My Fake ID

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Feedback to questions received: Our hero Ooxa? "What is up with the pronunciation (spelling)." The Mandan language has sounds and letters that do not appear in the English. Just as there are letters in English that have no corresponding Mandan letter. "X" is one of those empty letters. So the "X" was re-purposed for a Mandan sound that has no letter. Take the tip of your tongue and rest it behind your bottom teeth. Take the back of your tongue and softly push it towards the roof of your mouth. Now without tension, make the soft sound of a cat hissing.

To my Mandan readers: I meant no insult with my overly simplified English phonetic (OH-oh-Ha). I was just trying to move the story along.

-- Izzy

The patrolman smiled back in my direction. "It's really coming down now. It's only a matter of time. They're going to shut down the pass any minute. I guess it's a good thing that I your crossed my path when I did."

"Oh yeah, it's been the luckiest day of my life." I replied back smartly. What difference does a couple of fucking years on a driver's license make. Clearly a lot more than I thought. Uncle Nels is going to be so disappointed. I still sit in this police cruiser with my hands handcuffed behind my back. Still wondering how I got here and remembering...

It was as if Mike and I had just closed our eyes when we heard the pounding on the door and my cousin shouting "Ooxa you are late. You might want to know that Michael is missing as well."

I threw on my bathrobe and wobbled to the door. Cracking it open I told my cousin "I will be right there." The musky smell of stale sex hit his nose and he smiled.

"I was kidding about you having duty. You have the day off to, ummm recover, but we really do need Mike."

"I think I know where I can find him. As soon as he has a shower, and something to eat, I'll send him your way." The fuzzy blur that was Mike, crossed behind me running to the shower. I smiled blushing at Shehek and closed the door.

True to my word I made a breakfast burrito for Mike. I patted his ass as he ran out the door for the field. I did notice he winced as my hand made contact with to his, I hope, well pleasured backside.

I walked around and admired the art on the back of the trailer again. I saw a very tired Charlie staggering towards the bunkhouse. I noticed the layer of grime on him as I was winching the deck down. He heard the sound of the winch releasing and walked in my direction. He helped me set and level the back deck. "Charlie I hear the bunkhouse showers are down. Mine still works, do you want to get that layer of filth off of you before you turn in?"

"Hell yes little guy! That would be so great, thanks." With that he ran off and got clean clothes and shower supplies. I kept thinking to myself if something happens great, I'm not going to force it. I had seen his cock once in the communal showers. My mouth was watering and my ass was throbbing just thinking about it.

Shehek rounded the corner of my tiny house with a look of concern. "You know Ooxa he is married."

"She is in Denver, and he is lonely. You know the warriors in the old days could have several wives including mihdacke. Still, he's just coming over to take a shower."

"You know the showers are not broken?"

"You mean Michael lied to me!" I feigned shock, poorly of course.

My cousin presented me a box of condoms with a bow on top. "You will know when you meet the other half of your heart. Until then protect yourself. Also, you may want to empty your mailbox." I took his gift. I knew he loved me, and wanted to keep me safe. I hugged him and thanked him.

I was also curious to find out what he meant. I went to the mailbox on the end of the house, and found it filled with boxes of condoms. Each had a card saying "have fun." in a different man's script. It was nice seeing that I had so many people wanting me not to be self-destructive. What was odd was I recognized the handwriting on one of the boxes was Mike's, the man who just rode me without a condom...

I had just dropped the boxes on the table when Charlie knocked on the door. He pounded his feet off on the landing and entered the entry removing his boots. He passed me a box of Magnum condoms. "These are for you squirt... Well maybe not for you, but you might need them for, ummmm guests, ummmm I guess." I laughed as I walked to the dining room table and put them on the pile.

He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. "We all love you squirt. We just want you to be safe out there. It's not like when we were kids. There's a lot of scary shit out there. I think Eddie Murphy said it best, someday they're going to come out with a bug that just causes your pecker to burn and fall off."

"Okay Charlie..." I turned and gave him a big hug. "Tell the guys, I'll be careful." I opened the cabinet exposing the collection of condoms I had already amassed. "Considering these things do expire, I'd better start fucking like a bunny."

Charlie laughed at the image and change the conversation. "Hey pal, I'm going to be driving down to Denver to see the Mrs. I'd kind of like to follow behind you to make sure that you get through the first level of the mountains safely. What route are you taking to Burning Man?"

