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GO WEST YOUNG MAN By Nicky Romanov
Part 2 Chapter 7
I woke as the dawn approached still lying on my back. Again as the morning before I saw that Tom had his hand wrapped around my piss hard cock. I nudged him and asked him if he was going to sleep all day. He opened his eyes and looked into mine and asked if I was OK. I said yes but I needed to piss. He said he did too. We got up and headed for the bucket. I cut loose with a long steady stream of yellow piss and soon Tom was joining me and we aimed our streams back and forth into each other. I noted that he was being careful not to let his piss splash on me. I was disappointed in a way, but was ashamed to tell him so. We held each other when we were finished. I went over and started the fire and filled the kettle. When I turned around, Tom was pulling on his pants. He looked at me and said that he figured he better go outside and check on his wagon and figured that he better cover up or he might get raped before he got to the stables. He pulled the shirt that the Captain had sent over his head and, I asked him if he was ready to move on. He nodded as he opened the door and closed it behind him.
By the time he returned I had dressed and had tea made, boiled some eggs, and cut some bread that the Captain had also sent over the day before. Tom pulled off his shirt and sat down and started to devour the eggs and tea. I glanced over at the beautiful young man and noticed how beautiful his chest was. The piercing of his nipples did not detract at all from his beauty, in fact it sensual added to it. My cock was hard in my breeches and I wanted to strip off and grab this kid and rip his pants off and fuck the shit out of him. I knew we needed to get as early a start as possible but my physical desire was growing. He sensed my feelings and told me to cool down and there would be lots of time for that before we reached Pittsburgh.
I got up and began to clean up and straighten up the room we had shared the last two days. As I packed Tom began to carry the things to the wagon. He said he would hitch up the team and that should take about a halfhour and we could be on our way. I asked him if he would also saddle my horse. He just said "If you want."
Before he returned for a second trip, Roberts showed up with a couple of hand drawn maps for us to use. He sat down and had a cup of tea. When, Tom came back in he said that he saw that the pants fit. Then he said. "What a shame." I raised an eyebrow as he looked in to my eyes. "He has a beautiful ass, it is a shame to have to cover it." Tom, blushed and left. Then the Captain said to me that we needed to talk. I stopped what I was doing and sat across from him and listened to his narrative.
"Look, Nate, this is not Philadelphia. This is the frontier and beyond that is the wilderness. Things are different here. There are over one hundred men for every one woman out here if you count the squaws that some men have taken as a wife. Ninetynine out of a hundred women are married. Yeah, there are some men that share their women, but not many. The other men have to make due with what is at hand. Sometimes they just fuck their fist, but many are willing to fuck their buddie's ass and also turn their own up in the air for a deep and fast fuck. You better get used to it. I don't know if this attitude is only from need, maybe the Indians have effected it. We all know that before an Indian brave takes a squaw that anything and everything is fair game. That is why they took the Harris boys as slaves. They like to use young white boys as boy squaws. And you don't have to worry about the two kids. The Indians won't be getting virgins. In fact the boys probably can teach them a thing or two about male to male sex. They have been at it with each other since they reached puberty. Also, there are few men here at the fort that have not tasted their youthful fruit."
I sat there in a total state of shock that this man was sitting here with a blank look on his face and telling me all of this. He could tell by the look on my face that I was shocked, as he continued.
"Yeah, you are wondering about me. Yes, I have taken both boys to my bed. That does not mean that when I get into civilization that I don't head for the first brothel that I find. I like to fuck women, but I like to fuck young boys and men also. When I saw Tom yesterday standing naked in front of me, I knew that he would be available, but I also knew that he was not physically or emotionally ready. I also could tell that you were just as unavailable as he was available. I don't know if you are aware of it, but that boy wants you. I don't know if you can handle it yet or not."
I asked him if this was the case concerning Indians, why the Indian bucks that had captured Tom had not just fucked him instead of the torture. And also why they had tried to castrate him. He replied.
"That was something quite different. I am sure that the two Indians belong to a sect that we call the red diamonds. They usually have red diamonds painted over a yellow back ground on their body. Usually, their chest and cocks. They are a sick and sadistic perverted group that get their kicks out of pain and slow killing. They mix in with the other braves on raids but slip away and perform their sick practices on their captives. The captive boys that are held by the regular braves are made into slaves. The ones captured by the red diamonds are put through hell before they are slowly allowed to die. Apparently, the raid on the Harris station was just that, a raid. The kids were captured by one of the braves that was not a red diamond. Tom, was captured by the red diamonds and was very lucky that you arrived when you did."
