the feel of their rough surface on my prick felt exciting. I figured that I might just have to pull off the road further along and take this situation in hand. After eating breakfast, I saddled my horse and headed on out the Pike heading further and further west and away from civilization. I was nervous about the talk about Indians the night before and made sure that my rifle and pistol were both primed and cocked ready if I needed them. I also strapped on a hunting knife that had belonged to my father. Soon the sun was up and the heat felt good. I stopped and removed my shirts and soon continued my journey.
Chapter 2
I had now left most of the inhabited areas. I knew that there were only one or two more homesteads between me and fort McKinzie where the mountains begin. I figured I should be there early in the afternoon and would spend the night there before going over the mountains. As I rounded a bend in the road I saw a conastoga wagon ahead stopped in the middle of the road. I cautiously approached the wagon. I checked my weapons and adjusted them for easy access. I saw there was a figure laying on his stomach with his pants around his ankles beside the right wheel. I jumped down, grabbed my rifle and ran to the figure. I saw that he had been scalped. I leaned down and turned him over. I felt the bile come up in my stomach. It was all I could do to keep from puking right there. Down between his legs where his sex organs should be was just a bloody mess. I could see that his prick and balls had been cut off and that he had been left to bleed to death. I leaned down and determined that he was indeed dead, when I heard a blood curdling scream come from the woods to the right of me. I jumped up and grabbed my rifle, when I heard another scream. I moved into the woods moving from tree to tree. I kept looking around to be assured that I was not moving into an ambush.
Ahead I saw a clearing and moved toward it. Near the far edge of the clearing I saw a white man, naked and tied spread eagle on the ground. There were two painted naked Indian bucks standing over him. It was apparent that they had been torturing him and enjoying it because I saw that they were both supporting large hard-ons. I saw one of the bucks lift his head by his hair and with a knife he was about to scalp the guy. The other reached down and grabbed the guys nuts and lifted him by them until I could see that his ass was at least eight inches off the ground. In his other hand I saw the knife start to move toward his nut sack. I took aim with the rifle and fired. The naked savage dropped the knife and the family jewels and the guys ass fell to the ground. The Indian seemed to rise three feet in the air and fall face down to the left of their victim. The surprise made the other buck drop the guys head and run.
I quickly reloaded my rifle and cautiously moved into the clearing. I can see that the Indian is still alive, but can tell that he is dying. I look at the white guy to see if he is alive. He is, just seems to have fainted. He is young about my age, 18 or 19. He has long dark hair. I notice that they have taken two large thorns from a thorn apple tree and have run them through his nipples, piercing each of them. I look down at his crotch and see that they have worked on his penis also. They have taken a very large thorn and ran it into his piss hole and out the bottom behind his glands. They have also stuck several through his foreskin and the under side of the prick. No wonder the guy was screaming. It infuriated me.
My first thought was to try to remove the thorns while he was still unconscious but, decided that we did not have the time, the one that got away might be returning with help. The savage began to groan. I moved toward him and rolled him over with my foot. I could see he was dying. He looked up at me with a pleading look in his eyes. I looked down at the flaccid prick between his legs. It had been painted yellow with red diamonds down the top. It reminded me of a snake. I took my foot and began to rub it and saw that even though he was in pain as the life oozed out of him he was getting an erection. I saw his nuts hanging so low between his legs that they laid spread out on the ground. I remembered what he was about to do to the white guy and my anger rose within me. I took the heel of my boot and stomped his nuts into the ground. Once, twice, three times and by the fourth the Indian screamed and went to that big hunting ground in the sky.
I picked up the knife and went over to the white man and cut the vines that had been used to secure him while the two of them had ritually tortured him. He was still unconscious when I lifted his limp naked body into my arms. I was still naked to the waist myself and his body felt warm against me. He came to and moaned out one thing. "Oh, man my ass hurts." Then he fell back into oblivion. I had one thought and that was to get back to the wagon and my horse and get us as far from here and as fast as I could. I was curious as to what the brutal savages had done to his ass, but I would wait until we were safe before I investigated. I laid him in the back of the wagon after moving some things out of the way, tied my horse to the back and jumped into the seat. I hated not to bury the other guy, but there was no time.