"Well I've made arrangements to reservation hop my way there. That way I don't have to pay for hook-up fees at trailer parks. First I will camp on Pine Ridge Reservation with friends of family near Porcupine Creek in Rockyford, South Dakota. Next I will stop at Myton, Utah on the Uintah and Ouray Reservation.

The third leg will be the longest at about 11 hours. I'll dump the tanks and fill the water bladders somewhere along that stretch. Then I will arrive at Black Rock City, Nevada and Burning Man."

"Mag, now why am I not surprised that you have this planned down to the last detail." This was the first time anyone referred to me as Mag, not little Mag. It felt really good hearing someone use Grandad's name for me.

I drew the curtains and closed the privacy doors. "Enjoy your shower Charlie." I was not going to push. "Charlie would you like a bit of breakfast before you turn in? I have enough fixings for a few more burritos. If that doesn't interest you, I can always reheat the hot dish."

I heard the water start running. "Oooh, casserole sounds good."

"Charlie you've been in the state for four years now. You should know by now, hot dish is better than casserole." We folks from Nodak do get a little bit pissy about our hot dish. Hot dish is wonderful, It has a heavy starch, with cream of mushroom soup, vegetables (normally some peas and carrots), a ground meat (more than likely ground beef), topped with tater tots and cheese.

It was so heavy, I knew if I fed it to Charlie he would be out cold within a few minutes. Damn... I thought. Oh well, at least he'll be following me down to Wounded Knee. Maybe I could try to fit him in there. I put the hot dish in the convection oven to rewarm it. He started singing off-key in the shower. Well not everyone can have a great voice like Mike.

Charlie emerged from the shower, sliding the privacy doors open. He was wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and black nylon running shorts on his huge frame. I had no idea where he was hiding his huge python but I could see it bulging the front of his shorts.

I motioned him to the now clean dining room table. I put a plate with a healthy sized portion of hot dish in front of him. "Call it casserole and I won't give you wine to go along with it." I was holding the bottle of Lambrusco that Mike left behind and a couple of glasses.

He smiled and said "I'm looking forward to enjoying this hot dish... " He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to the table, "... and maybe a bit of this hot dish for dessert?" My cousins words went through my head and I thought of Charlie's wife. My head dropped and my lip disappeared inside my mouth.

"What's wrong Mag, you seemed interested a while ago?"

I poured his wine and said "Nothing." He pushed and I replied, "I know how much you love your wife and I don't want you to feel guilty afterwards."

He laughed, "Mag, she knows I occasionally get a little trim on the side. We have an open marriage. She even knows I occasionally find myself a cute young guy like you. Hell Mag, I have shared photos of you with her." He pulled out his phone and opened his email. She actually gave him suggestions on what to do with me.

I read through some of the suggestions and could only reply with,"Golly!" I set the bottle of wine and my glass down on the table. I went back over and got a scoop of hot dish out for myself. When I turned around Charlie had already poured me a glass of wine. I could also see up the leg of his nylon shorts. I could clearly see the fabric of the jockstrap that was cradling his massive cock and balls.

I sat across from him as we enjoyed the leftovers. His knee rubbed against mine under the narrow table. I enjoyed the contact with such a manly man. He spoke. "It's so quiet in here. In the bunkhouse all we can hear is the constant ka-chunk ka-chunk of the wells. I can't hear them at all."

"It's not soundproof but it's really close."

Between the starch in the hot dish, and the three glasses of wine he enjoyed, I called it right. He was yawning by the time he finished. "God Mag, I'm sorry that double just drained the hell out of me. Would you mind if I crashed here? It's so quiet."

"Charlie go ahead. You helped build the place. The least I could let you do is take a nap." I gestured to the air chamber bed, grateful I put fresh sheets on it. I guess I chalked it up to wishful thinking.

He quickly climbed up in the bed, as I cleaned up the dinner/breakfast mess. I yawned as well, Mike really wore me out. "Charlie would you mind if I took a shower? I'll try to be quiet."

"Hell no dude! You go ahead and clean yourself up. It's your place after all. You're forgetting I'm used to living in a bunk house with twelve other guys. This is heaven."