Tom walked in and the Captain stood up and asked him if he was sure he was up for the trip. He told him that with me to help him he knew he could make it. And that he felt he was about back to normal. The Captain laid his hands on each of our shoulders and wished us good luck. Tom grabbed him and hugged him and thanked him. Then Tom surprised me by kissing him on the mouth. The Captain returned the kiss. I felt a strong sense of jealousy. Then the Captain left telling us to take the southern route on the maps. He said it was less populated and longer but would be easier getting over the mountains.
Chapter 8
We headed out of the fort with Tom in the lead driving the team. I followed on horseback. About five miles down the pike the road forked. Tom pulled over and we looked at the map. Tom took the left fork and I followed. I thought about the fact that we had not discussed traveling together. We had just taken it for granted that we would. Another mile down the road and Tom pulled over and I came up along side. He said he was tired. I asked him if he wanted me to handle the team for a while. He said yes, so I tied my horse to the back and climbed upon the seat. I told Tom to go in the back and lay down for a while. He silently complied. I knew that just lying around for three days, as he had, drained you of all strength, and that it took time to get back in the normal schedule of life.
I looked back and saw that Tom was asleep. The sun was high in the sky and the day had turned hot. I pulled off my shirt and continued the drive further west. We had not seen another human being since we left fort McKinzie. Captain Roberts had told me that we probably would not see many people until we got to the other side of the mountains and that should take us close to a week. Right now the road wound back and forth and I knew we were slowly climbing but you could not feel the grade and it did not seem to be a great strain on the team.
Tom woke up and climbed up into the seat beside me. I asked him if he had had a good nap. He said yes and that it was just what he needed. He said he felt like a new person. I told him he still looked and smelled like the old one. He stuck his tongue out at me. I asked him to get me a dipper of water from the barrel. He did and we both drank several. The heat was causing us to both to sweat. I asked Tom if he wanted to drive the team but he shook his head. We traveled in silence for about a half-hour, when Tom said he wanted to ask me something. I told him go ahead. He looked at me as said. "Would it bother you if I took my pants off?"
I looked over to him and told him it would bother me but to go ahead. He said no that he did not want to upset me. I told him that I had said it would bother me not upset me. I told him it would probably just make me horny. He smiled at me and stripped down until he was bare sitting beside me.
I looked over at him and saw that his pecker was standing at attention. I felt my own start to stir and had to adjust myself. I said. "See what you have done." He told me no that he could not see anything. I handed him the reins and stood and stripped off also and asked him if he could see now. He licked his lips and said "Yep."
We continued on like that sitting beside one another on the wagon seat with hard cocks and absorbed the heat of the day. I felt comfortable. In fact I was feeling the freedom that I had left Philadelphia to seek. I wondered if I had stayed in Philadelphia and just took my clothes off if that feeling would have been the same. I decided no, I needed Tom to make the feeling complete.
Tom said. "Nate, can I talk to you?" I told him he knew he could. He asked "Would you just listen and not interrupt so I can tell you some things." I said "Sure." not knowing where he was headed. He got us both a couple of dippers full of the cool water.
He began, "Nate, I have not always been like this. I don't know what has changed me, but I need to talk about it. I was a very shy person and would never have thought about stripping naked in front of another person. Even though my dad and I had a sexual relationship, I would not just strip and walk around with my cock and balls hanging loose. After what happened the other day, things have changed. I don't feel comfortable wearing clothes. But it's more than that also. It was what they did to me. Not just the things that you know about but the rest. You did not know that one of the Indians stuffed his prick down my throat and fucked my face. His prick was filthy and stunk of his unwashed spunk and cheesy build up. I wanted more."
I interrupted him and told him that I already figured that one out because when I found him there was yellow and red paint on his lips and face. He just looked at me and continued.