I knew that we could not be far from Harris's station. I had been told that a man named Harris ran a station for the freight companies in this area where the wagons out of Philadelphia could change their horses before they headed out toward the mountains. That was probably the only civilized seat between here and fort McKenzie. I whipped the horses and we took off. The horses sensed the urgency and pulled hard and soon we were really heading down the road.
I knew something was wrong before I reached the station. I saw smoke rising up into the sky and knew something was burning. As we approached the station I saw that it had been burned to the ground. The horses were all gone and I saw the bodies of a man and a woman laying in the door way. I did not even get off the wagon, but whipped the horses and headed for the fort. I had estimated that this was five miles further but we made it in about an hour. The gates opened as I approached and I pulled into the center of the compound. As I jumped off the wagon an old man held the horses and began to undo their hitch. He said he would take care of them and cool them off. I was approached by a man in a red uniform of the British regular army. He introduced himself to me as Captain Roberts in his majesty's service. I briefly told him what had happened and told him I had an injured man and that I needed to attend to his injuries before we went into any details. He told me that there was an empty barracks to my right that they sometimes used as an infirmary. He asked if I needed any help. I told him no that I could handle it. I thought of the young man and how embarrassing it might be if the nature of his injuries was spread around the camp. Also for some reason, I wanted to care for him myself.
I went to the wagon and carefully wrapped him in a blanket and carried him into the barracks and closed and bolted the door. I had laid the black haired youth on the table in the middle of the room and I slowly removed the blanket to inspect his injuries. I was amazed that there was very little blood. I also knew that the removing of the thorns was going to be as painful as when they pierced his flesh. I saw that he was coming around and I found some whisky and went over and lifted his head. I held the bottle to his mouth and told him to drink. He began to gulp it down. I told him to drink as much as he could that it would help to ease the pain. He drank about a third of the bottle before he stopped. I laid him back down. He spoke and said his name was Tom. He asked about his father. I realized the man back at the wagon must have been this youth's father. I had to tell him that he was dead. I did not elaborate on the way he died. He began to cry. I went over to him and held him for a few minuets. He said they had shoved something up his ass and was embarrassed to ask me to remove it. I thought I had better take a look. I raised his legs into the air so that I could see his ass hole. I could see the small end of a large pinecone sticking out of his rectum. They had shoved it into him with the part that is attached to the tree first so that the spread pods kept the guy from expelling it. The more he tried the more it dug into his tender flesh. God, it must have hurt.
I let his legs down gently and sat down on a stool beside him. I looked into his face and tried to explain what they had done to him. Since his ass seemed to be the most painful, I began there. I then told him what they had done to his cock and what the Indian was about to do when I shot him. He gave out a sigh of relief when I told him his nuts were still intact. The whisky was taking over and he said to me that he owed me his nuts. I laughed. Then I told him about his nipples. He took his hand and rubbed each one of his pecs, feeling the pierced flesh. he said they did not seem to hurt. He remembered that this was the first thing that they did to him. He said that his ass was second and remembered screaming as they did it and that was all he remembered until he woke in my arms.
I told him that when I removed the pinecone and the thorns that it was going to hurt as bad if not worse than before. I suggested that he drink more of the whiskey to help kill the pain. He asked me if I would tie him down and gag him so his screaming would not be heard. I looked into his handsome face and nodded. It took him a while to finish another third of the bottle. By this time he was slurring his words. I could tell he was quite drunk. I got some rope and lashed his arms to the table. Then I wrapped the rope around his chest so he could not move his upper body. I pulled each knee to his chest and wrapped the rope around them to hold the legs in the air thus exposing his ass hole. He giggled and said that this could be fun. I saw that the whisky was really taking hold now. I found some bandage material and stuffed it in his mouth and secured it with a kerchief.