I showered, and used Mike's addition to the shower to clean out my backside in hopes that Charlie would be able to stay awake long enough to fill my shute. When I finished I was about to turn back towards the shower curtain. I heard the sound of something hitting the floor.

I spun quickly. Looking out I realized I had forgotten to draw the shower slider and privacy screen. My eyes made contact with a very naked, very hard Charlie.

He bent down grabbing the bottle of water he dropped. The head of the angry looking purple beast was bigger around than my largest mallet. "Now look what that cute little body has done to my cock."

My cheeks burned bright red, "I am so sorry, I should have closed the screen. I wasn't thinking Charlie."

"Good don't... just get that cute little butt out here. I can use something to snuggle with as I nap." I quickly dried myself not bothering to tie my hair back. I dropped the towel to the floor and damn near jumped into the bed. He shared the two photos and a short video he just sent to his wife. She asked if he would stream the video if we fucked.

"I thought you were sleepy Charlie?"

"I still want to snuggle with you. You look like you could use a nap too. Gail doesn't get off shift for another four hours. So she wouldn't be able to watch us. She gets off on watching me play." He laid back and I snuggled against his chest. He had hair everywhere, thick mats of it.

"Will you be able to sleep that thing looks wide awake? I could try and help you, if ya want."

His hand rested on the back of my neck and slowly guided my head to the angry python. He was leaking precum freely. The stream was causing his cock to shine. My tongue swirled around the head of his shaft like a small child licking the drips from their ice cream cone.

His precum tasted different than Mike's. I didn't have a lot of experience at the time, I'd only tasted cum from two cocks, three counting myself. He groaned aloud pressing my head down upon his cock. He needed release and he needed rest.

I knew I would never be able to take his entire rod into my mouth. I grabbed low on his base and slowly pumped it while I slurped the massive bell shaped head of his cock. I didn't think it was possible to produce even more of his sticky precum. I sucked hard as I stroked my lips and hands in unison up and down his shaft. Desperately trying to feed more and more of his thick shaft into my mouth.

My jaw ached as the veiny rod slowly hit the back of my throat. I started to gag. I felt as if the hot dish was going to come out on his lap. He put his hand under my chin to pull me back off. "Easy little guy. No one's born to deep-throat the first time. To date no one has ever been able to deep-throat my tool. Hell, Gail and I have been married for ten years and she still can't do it."

I took that as a challenge. I returned to pleasuring him with even more vigor. The right hand was stroking his cock in unison with my mouth. I used my left hand to softly play with his balls. Damn they were huge. I desperately tried to fit it down my throat time and time again but couldn't get past the gag reflex.

I settled on stroking his shaft and sucking hard. I was swirling my tongue around the head of his shaft. After fifteen minutes of fervent action I felt him twitch, as his cock exploded in my mouth. He didn't taste the same as Mike, but it did taste good.

I was filled with pride as Charlie announced, "Oh Mag, you're a great little cocksucker. Now get up here so I can get some sleep. I'm going to need to have all my energy to drill that ass. The Mrs. is expecting a good show."

I return to my previous position snuggling hard against his chest. He pulled the comforter up over both of us then kissed my forehead. "You are such a good kid." We drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

I awoke to find the most delightful sensation emanating from my groin. I opened my eyes to find Charlie with his lips wrapped around my cock. "Damn how long did I sleep, and please don't stop?"

But he stopped and answered my question, "Six hours. Mike must have really kept you awake last night. He's good at that. Gail just rang in on Skype and said she wanted to see me wake you up." He returned to his task, pointing the phone up my body.

His wife made the proper introduction. She called me a cutie and then asked for me to take the phone and point it at her husband. It was so weird recording his slobbering on my cock for a woman I had only met on the phone.

He was just at the point where I was about to shoot my load. He suddenly stopped. "We have time for this. I think my wife would love to see me enter that tight little ass of yours."

I told him the big screen TV mounted to the wall had a HD camera built in. It also had several apps including Skype. I reached over to my tablet turning the TV on. I pulled up the Skype app and handed the tablet to Charlie to login. Once the connection was established Charlie handed the tablet back to me.

Gail was thrilled with the image flooding her screen. "It gets better ma'am." I connected to the security cameras in the master bedroom. I streamed both cameras networking them into the Skype connection so she could pick up the action from pretty much any angle. "This wasn't why I put these in, but I guess it is a good benefit."