"The thing that you don't know is that I really got turned on by everything they did. No, I did not want to be scalped or castrated. I really did not want the pinecone stuck up my ass because it was too much and too fast, but the rest I wanted and got off on it. They both pissed all over me even in my face and mouth. I almost came right then. They pulled me up off the ground by my nuts and even though the pain was intense I shot my load. But, more than what they did was the feeling of being helpless and being totally in their control and being used for their sexual pleasure. I felt owned by them and wanted more. To make it worse my feelings have still continued. I still have the same desire for raunch and to be owned and used to satisfy a man's sexual urges. I was even turned on when they pierced my nipples. I probably would have been also when they pierced my cock if I had not passed out from the intrusion of my ass hole. I must admit some other things also. When I asked you to tie me up when you removed the thorns and to gag me, it was not just to keep from screaming. I wanted you to do it. I wanted to be helpless and in your control. When I took my first piss and it sprayed all over you, I was embarrassed. Not because I pissed on you but that it turned me on to see my hot urine spray all over you. I know that you think I am sick. But you are one hot looking man and I want to serve you. I want you to own me."
I never replied. I just kept driving on in silence. I could tell this was making him nervous. I asked him for more water, we drank two more dippers full. Then I said it was my turn to talk without interruption. I knew what I had to say was going to be hard for both of us. I did not plan out what I was going to say I just started.
"Tom, I really do not know what to say. I am afraid anything I do say will hurt you and I do not want to do that because I think you have been hurt enough. But, since we are having true confessions, I want to say several things. First of all I do not think you are sick. After I am finished, I think you will understand."
I paused and took my breath and asked for more water. The heat was unreal and even though we were both naked we were both sweating. I could feel it running down my back and dripping into my ass crack. I then continued.
"When I left Philadelphia I knew that my life was not complete. I knew that there was something that was nagging me down deep. I did not know what. I felt cramped in the city. I wanted to feel free and to find out what was out there in the world that would make my life fulfilled. I had a girlfriend but knew that I was not ready to move on into a deeper relationship. I had never had sex with her or anyone else. My only release had been wanking my meat. I had no desires for any other sex. This satisfied me physically and I never gave any thought to emotional satisfaction."
"When I met you and discovered your situation and what the Indians had and were about to do to you infuriated me and I got angry. I shot my first man. I destroyed a man's manhood by pulverizing his balls. Then I looked at you. Pity came over me. You looked so innocent spread eagle on the ground in your unconcience state. You also were so sexy and I began to feel urges that I had never had before. But, since they were new I was able to put them aside and let the pity control me. All I wanted to do was to take care of you and to heal you."
"Since I met you things have been changing so fast that I am confused about a lot of it. You have brought out desires in me that I have never felt before. You have made me have thoughts and fantasies that I never dreamed about. As far as what we have experienced together that is also moving too fast for me to apprehend. I do not know where it is going. I do not want to plan anything. I do know that I have been turned on by everything that has happened. Your dick has not been soft since I first saw you and neither has mine. Just look at us now both traveling along a deserted roadway naked with immense erections. Now for a few confessions. When your piss sprayed on me, it took all I could do to stop myself from grabbing my prick and work it to a shooting climax. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. When I tied you up I told myself that it was so I could care for your injuries, but down deep I wanted to see you helpless again. The first night that we went to bed I covered myself because I figured I was going to have a nocturnal wet dream. I did not want to embarrass you or myself. The next morning when you were playing with me I felt like running, not because I was turned off, it was because I wanted it to happen and I was not ready to handle it. The next night was the most wonderful experience of my life todate. I have never felt more fulfilled, but I still yearn for more. I am sure there are a lot of things for me to experience yet, but I still have a lot to learn and see. I do know that I have now achieved the feeling of completeness and freedom that I was seeking when I started this journey. Being naked is a part of it, but not all of it by far. As I said that I do not know where this is going. As far as owning you, no I don't want to at this time. I am afraid if I owned you, then you would own me also and that would destroy this feeling of freedom. Any way in a little over a week we will reach Pittsburgh, you will start up your forge and I will go on with my adventure. I don't know where it will take me because I do not want to plan it I just want it to happen. That is also what I want until we reach Pittsburgh."