I pulled the bench to the end of the table and sat down. I said out loud, to my self more than to him. "How in the hell am I going to get that pinecone out without doing damage." He started to look down at me with a strange look on his face. He mumbled something through the gag and I did not understand. I said I was working on it, I just did not know how yet. He shook his head back and forth. I got up and removed the gag so he could tell me what he was saying. He first replied in a drunken stupor. "How's the view down there?" I gave him a dirty look. He suggested that maybe if I lubricated his hole I could work it out. He told me there was some axle grease in the wagon. I went to the wagon and found the bucket of grease and returned, sitting the bucket on the table below his ass. I then regaged him and returned to my task. I looked at his ass and for some reason the view of this very intimate part of a man's anatomy was turning me on. I felt that my cock was rising inside of the rough rawhide covering. I scooped up a hand full of grease and applied it to his hole and the cone. He started to push out like he was taking a shit. I pushed back and told him not to push but try to relax. If he pushed it was going to bring half of his guts out with it. I saw beads of sweat break out on his face. I started to use one finger on each hand and shove it in around the pinecone and slowly ease the grease in around it. I slowly worked it pod by pod until at last the thing popped out of his greased hole. He collapsed on the table and was breathing heavy. I noticed that with all the exertion he had popped a boner.
I cleaned the grease off his ass with some rags and explored with my fingers to see if there was any blood or damage. I removed his gag and held the pinecone up for him to see. He said that he had never had anything that big up his ass before. I gave him a questioned look and he just smiled. I asked him if he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I told him I was now going to remove the thorns. I held his cock up and removed the one from his foreskin first. He gave a small yelp as it came out. I asked him if he needed the gag again. He shook his head. I then slowly removed the one from his piss hole and he sucked in a great amount of air. I held the cock by the foreskin with my left hand and pulled out the ones along the bottom of his cock that had pierced his piss tube. When I moved up to his chest to pull the ones from his nipples, he said no. He would do those himself. He said he might just leave them to remind him. I took a pail of water and washed his cock and balls and his torso.
Then I untied him and he sat up on the table and told me he needed to take a piss. I told him it was probably going to burn like hell. He said he had to piss no matter how much it hurt. I got another bucket and told him to sit on the edge of the table and aim at the bucket. He said he could not piss like that and needed to stand up. I set the bucket on the floor and helped him stand. His legs were weak and I had to support him. He placed both hands on my shoulders to support himself and I skinned back his foreskin and held his prick for him. As he let fly he moaned and the piss started flying everywhere. I forgot there were nine additional holes for it to flow from. His piss hit the bucket and covered the front of my breeches. As I tried to aim more into the bucket some even flew up my chest and into my face. As he finished he leaned back on the table and had a look of shame on his face. I just looked at him and laughed. Soon he also was laughing. Here was a naked man standing in front of me and here I stood covered in piss from head to toe.
I helped him over to a bed in the corner and covered him up. He said "Now I owe you my ass as well as my cock and balls. And I have marked you with my urine and don't even know your name." I told him it was Nathan but all my friends called me Nate. He closed his eyes and fell to sleep.
I cleaned up and changed my pants and pulled on my clean shirt and went to hunt up the Captain. I found him setting behind a desk in his office. He told me to sit down and offered me a drink which I gladly took. I began to tell him about what happened. I did not go into any details but told him that when I found Tom, he was being tortured by the two bucks. He asked if they had castrated him. I told him no, that they were getting ready to when I shot the one with the knife. He asked me about our escape and what I had seen as Harris's station. I told him they had burned the cabin and that I only saw two bodies, one of a man and the other of a woman. He said that must be Harris and his wife. He asked if I was sure there were no others. I told him I pretty sure. Then he told me that Harris had two sons one about 15 and the other 16. He said that both lads were cute youngsters and the Indians liked cute boys. He asked me if I thought any of Tom's injuries were permanent. I told him no that in a few days he would be healed. He said that it may take more time for his spirit and emotional injuries to be healed. I had thought about that. I really did not know that the kid was still too drunk to tell.