"Oh thank you so much Mag and please, stop calling me ma'am. I'm Gail or mistress. To you I want to be Gail. You boys continue to play."

At which point Charlie replied, "Yes mistress, I will pleasure the young master's hole well." Charlie pulled me into a passionate kiss and rested my back on the mattress. He then looked at me as if he was waiting for instruction. Gail saw I had a puzzled look on my face. She said Charlie liked power bottoms. People who could direct him to fill their pleasure.

I looked at Charlie, "Would you like to eat my ass now?" Gail interrupted me telling me I should direct Charlie to eat my ass. "Charlie get down here and pleasure my ass with that tongue and mouth. Get my ass ready for that fat cock of yours." He replied with a vigorous yes master!

This was such a bizarre concept. Gail said I should be a little more forceful. Both with my verbal commands and my treatment of Charlie. I grabbed his head and ground it against my ass. I was torn, his five o'clock shadow felt like I was rubbing a Brillo pad on the tender flesh. At the same time his tongue was buried deep inside my ass, and the heat radiating off it was wonderful. I moaned as my hips rocked on his face. I was craving his cock in my ass but something told me Gail would have stopped that command. At least for now.

Gail told Charlie he was being lazy in his rimming of my ass. She directed him to nibble around the edges of my ring to make the tender flesh pink, hot and full of blood. His nibbles continued upward as he softly kissed, licked, and nibbled my perineum.

Charlie took one of my balls into his mouth licking and sucking on it. At the same time he took his fat middle finger and slid it in my ass. I inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion Gail chastised him, "You didn't lube first. Your master is not used to asking for everything. You must think of what he forgets."

Charlie responded with, "Yes, Mistress! I am sorry sweet Master." I reached up to the headboard and grabbed the Astroglide off the shelf. I presented him the bottle telling him he knew what needed to be done. He replied with "Yes master!"

The lid clicked open as I heard him squeeze a little lube into his palm. He slowly dipped his fingers into it and returned to massaging my hole. His middle finger glided across the rim sending electric shocks through my body. He softly pushed against the pucker penetrating my hot ass. "OH, FUCK! MORE!" I couldn't believe those words just came out of me.

Charlie took it as a command and inserted a second finger twisting, then spreading them. My hips were rocking on the bed yearning for more contact and more sensation. He provided that sensation with the insertion of a third finger.

Gail was on the big screen finger fucking her twat. With one hand she spread her pussy lips wide. The other hand was busy as well, shoving her index finger into her twat while her thumb penetrated her ass. I think Charlie would have enjoyed the view more. But I did admire her dexterity.

Charlie then wrapped his lips around my cock. Sucking it deeply into his mouth and throat. All the while he continued to fuck my ass with his meaty digits. Gail never lost control, I was amazed when she yelled at the screen for Charlie to release my cock. She could tell just from the expression on my face I was about to fill his mouth with my seed.

Gail said tenderly, "Mag sweetie, I would like to see you roll over on your stomach. I want to see if that pretty hole is ready yet." I rolled over on my stomach, pressing my chest into the mattress. Charlie lifted my midsection up re-positioning and spreading my legs. With my ass now elevated, he spread the cheeks so Gail could examine my hole. "Oh, I think he's ready! You did good Charlie." He replied with a thank you mistress.

"Mag do you want to feel Charlie inside you now?"

I replied with a "Please Miss Gail. Charlie put that fuck stick in my ass." Charlie's head lined himself up when Gail issued a warning to go slow that he was not to hurt me. Another yes mistress.

I personally didn't care whether he split me in two. Charlie skinned a magnum condom onto his cock then lubed it up. When he pressed it against my hole, I could feel his bulbous cock head spreading my ring. It felt as if my sphincter was on fire as it slid within me.

Charlie's cock confused me. He had a wide bell shaped cock head perched on the end of his slightly narrower shaft. Once the head was through I knew that was the worst part. He gave me some time to adjust to the size and slowly started pressing in. My hands were gripping the sheets.

I was babbling incoherently as his thick member continued making its entrance. I looked back at the television. Gail switched from her fingers to a large vibrating dildo. A double dildo in fact. In no time one head entered her ass, and the other head was buried deep in her cunt.