Chapter 9
The silence when I was finished was unreal. I was afraid to say any more and I think Tom was also. I could not tell if what I had said made him any happier or any sadder. I just knew that I had to say it just as he had to say what he felt. He leaned over with out saying anything and dipped us some more water. I drank another two big dippers full. I could start to feel that my bladder was full and had that feeling that I needed to relieve myself. Tom apparently felt the same way because after a few minutes he asked me to pull over so he could take a piss. I stopped the wagon and he jumped down. As his feet hit the dirt a puff of dust flew up around his feet. I looked over at him and saw that his back was to me and could tell he was trying to piss. I asked what the problem was and he said he was too hard. I told him I never seemed to have that problem. I stood up and said. "Tom?" He turned to face me and as he did I let fly with my hot piss hitting him in the face and he immediately fell to his knees and leaned back on his haunches and let my piss soak his body. His hard cock soon joined mine and an arch of piss began to flow up in the air falling back onto his body and mixing with my own. I cut the flow and jumped down in front of him. This surprised him and his flow stopped also. I saw that the dust had now turned into mud in front of him and I felt it ooze up between my toes. I saw that when I jumped down some of the steaming piss mud had splashed on this thighs and stomach. I straddled his legs and pulled his head by the hair and shoved my cock down his throat and resumed unloading my piss into his mouth. As he swallowed my cock got harder and he cut loose with another arch of piss. His rod was hard and it flew up and caught me in the crotch. The feeling of his throat around my cock swallowing and his hot piss coating my cock and balls almost drew me over the edge.
When our pissing finally subsided I looked into his eyes and asked him if he liked that. He just smiled and asked if I did. I told him not a whole lot, just enough to make him my personal toilet until we got to Pittsburgh. His smile turned to a grin as I helped him to his feet. I grabbed him and hugged him to me and kissed him. I could taste my piss on his mouth and our bodies were slick with our piss. I was so turned on that I pulled away and told him to get over and face the wagon and grab the front wheel. I reached into the wagon and found a six foot long piece of rawhide. I tied his hands to the wheel and then kicked his feet apart about four feet. I reached down and grabbed his butt. I spread his cheeks and knelt to look at his hole. It was twitching as I spit a gob and hit his hole. I stood up and moved between his legs and began rubbing my cock head up and down his ass crack. I was oozing precum and it lubed his crack. Then I found his hole and place my cock head at the entrance and with one hard shove I pushed all the way into him. He screamed and began tossing his head and yelling for me to fuck the shit out of him. I felt his ass begin to spasm around my cock the feeling was sending me over the edge. I kept ploughing into him and soon felt his ass start to spasm again and grip my cock. This went on for quite a while until I felt my balls pull up and felt a tingling in my nuts and I began to unload into the depths of his guts. I pulled out of him and he fell to his knees and leaned his head into the hub of the wheel. I untied his hands and pulled him up. I saw gobs of cum all over the spokes of the wheel. I had never seen so much. It was dripping all over. I could see that it was all over the ground laying in pearly globs in the dust. He looked at me and asked me if I enjoyed that. I just replied with a smile. "It was OK for a starter." He knelt down in front of me and moved toward my now soft prick. I saw that it was glistening with my cum and was coated in shit. I stopped him and told him no. He said he just wanted to clean it off. I still said no and when he asked why, I just said. I want to kiss you and don't think I am quite ready to taste your shit. I walked over to the wagon and grabbed a rag and wet it and cleaned off my cock and left him still kneeling in the dust and pissy mud. I stood behind him and with my foot shoved him forward so that he fell face down in the muck. I put my bare foot on his ass and shoved his groin into the slime of dirt, piss and cum. Then I told him to get his ass on the wagon. I laid the piece of raw hide between us and pulled him to me and we kissed a long passionate deep throated kiss. I felt his tongue almost down to my tonsils and then I licked the inside of his mouth. When we stopped to catch our breath I began to drive the team and head down the road. I looked over at him and he was covered in mud from the waist down. It was matted in his pubic hair and covered his now soft cock. God, was he sexy looking.