I went by the mess and got something to eat and returned to the barracks. It was starting to get dark and I lit a fire and sat back to think with a mug of whiskey to calm me down. The day had been one to cause me to reassess myself. Things had happened and had all happened too fast. Even though my parents had been killed with all the other adults in the small village that I knew growing up, I had never thought about torture and mutilation. Today I had seen my first example of it. I could not get the picture of Tom's father's crotch out of my mind.
I had killed my first man, and was bothered that it did not phase me to shoot and kill another human being. I had witnessed the sexual torture by two men to another, and was turned on by it. I had also tortured a dying man and smashed his nuts into mush. I had also touched the private parts of another adult male. Even though this was not a sexual experience, I could remember the arousal in my own desires when I felt the strange flesh and viewed Tom's up turned ass. This was all hard to accept and I was not sure which was the hardest.
I sat back and let the heat from the fire toast my bare feet and the whiskey warm my body and thought about what the Captain had said about it taking time for Tom's emotional injuries to heal. I also wondered about my own emotions. I looked over to Tom sleeping in the bed and could tell that it was not a restful sleep. He would toss and turn and move his head back and forth. He probably was reliving the nightmares of the day.
I stood and stretched and pulled off my shirt. The room was warm and I was comfortable. I dropped my breeches and backed my naked ass to the fire and let it toast my buns. It felt good. My body was aching and I was stiff. I had the urge to reach down and fondle my cock and balls, but was afraid that Tom might wake up and see me. I knew that it would not take much to start my juices to flow out of my semi-erect rod. I tied a piece of rawhide around my waist and took a long piece of cloth and formed for myself a loincloth. I was afraid that in my present state I was going to have one of my frequent nocturnal emissions. I moved over to the bed and nudged Tom to move over. He did but the bed was not a full one and we could not help but touch. Tom was on his back and I lay down on my left side facing away from him and pulled the scratchy covers up over both of our bodies. I could feel the heat of Tom's body. He turned on his left side and wrapped his arm over my body and snuggled up against my back. I figured he was still in a drunken sleep. It felt so strange, and warm and comfortable. It seemed that he belonged there. I felt a strong sensation begin to grow in the pit of my stomach and felt my cock begin to rise. His hand began to rub my belly and chest. I was getting turned on and was afraid of my own feelings. He kept rubbing lower and lower and went below the rawhide and placed his hand over the cloth covering my hard cock. He whispered in my ear just one word. "Why?" I realized then that he was awake. This started to make me shiver knowing that he knew what he was doing and where his hand was. Then he said it again. "Why?" I was not sure what he was asking. Was he referring to the murder of his father? Was he wondering why they had tortured him? Was he wanting to know why he was in so much pain. There were a lot of answers to his question. I just whispered back to him that the world was a cruel place, whether it was in civilization or in the wilderness. Man, was a cruel animal and that is why the sadistic savages had done what they had. He nuzzled his face to the nap of my neck and said. "No, why did you cover yourself?" I told him to go to sleep and we would talk in the morning. He slipped his hand inside my loincloth and wrapped his fingers around my hard dick and fell to sleep.
Chapter 3
When I woke the next morning Tom was still in the same position. He had not moved. His hand was still wrapped around my cock which was hard due to my need to take a piss. I stretched out my legs and Tom whispered to me. "Good morning sleepy head." His hand started stroking my meat and he rubbed his thumb over the head of my rod smearing the pre-cum around under my foreskin. It began to feel good. I shoved his hand away and jumped out of bed. I turned to look at him and told hem we had to talk but right now I had to piss. I went over to the bucket that Tom had used last night and let fly. Soon Tom was standing beside me with his cock sticking out in front of him. He asked me if I wanted to hold it for him like last night. I told him to fuck off and cut out that kind of talk. Although I do have to admit I was wondering if he was going to spray all over the floor.