His entry seemed like it took a lifetime. At long last I felt his curly bush making contact with my ass cheeks. Sweat was freely flowing off every part of my body. Charlie slowly licked the salty brine from the back of my neck. Gail responded with, "Ooh, that was hot babe." Charlie responded with thank you mistress and sucked in even more of the sweat.

The flare on his bell shaped head was remarkable as it stroked my prostate. It stroked and brushed against the interior rings of my body increasing my pleasure as it popped and slid along its way. I had a feeling that it's unusual shape also increased his pleasure and sensitivity.

I could feel his breathing shortening he was taking tiny gasps of air. He too was now sweating and he let out a loud shout as his orgasm filled the condom. He collapsed on my back driving me into the mattress. My cock erupted against the mattress. The sounds from the TV told me Gail had reached her climax as well.

My last couple of days on the drilling site were uneventful. Laughing Coyote warned everyone that I was fasting and that I shouldn't be around the heavy equipment by myself. At that time my play time with both Mike and Charlie came to an end. It was traditional to go on a long fast before a ritual sweat, to purify oneself.

My last task was signing off on the certifying papers for both of my apprentices as welders. As I picked up my final pay envelope Michael kissed and hugged me wishing me a safe journey. Charlie told me there was no sense in returning to the site. He directed me just to give him a call and he and Gail would join me out on the rez, and we would go on from there. Gail was so turned on by our remote play that she flew in so that she could accompany Charlie and I on the way back.

I was alone with Chris and Shehek. "I don't know how I can thank you for the gift of these last two years. Without you I would be dead." Both men collapsed against me hugging me and kissing my forehead.

Chris told me he knew I was a good kid and it was no risk. Then he kissed my cousin on his lips telling him to call after the sweat and he would ride out and pick him up. "Take care of yourself Mag. Be careful, but have fun. I hope you find what you're looking for."

The heat in the lodge was intense. But after time it felt like a warm blanket wrapping around me. The songs of Laughing Coyote and the other men added to my state of euphoria. I felt myself lifted out of my body. Suddenly, I was out on the plains it was a sunny day. I could smell the prairie grass heavy with morning dew.

There was a smell of lavender perfume, it was my mother's scent. I turned and I saw her, the way she looked when I was little. She was lovely in her beaded white buckskin dress. She wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. She was saying something but I could not hear. She then pointed me down a path. The path became a highway. Then I saw her off in the distant horizon beckoning me to come.

The image of my mother vanished as the sun faded. It was replaced by the cloak of night. A cool night breeze came in. I turned to see a tall, strong man. It was as if I could only see him in shadow. "Come little one. You have much to learn and see. I will wait for you, you are mine."

I woke from my vision in tears. Knowing it was my time to go. Not knowing if I would ever return. My mother's action in my vision was clear. I told the men of my vision. All agreed it was good to see my mother and she and the lone man were blessing and watching over my journey.

One of my other uncles looked upon me saying without doubt, "You, will return to the Mandan. Your place is deeply rooted in the prairie and with our people. You will return to us Ooxa. Do not fear that you could not hear your mother. Because your journey is a long one and she waits for you at the end. Your mind is not yet quiet. In time you will hear her."

Laughing Coyote and Uncle Nels helped me into my home. We had a light meal to break our fast. Shehek put me to bed and called for Chris to pick him up. "We will see you before you go." He kissed my head and Chris hugged me and they went their way.

My uncle requested I stay on the reservation another day to recover from the sweat. I obliged him. He showed up that day with his new attorney. He had fired the lawyer and accountant that my father had used for years. He had a charter of Incorporation. It would make it easier for me to get work as I traveled, if I was operating as a remote element of the family business.

He told me he had a plan to diversify the business. He wanted to make an affordable homes division based on my tiny house. In Williston there's a huge shortage of affordable housing. Metal frame tiny or container homes would solve that problem very nicely. The best part was because they were modular they could be scaled up for larger families. He hired my former shop teacher to head up that division.

I showed him some of the sketches that I had been working on. He laughed when he saw I was already planning on replacing my tiny house with something larger. "This one's designed for when I set down roots." I scanned my designs and shot them to him in an email. I promise to do the same as other thoughts came into my mind and I had discovered new products.