Chapter 10
Within the hour we came to ford in a stream. I could tell that the water below the ford was deeper. I pulled up the wagon on the bank and jumped down and unhitched the team and led them to the water. Tom had untied my horse and led him to the water also. I took a running leap and dove into the water below the ford and Tom was right behind me. We frolicked in the cold water letting it wash off all the muck from our naked bodies like two kids. I got out and went to the wagon and got some of the homemade soap and jumped back in and moved to a shallower part where the water reached only above my knees. I began to lather my body and wash my hair. Tom joined me and took the soap and worked up a good lather on my back. He massaged my shoulders and moved down to my ass crack. The feeling as he worked his fingers up and down my crack felt great. When his fingers began to caress my hole, I thought I was going to faint. It felt so good. He slowly inserted one finger into my ass and started to rub it along my prostate. My cock was standing up and twitching. I made him pull out before I shot a load. I wanted to save it. I turned Tom around and did the same to him. I washed his long hair and his chest and also his cock and balls. I grabbed him and dunked us both and rinsed off the strong soap.
We climbed to the bank and lay down on a large flat rock. The heat of the early summer sun had warmed the rock and it felt good against our cool wet skin. We lay there letting the sun's rays dry our bodies and held each other. We kissed. Not a passionate sexual kiss, just one of love that joined our bodies and souls together. I lay my head on Tom's stomach and started to play with his cock. I pulled the foreskin back and teased the glands with my finger. I visually explored this part of his anatomy and thought how beautiful this part of a man can be. I moved further down and had the urge to taste his hard meat. He did not move to stop me as I stuck out my tongue and ran it under his foreskin over his glands. He just lay with his eyes closed and moaned but did not move a muscle. I slowly moved down and let his total shaft slip between my lips until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I could smell the soap but also the musky odors of a man between his legs. I let his cock go and moved to his balls. I took one then both in my mouth and moved them around in their sack with my tongue. I let them slip out of my mouth and started to lick the area between his sack and his ass hole. I wanted to taste that source of my earlier pleasure. I moved between his legs for better access and he pulled his knees up. I began to lick again moving lower with each flick of my tongue. Soon I was running my tongue around his hot ass hole. I stuck my tongue out and pointed it and shoved right into the middle of his pucker. I was surprised that it entered him about an inch and that I was tasting the inside of his shit chute. Tom began to stroke his cock. This was getting to him and after about four strokes it shoved him over the edge and he began to shoot out another load of hot man spunk. I felt his hole tighten around my tongue with every shot and this caused me to drop my wad also. He collapsed back and so did I. We just lay there letting the sun soak into our bodies.
I got up and walked down to the waters edge. Tom soon joined me and asked me if I was all right. I said no that I had to piss. He fell to his knees to take my cock into his mouth. I looked down at him and shook my head and told him to stand up. I could see a look of disappointment on his face. He stood in front of me and I told him to turn around. He looked at me confused. I then told him to grab his ankles. I stuck my cock up his hot chute and unloaded my hot fluids giving him a good piss enema. He just screamed out "Oh, yes!"
He stood up and smiled at me and asked what he was supposed to do now. I said that he probably should go into the bushes and unload. Then I said, "but not until you have too. I want you to hold it as long as you can." I reached down and picked up the bar of soap where I had dropped it earlier and began to wash the cum off of my face and body. Tom still stood there watching. I then soaped up my ass crack and walked over to him and bent over. I said. "OK, Tom turn about is fair play." He asked if I was sure and told me it was going to hurt the first time. I said that I was sure it was. He placed the head of his cock to my pucker and slowly pushed forward. As his head slipped past the rings of my ass muscle I felt a searing pain and almost pulled off. But, I wanted this so bad that instead I pushed back and his whole prick was buried in my hole. I told him not to move, just piss. Soon I felt my gut begin to fill as he unloaded inside of me. When he was finished he pulled out and I clamped my muscles as tight as I could. He said now I had to hold it also as he led the horses back to the wagon and began to hitch them up again. I could tell that he was really trying to hold on because he was walking funny with his buttocks clinched tight. I knew I was doing the same. I tied my horse back to the wagon and removed his saddle and put it in side. I could not hold it anymore and ran into the nearest bushes and squatted. I could hear Tom laughing. God, I did not know that he had been that full of piss and it gushed out of me for several minutes. I got up and headed for the stream to wash my ass as Tom slowly strolled into the bush to empty his bowels. Tom joined me in the water with the soap and began to clean my ass. I returned the favor. I went to the wagon and got my hairbrush and ran it through my blond hair making it glisten in the sun. I went over to Tom and brushed his. He kissed me and said. "No one can say that we are full of shit, now."