I stirred the embers and added fresh tender and soon added several logs to the fire and it began to blaze. I filled the kettle and swung it on the arm over the fire. A cup of tea would be good. I went to my saddlebags and pulled out a tin and set it on the table. Tom had sat back on the bed and was watching me. I asked why he was staring. His comment started to make me angry when he said I had a cute ass. I reached for my breeches and pulled them over my butt. I said to him. "Why don't you put some clothes on?" He just smiled at me and said. "Because I don't have any." I burst out laughing. It had just dawned on me that when I had rescued him that I never thought about grabbing his clothes. The kettle was boiling and I added some tea. When it was ready I poured two mugs full and sat them on the table. He walked over to the table still sporting a hard on. I said to him. "Doesn't that thing ever go down?" It had dawned on me that I that I had not seen it completely flaccid since we first met. He sat down on one bench and I on the other with the table between us, and I told him we had to talk.
"OK, you go ahead." he said.
"I don't know where to begin." I stated.
"Well, we could start with who we are and where we were going when we met." I told him my name was Nathan McConnel and that I was of Scotch decent, where I was from and my background. I mentioned about my parents, and that I had this urge to leave civilization. He began his story. "My name is Tom Nabors. My dad was a blacksmith and I have been an apprentice under him. We decided to head west and Dad sold the forge and we headed toward fort Pitt and Pittsburgh to set up a new business. My mother died when I was three. So, I guess we are both orphans. I loved my dad and he loved me, it had been just us two men for the last 15 years. I don't like women. I am uncomfortable around them. I guess that I like blokes. I know I liked my father and he me. Yes, in a way that you probably can not understand. He was my dad, but he was also my lover."
I just stared at him across the table. I could not believe this kid was telling me all of this. He was not even embarrassed about it. I knew that homosexual activities were wrong. And having a homosexual relationship with ones own father was incest.
He apparently could read my thoughts and told me. "Forget the piety, what we did was love one another and expressed that love by satisfying each others physical needs. I can't nor do I want to feel bad about it. I can't stand all of the double standards in this world. Even the king has his mistresses. There are hundreds of bastards running around the colonies that have been fathered by the upstanding members of our community. They don't criticize these actions, so I don't want some one to criticize mine. And, as far as last night went, please just forget it. You had saved my life, my manhood, and tended to my wounds with a compassion that I appreciated. I was and still am grateful and all I wanted to do was to pay you back by relieving you of a problem. Don't worry I will never touch you again if you are that uptight about it. I am not asking for anything right now except friendship until I get my life back on track. As far as me being naked in front of you, that don't bother me, but if it does you, just get me some clothes and I will cover up."
I could see tears in his eyes and I began to feel a compassion for this handsome dark haired youth that I had never felt before and never felt since. I reached over and took his hand and told him every thing was OK. There was a knock at the door, I asked who it was and motioned Tom to the bed. He complied and pulled the covers to his chest. It was Captain Roberts and I told him to come in. I asked him if he would like a cup of tea. The told me he did not have time, but had wanted to check to see how Tom was doing. I told him that he seemed fine and that we would probably try to move on the next day. He introduced himself to Tom and told us that he had sent out a party yesterday to bury Mr. & Mrs. Harris. They had also picked up Tom's father's body and buried him also. Tom, lay still in the bed with covers up to his neck and tearfully thanked the Captain. The Captain said that they had found no trace of the two lads, but they might discover their bodies in the future. With this statement Tom leaped up from the bed forgetting his naked body. "I saw them I think." he shouted. "Are they both blond and thin?" The Captain's eyes were wide with surprise at seeing that Tom was stark naked. For some reason, I was the one that was embarrassed and felt my cheeks blushing. The Captain looked down and asked Tom what he meant when he said that he saw them. He explained that when they were attacked on the road that there were two young blond kids with their hands tied behind them with the Indians. The Captain asked if they appeared to be all right. Tom said yes they were quite dirty, but had not seemed to be hurt in anyway.