I could work for my uncle, he had always been fair. Uncle Nels also explained that he had made me the vice president and co-owner, thus primary surviving partner. He laughed saying, "Of course this is just in case something happened to me Mag, I want you to take over the family business. I'm not planning on going anywhere in a hurry. But, uff-da Mag, you paid your dues."

I was concerned that Pete and Nels' other children would have issue. But Pete was there and said none of the other kids were interested in the welding shop or any of the construction holdings. "Tre, you have done more for, and with, the company than any of us. Grandad would want you to take over. Maybe that'll be reason enough to come back someday."

Nels added, "Throw me 5% of your profits and we'll handle your taxes, licensing and fees. I'll throw you a percentage of all of the container homes we sell."

With a handful of signatures Nels and I were partners. When they had left I called Charlie and told them we would depart the next day. He and Gail stayed in town at a hotel a little one-on-one time I assume. "We'll be there at first light little guy."

Before dawn, I dumped the waste tanks, performed a brake check on the vehicle, and loaded just enough water for the trip. The thing about loading water bladders, water is heavy. You only carry what you need. With the shipping doors closed it looked like a wood box rolling down the highway. A wood box with really nice artwork on the back end.

As the sun rose off the horizon, I performed a ritual smudge to center and purify myself. It was a habit I returned to after dad threw me out. Not knowing how long I would be away my aunt and I spent a lot of time the last month making smudge sticks with scents to remind me of home.

When Charlie and Gayle arrived I offered to make breakfast both of them said it was way too early to eat. With that we rolled out of New Town, and my journey began. We stopped for breakfast in Watford City. It took us an hour to get within 30 miles of Williston. I laughed and looked at Gail pointing and I said, "I can see my house from here."

We stopped a couple of times and Gail would jump between vehicles. She wanted to get to know me. She was cool, Charlie never told me that she was a painter. Occasionally should flip her phone up and show me some of her work. She told me how happy she was to find out her husband was a certified welder now. "He's getting a little too old to keep working as a roughneck. I worry about Him. The pay is good but it's not worth the risk."

Seven hours after we began we arrived at my cousin's friend's home.

Ken Dark Moon guided me back to a portion of Porcupine Creek that was hidden by a hill. "Don't take this the wrong way you don't look like your cousin. However under that white skin your bones tell the story, you are one of us. Did you know your grandmother taught at our school?" I shook my head no. "She was one of my favorites. You have her face." I blushed thanking him.

He asked me if I wanted to take a look at the welding job they had lined up for me. I pulled my Indian off the back of the truck while Charlie and Gail set up the trailer. Ken had a classic Harley Sportster and we rode over to the school. He introduced me to the school administrator. "Would you believe the contractor said this would take six days and cost us at least $10,000 with per diem to repair?"

I quickly looked at the large bent gate. "He was raping you. There's not much wrong with the frame it just needs to be straightened. You have the square stock. So it'll take me a couple hours to weld this back together. A wire brushing will take out the blemishes. Six hours tops.

There could be something wrong with the gate motor. There's no way to know that until I can see it operating. That would not be me replacing it. Before I leave you at this gate will be operating smoothly tomorrow. Ken, it doesn't feel right to charge you for this either, we'll call it lot rental. Just send the other contractor's estimate to my uncle so we can claim it as a charitable loss."

Both Ken and the administrator slapped my back calling it a good deal. Ken promised to cover my meals. As we were walking back to our bikes Ken asked if I was a two spirit. I knew what he meant, I just hated the term.

"I don't care for that phrase Ken. With the Mandan we believe each person is given four spirits two for this life, and two for the next. I am mihdacke, a dancer and maker."

Ken looked shamefully in my direction. "I did not mean to offend you. My son has been teaching us so many new words. I just got used to him being gay, now he says that name is offensive to him he prefers to be two spirit. Our world is changing too quickly for me." I agreed and we laughed "You are going to Burning Man?" I nodded. "My son has always wanted to go. He starts at UCLA during the winter session. I don't suppose you could use a traveling companion?"

It took me a second to figure it out that Ken was trying to set me up with his son. If his son looked as cute as he did, I might just agree. When I got back out to the campsite there were two four wheelers next to the trailer. Ken introduce me to his wife, and his son Rob Tokala... I laughed at the serendipity of the meeting. A Mandan "Red Fox" on a spirit journey discovers a Lakota Fox. Still, oh gawd he was pretty! I was grateful to keep those thoughts in my head. Gail whispered to me that I was drooling. I elbowed her back.