The Captain looked toward me and said that the Indians had taken them as prisoners as he suspected. I asked him if there was any chance of catching them and releasing the two kids. He said that they probably were over the mountains by now and into the Ohio territory. He said that he had no jurisdiction in the territory. He said that there was a big meeting of the nations coming soon in Chilicothi and that would be probably where they were headed. If that were the case then the boys would be all right. Chief Red Claw, who headed up the council of nations was a good man and had been converted to Christianity by some French priests. He would not release slaves, but did not allow them to be abused. I asked him what the chances were of rescuing the boys through negotiations with Chief Red Claw. He said that it depended who Red Claw deemed were the owners of the slaves. He said that it had been done before, but in other cases the slaves remained for various reasons. Tom asked what reasons those were. The Captain said that in some cases the slave did not want release. Some were too embarrassed to return to civilization. Others stayed when the owner would not let them go. I asked if you could buy a slave from the owner. Roberts said that was not the usual case. The Indians were not interested in white man's money. They might trade but usually wanted whiskey or guns. He reminded us that both were illegal to give to the Indians. Sometimes the owner just tired of the slave and dropped all interest. But, usually the slaves traded hands because the owner had given them away or been challenged to a test and lost. As he got up to leave, I asked Roberts about some clothes for Tom, explaining what had happened. I saw him look at Tom standing there without a stitch on and he asked if the Indians had done that to Tom's chest. I told him that they had and also to his private parts and he looked down to Tom's crotch. He asked why I had not removed the thorns from his nipples. I told him that Tom would not let me. He told us that he thought he could come up with some breeches and a shirt, but that boots and linens were short at the fort.
An hour later the old man that had taken care of our horses dropped off a pair of buckskin breeches, a home spun shirt and some ointment for Tom. Tom grabbed the pants and pulled them on. He asked me if I was satisfied now. I could feel the coolness in the comment. I could also tell that he was still sensitive below the waist and that they caused him a certain amount of discomfort. I ignored the comment and sort of felt guilt among other feelings.
Chapter 4
I got my provisions from my pack and prepared us a meal. We sat down across from each other and ate our meal in silence. I noted that Tom's nipples were getting puffy and appeared to be infected. I did not know whether to mention it to him or not. I decided to leave it alone. If he wanted my help he would ask for it. He got up from the table and asked me if I would fix him a hot whiskey. I could tell he was in pain. He had lay down on the bed and I took him the whiskey after heating it over the fire. I saw that he had broke out into a sweat. I told him, that the thorns had to come out and that he should put some of the ointment on them to kill the infection or it was going to kill him. He just looked at me with a blank look. I could tell he was facing a deep depression. I guessed that it finally had dawned on him that his life had changed in a big way with his father gone.
I went back over to the table and poured myself a big whiskey. I was starting to get depressed myself. I wanted to get drunk. I had only been drunk once in my life and I wanted to feel no pain and kill all feelings. Tom said from the bed, "Will you do it for me?" I asked him. "Do you want me to do it?" He nodded to me. I told him to come over to the table and lay down. I examined each nipple. They did not seem to be as bad as I thought. Tom asked me to take the horns out by pulling from the sharp point. I told him that would make the holes bigger and would hurt more. He nodded and said that he realized that, but he wanted it so they could be reinserted when the wounds were cleaned. I just looked at him and saw that he was determined. I put on a kettle of water and filled his mug with more whiskey. I gently grasped the left nipple with my left hand and pulled the thorn through. He sucked in a large breath but did not make any noise. I looked the nipple and the hole over and could see that it was healing but that the hole was not closing up any. I washed it with some strong homemade soap and hot water and dried it off. I told him I should put some whisky on it before the ointment but that it would burn. He asked for something to bite down on to keep from screaming. I got a piece of firewood and wrapped it with a kerchief and placed it between his teeth like a horse's bit. When I applied the whiskey his whole body tensed but he did not utter a sound. I then applied the ointment and this seemed to soothe him. I committed the ritual with the right nipple. When I was done he asked for the thorns so he could reinsert them. I took them and washed them with the soap and soaked them in the whiskey, dried them and lubricated them up with the ointment. I carefully reinserted them myself.
He thanked me and got up and sat on one of the benches and continued to drink his whiskey. I said to him that we should look at his other wounds. He said, "You don't have to do that." I told him that I wanted to do it. And that was the truth, for some reason I wanted to see him naked again and to look at his cock and balls and to see his puckering ass hole. He looked at me and asked me if I was sure. I told him yes, but down deep I did not know if I was sure or not. I did not know where all of this was going to lead. I was not sure that I wanted it to lead anywhere. But, I knew I had to see this hunky youth naked again.
He stood up and lowered his breeches and crawled back upon the table. I pulled the rough leather pants from his feet and there he was like I had remembered, naked as the day he was born. He was beautiful. I tried to remember that this was a nursing task, but I felt a stirring in my groin as my cock hardened. I raised his ass and stared at his pink pucker. It appeared to be OK. I saw no excess swelling or signs of infection. I gently probed it with my finger and asked if it hurt. He said it was still very sensitive. I lowered his legs and inspected his cock. For the first time that I could remember it was completely flaccid. It seemed to be healing very well. I asked him if he was still pissing from several holes. He said only the one in his glands and if he kept the foreskin down it did not leak that bad. I asked him if it still hurt to piss. He said no. I still washed it well with the strong soap, also his balls and ass. I then applied ointment to his whole crotch even his ass crack and began to work it into the skin. As I did I saw that he was getting an erection. I also noticed that this was having an even bigger effect on me also. I stopped. He got up and grabbed his pants and I told him not to bother, that I felt the stiff leather was irritating his privates. He just stood and stared at me. I said it was all right that I was going out for a while anyway.
I got up and pulled on my buckskin shirt and left. I just walked for hours. I had to try to clear my head. I was afraid of my own feelings. I did not know what to think. Things had just moved too fast for me to comprehend. I thought of the two Harris boys and wondered what they were going through. I knew I had to do something, but did not know what. If I had been more familiar with the territory and with the ways of life in the wilderness, then I would feel more secure in doing something towards finding the kids. This started me to think about myself. When I left Philadelphia, I was sure that I was wise to the world. I knew that the civilization that I knew was cruel and tainted with what I had been taught as sin and temptation. That was one of the reasons I wanted to leave the civilized world and start a new life, clean and pure. Now in two days I found that civilization was nothing compared to the cruelty and temptations of the wilderness. I knew I should resist all of the temptations, but couldn't. In fact I did not think I even wanted to resist. It seemed that in the wilderness there were a whole new set of rules. They broke all of the rules of the civilized world. It was as though the wilderness rules were more right and just. It was right that I had killed a man to keep him from injuring another. The civilized rule of covering your body did not seem important in the wilderness. Anyway every one knew that people were naked underneath the false covering that man had assumed for himself. Was it not man's nature to be naked?
Chapter 6
I sat under an old tree and thought and smoked my pipe until I started to feel chill in the air and noticed that night had set in and that I was tired. I went back to the cabin and found that it was dark. My first thought was that Tom had left. In fact it was more that a thought it was almost a fear. I opened the door and in the moonlight I could see that he was in bed spread eagle and asleep on top of the blanket. I lit two candles and stirred the embers of the fire and added more wood. Soon the whole room was aglow with a warm yellow light. I went over to Tom and looked down at his naked body. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His shoulders were broad and he had a nice chest and rippling muscles along his stomach. His hair was almost black and hung down past his armpits. The bush around his crotch was full and stood out from his body about two inches. Then there were his strong legs. They were smooth down to the knees then covered with light black hairs down to his ankles. Even his hands and feet were beautiful. I felt a tense feeling in my gut and felt my cock rise up against the rough rawhide breeches. I wanted to reach out and touch him.