Gail and Charlie managed to open the awnings covering the expansive glass windows, and the box was starting to look like a home again. Both Rob and Ken announced that the shipping containers could solve a problem with housing on the reservation. I agreed with them telling them they don't cost that much. With the trade imbalance there's currently a glut of them sitting and rusting at the ports and rail yards.

Rob told me he was a journalism student at UCLA. He'd like to shoot 'Ooxa's Lodge' for the local paper. I smiled saying, "That would be great. Your father said you were heading to UCLA for the winter semester. I was considering going to LA after visiting Burning Man." You could light bonfires with this guy's smile on hearing that.

I turn to Ken asking would the administrator like to show the industrial arts students 'The Lodge.' The school could actually assemble one container home per year. If you combine the carpentry shop, the metal shop, and the electrical labs.

He said it sounded like a practical solution. The community would get something back from keeping the industrial arts program alive. Ken then asked Rob if he would be willing to be my assistant on the repair of the school's gates. "Our brother Ooxa is donating his time for the repair, we should help him." Rob agreed. "Ooxa, it would be wise to drop your window coverings on the highway side of your lodge. We have had some unpleasant experiences with the Mexican drug cartels in recent days."

I think Ken realized the family was impacting the short time I had left with Gail and Charlie. He left with his family promising to come out in the morning to guide my friends to the highway. Then he said that he and Rob would take me to breakfast before starting on the gates.

As soon as they crested the hill Charlie was on me like white on rice. After a series of passionate kisses, Gail wisely recommended we obey Ken's suggestion. Not only did we lower and secure the highway side window protectors and awnings. We sealed the back of the box and raised the porch. I liked to seeing my artwork anyway.

No sooner had we climbed into the living room and closed the doors, Gail pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. I must have had a shocked look on my face when we broke contact. "Mag, is that the first time you kissed a girl?" I nodded and she replied, "I couldn't tell. You're a good kisser." I blushed and Charlie kissed me as well.

Gail and I moved over to the sofa while Charlie walked to the kitchen and popped the cork on a bottle of merlot. For a kid under twenty-one, I sure had a hell of a lot of booze coming into this house.

The smoky flavor was okay. It kind of tasted like licking an oak tree though. Gail was enjoying it. She was also running her other hand up my thigh, and playing with my basket. I hate to say, though she was a beautiful woman, the only reason I got hard, was the fact that I was already imagining my Lakota Fox, and then there was Charlie. It was fun kissing her, but there was just something missing.

Charlie took over the detail of kissing her as my head dropped into his lap. I unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. I was so happy to discover that he had gone commando during the drive. There is something about that smell of male musk and a sweaty crotch. My head started to bob up and down on his crotch. I was able to fit more of his massive tool in my mouth. Gail was clearly impressed. I didn't have much technique but I made up for it with enthusiasm.

Charlie started pulling Gail's flimsy sundress up. I was a bit shocked to discover that Charlie was not the only one who went without underwear. Her pussy was well stretched, no doubt by Charlie's ample package. Gail got Charlie naked from the waist up and he stood. It took me very little time to catch up and get naked with the two of them.

Seeing Charlie stand there with his naked upper torso, it was as if a switch flipped in my head. I rose and nestled alongside of him under his arm. His hand drop down over my back and caressed my ass cheek, as his fingers stroked along the flesh inside my crack. I was content to stand playing with his pecks until Gail worked his pants down over his beautiful ass. The sight of his fully exposed enormous cock drove me to my knees. Gail and I started taking turns sucking on Charlie's rock hard cock.

It was apparently too much for him, he ended up collapsing onto the couch. Both of us took a knee by each side and continued teasing, licking, and sucking his cock. He was looking down at the two of us as if he had just scratched off a winning lottery ticket.

I laughed, I've never thought of myself as good looking. I knew I wasn't hideous but no one was ever interested in me. I mean I had friends but between dad's reputation, and the gay vibe I was apparently putting off... let's just say I was lonely most of the time. The last few weeks I've had people telling me how good-looking I am. It's a hard transition to make. Don't get me wrong, flattery rocks! I just wish it was there during the awkward geeky years.