I returned to the fire and lit my pipe. I pulled off my breeches and sat on one of the benches leaning back against the table and soaked up the heat. I spread my legs and let my balls hang down over the edge of the bench. I reached down and started to rub them and squeeze them in their leathery pouch. I pulled the foreskin back from the head of my hard cock and saw that it was glistening in the firelight. I noticed a drop of clear liquid bead up from my piss hole. I wiped it off with a finger and touched it to my lips to taste it. I had never done that before. I had left the hang-ups of my early years behind me. I felt different about my body. I was not ashamed of it. I saw that I was built like a brick shit house. I liked what I saw. I rubbed my hands over my chest and felt my nipples respond by getting erect. I released my long blond hair from the rawhide that I wore it tied with and tossed it around by moving my head. This was quite sensual. I was turned on by first my looking at Tom asleep then by my own body and caresses. Yes, I was horny. It had been three days since I had relieved myself. But, I was more in a mellow romantic mood than the mood of a horny youth that just needed fast physical release. I thought about dressing and going outside to take care of my needs, but knew that would only satisfy me physically not emotionally.
About that time Tom raised a sleepy head and asked if I was coming to bed. He got under the blanket and turned toward the wall and moved to the far edge of the narrow bed and went back to sleep. I stood and stretched and blew out the candles, then banked the fire for the night. I went over to the bed and without a second thought I lay down beside Tom. I turned toward him and snuggled up to his back. I lay my arm over his and hugged him to me. He said, "Nate, are you hard?" "Yes." "Are you horny, Nate?" "Yes." "Do you want to fuck me?" "Yes." "You know I can't, because I am too tender." "Yes, I know." "Can I do something else?" "If you want to, you can." "I want to very much." He turned over facing me and I rolled to my back. He laid his head on my chest and let his long hair fall over my chest. He began to rub my stomach and I wrapped my left arm around him and rubbed his back. I let it slid down past his waist until I was slowly rubbing the cheeks of his ass. They were hard and firm and so warm to the touch. My cock started to twitch. He moved his tongue around my nipples and I thought I would explode. He worked his way down my stomach licking everywhere. He tongued my navel which almost sent me over the edge. When he started to go lower, I stopped him. He looked up my torso into my face with a questioned look on his face. I said that I was dirty and smelly and had not had a good bath since I left Philadelphia. He smiled at me and said that he knew and liked it like that. Then he went back to my navel and began where he left off. Soon I felt his tongue tickling my foreskin. He stuck it into the pucker and started licking around the head of my cock. So far he had not touched my cock with his hands. He rose up and began to lick at my cock and tonguing it all over. He, for the first time used one of his hands and began massaging my nuts and sack. Then with one quick swoop, he swallowed all of my cock down to my pubic hair. He just held me there. I was not sure how he was breathing. His lips never moved, but I could feel his tongue licking inside of his mouth and massaging my thick tube. I was about to blast so I said to him he better pull off. He then began a fast up and down motion and I felt my nuts tighten up. I could feel the hot searing fluids begin to rise in my tube and I blasted into his mouth. I came over and over again. I had never experienced any thing like it in my life. I know I must have screamed. He scooted up on the bed and lay his head on my shoulder. I told him thanks. He just told me to shut up and relax. I lay there in the afterglow with the most beautiful man beside me and he had just gave me the greatest pleasure that I had ever experienced. I leaned over him and tried to kiss him. He asked if I was sure because his mouth probably tasted like my cum. I just said that he had to share and kissed his open mouth and tasted my own seed on his tongue. I asked him if I could do anything for him. He just said to hold him. It was my pleasure. I pulled the blanket over us and we fell to sleep.