It was also quite apparent that Gail missed her husband. Without warning She was straddling his hips, she crowned his scepter with her cunt. I was feeling like a definite third wheel until Charlie asked me to eat her ass.

Gail was moaning as she lowered herself onto Charlie's cock. My tongue disappeared inside her ass and she started to grind back and forth. She actually began fucking herself on my tongue. I was imagining what I wanted to be doing with Rob and Mike. How warped is that?

Gail stopped her gyrations. "Mag, would you be willing to fuck my ass while Charlie takes care of my twat? This is been a fantasy of mine for a very long time, and you're packing the right equipment. I mean it's quite clear why they called you fox."

I thoroughly lubed and finger fucked her ass, as I clumsily rolled on a condom. Then I climbed up kissing my way up her spine, until I sucked on her neck and ear lobe. She did have a really nice looking ass. It was very easy to imagine myself sticking my dick in Rob's hole.

This wasn't her first rodeo. I could tell that as my cock slid into her anal ring without much resistance. Her hole felt good. It was kind of weird feeling Charlie's cock rubbing against mine through the flesh that separated the vaginal from the anal chamber.

Although Gail was thin and a bit on the short side, Charlie and I were not. The couch quickly became an impediment to the escalating antics. This was punctuated when I slid off the couch and out of her ass. My knee hit the hardwood floors with a shuttering thud, with my face planting in the small of her back just above her ass. I let out a loud "Fuck!"

Charlie laughed then asked, "You okay little Mag?"

"Yeah, but I think we may want to take this somewhere where we'll have some room to spread out." Without giving it a second thought he stood while still buried inside Gail. He followed me carrying Gail to the bedroom occasionally bouncing her on his cock. Once inside the room I could see her legs wrapped completely around his waist unwilling to yield their hold on her husband.

I reentered her tight hole and we began to grind. We varied stroke occasionally, Charlie and I would both thrust in at the same time. It was made clear she preferred one of us to be pushing in while the other was pulling out. So we ended up fucking her holes like some erotic two-cycle engine. One piston sliding out while the other thrusting in.

At long last the three separate entities, shuttered in one unified orgasm. We collapsed one upon the other then rolled to our backs filling the bed. I looked out the window at the stars which had come out.

We talked about the future. Gail said I was always welcome at their house in Denver. We made plans that someday we would meet again. I would learn these are the kind of things that you say but never mean.

Shortly after we dropped off into a deep sleep.

I had my dream again. I was locked in a tall stone tower. Something else was weird, I was a fox. I mean a real fucking fox with four legs, tail, red fur, and pointed nose. There was only one companion in the room, it was only a slimy frog. The sunset over the hills and the sky went dark.

A cool breeze blew into the hot tower and I curled my body around the slimy frog to keep it warm. Out the window a dragon appeared and let loose a tongue of fire. There was a loud shriek but when the fire ended, there were two of us still in the tower. I was return to my normal form but the man before me was shapeless. "Do not fear my fox, I will protect you. I am waiting for you."

I awoke with a start, unable to go back to sleep.

Authors note:

Regrettably the last stay at the spa was a bust. My body rejected the donor lung lobe almost immediately. Barring extreme (and unacceptable) procedures, my pulmonologist has given me my "expiration date" of six to twenty-four months on the very outside.

I have a couple series in my head I hope I can get them out before it is too late. I think I know why Clio, Erato, and Calliope gave me the end of this story first. They saw what 'The Fates' were up to. Clotho will spin no more, Lachesis has measured my final length, and I can feel Atropos resting her shears on the thread that is my life.

I am not wanting pity, that is part of the reason why I hide behind a nom de plume. I am also not into self pity. I intend to fight for every single day I can have, but will do it how I have lived, on MY terms. If death tries to steal even one day from me, I'll rip his fucking nipples off. I think you folks deserve to know the why, when the stories stop.

My daughter has access to the last chapter of this series and has promised to post it, if I "go" before this story is done. She laughed at the irony, my journals inspired her to journal, and then to write professionally. Now she knows they inspired me to write as well.

For those who are following my Jono Tale, there will be another chapter. Something wonderful has happened. I just have to see how things work out. Know this gentle readers I am very, very happy, and will continue to write so long as I draw breath.

--Izzy