Red Lightning
by Nifty Boy
Chapter 1: The Horse Thief
Red Lightning opened his eyes and yawned. It was early morning and still pitch dark in the tipi he shared with youths of his age. He sat up and rubbed his eyes sleepily. The air was stifling, made hotter by the heat of the sleeping bodies of his friends lying close by. He slid his blanket off and groped for a thin rope and small pouch with nuts that he prepared the evening before. He was naked except for an anklet at his left leg. He silently got up and glanced around, hoping that he didn't wake anybody. Wild Coyote, one of his friends, stirred but then turned on his side and continued sleeping. Red Lightning carefully stepped out of the tipi and stretched and yawned again. He fastened the pouch to the rope to it and tied it around his hips. It was hot, but the air was cleaner than inside the tipi and he soon felt more awake.
He glanced around furtively, but apart from the sound of snoring the village was quiet. Since weeks Red Lightning had planned to sneak away from the village, ever since he overheard a trader talk about a large herd of horses a day's walk west. Traders came irregularly to their village, and everyone was excited when one visited and told stories. Since he heard the trader talk about the horses, Red Lightning's thoughts were fixed on how to catch one. He was dreaming of owning a horse and wanted to catch one himself. It would give him a lot of prestige with his friends and even with the braves of his village.
Usually he was one of the latest to rise, but today he woke up early enough to sneak away without anybody noticing. He realized that he had forgotten his breechcloth inside the tipi. He hesitated and wondered if he should crawl back in to get it, but then decided to remain naked. He anyway wore very little most of the time. Since they became teenagers, his friends all started wearing fitted breechcloths, with the cloth tucked between the legs and looped around a belt in the back and front. Red Lightning in contrast usually wore just a simple rope around his hips with a small piece of cloth attached to it in the front, barely covering his penis. His friends often made jokes about his bare ass, but he knew that quite a number of girls and even some boys and braves glanced at him appreciatively when they thought he didn't notice it.
Red Lightning tried to get away with as small a flap covering his penis as possible. The piece of cloth he was wearing since a few months was so small and narrow that he has to get rid of his pubic hair. The evening before, he used wax of a candle to become completely smooth. He reached down and touched his pubic region, checking whether he had been thorough, but he felt completely smooth without any hair.
Last year he grew quite a lot and he was nearly as tall as some of the braves. He was slim and willowy, with long limbs and clearly defined muscles. He had almond shaped eyes and long, black hair and a number of girls had shown their interest in him in a quite obvious manner.
Like his friends, he became hard often during the day when they played. The tiny piece of cloth hanging in front of his penis was unable to hide his erection once he became excited. At the beginning, his friends laughed and giggled whenever Red Lightning's cock pointed straight up. After a while, everybody was used to it and it was normal for boys of his age got hard all the time anyway. Once he became excited, he stroked himself until he shot off his seed and sometimes a boy or girl even helped him masturbating.
Red Lightning noticed the first rays of the sun appearing at the horizon and started walking in the opposite direction. The ground was pleasantly warm and comfortable under his bare feet, but he knew that soon the sun would start burning down. After an hour, there was enough light to see clearly where he set his feet and he started to jog. He knew he could keep the speed for hours, and he was soon breathing deeply and regularly, with sweat running down his smooth body and his skin glistening under the hot sun.
After a few hours he arrived at a small river and he took a break and drank. He waded into the water to cool down and splashed around. He rested for some minutes and ate some nuts. After he felt sated, he got up and continued jogging westwards.
Shortly after midday he noticed a herd of horses grazing about a mile away. He slowed and walked towards the herd until he arrived at a fence. He spotted a gate and opened it and entered through. He approached the herd slowly. He stopped and remained still, watching the horses. A black foal stared back at him and he made soft, cooing noises. The foal snorted and looked confused, since it probably had never seen a naked youth before. After a while it started walking towards him. Red Lightning slowly crouched and tore out some grass and held it out to the foal. It hesitated at first, but then started nibbling at the grass. Red Lightning gently patted its neck and side to calm it. He started walking slowly backwards towards the gate. The foal followed him until they were both outside the gate.
He patted the foal for some minutes. Once the foal was calm, he carefully untied the rope around his waist and fastened it loosely around the neck of the horse. He pulled gently at the rope and the foal started following him while Red Lightning continued talking softly to calm the animal. They walked eastwards and he estimated that they would arrive at the village in the afternoon of the next day. He was excited and already imagined how envious his friends would be when he entered the village, riding on the foal.
John sat on his horse, sweating in the heat. His father sent him out to check on the horses. As every self- respecting teenager, he complained and grumbled but he knew that it was necessary and deep down he enjoyed being away from the ranch for a few days. He was wearing heavy jeans and boots and a shirt, long since soaked with sweat. He tipped his hat lower over his eyes, but it didn't really help against the heat. He entered a narrow ravine which he knew would lead him to the field where the horses grazed.
He looked up to wipe sweat from his brow and noticed a small horse led by a brown figure, a few hundred yards away. They were too far away to make out clearly, but the ravine was so narrow that they would have to pass close by him. He reached down to check if his lasso was still securely fastened and ready for use and he was glad to have his revolver loaded in his holster.
As the distance decreased, he noticed that the small horse was a foal, walking behind a Native American youth. His eyes widened when he realized that the youth was stark naked. The ravine was too narrow for them to pass easily so they all stopped and he looked down on the youth. John blushed and tried not to stare too obviously, but he was unable not to notice that the youth was smooth and slender, his skin the color of bronze and glistening with sweat. His glance slid further down and he noticed the Indian's penis dangling over smooth balls and without any pubic hair at all. The youth looked up at him and John felt that the youth was as nervous and tense as he.
Finally John decided to make a start.
"Who are you? Do you speak English" he asked.
"I am called Red Lightning and I speak some English" the youth replied, speaking with heavily accented, lilting English.
"What are you doing here?" John inquired.
The youth glanced furtively left and right.
"I am hunting."
John looked again at the youth and blushed. He managed to finally wrest his glance away and looked at the foal. He gasped when he noticed that it was branded with the sign of his father's ranch.
"Why did you steal our horse" he shouted.
The Indian flinched back, frightened by the ferocity of John's scream.
Red Lightning panicked and jumped on the horse. He pressed his thighs against the side of the foal, trying to make the colt turn and gallop away. The foal reared and Red Lightning had to clamp his thighs hard around the horse, desperately trying not to be thrown off.
John quickly took his lasso and swung it above his head, waiting for the right moment to let it fly. He watched the youth fighting with the rearing foal, the boy's muscles rippling as he struggled frantically not to be thrown off. John let the lasso fly and the noose fell over the youth and he pulled hard. The noose tightened around the arms of the youth and pulled him off the foal. He landed hard on his back, his breath knocked out of him.
John jumped from his horse and on the youth. Red Lightning buckled and trashed around wildly. His skin was smooth and slippery it was nearly impossible for John to hold him down. Finally John managed to turn him on his stomach. He straddled him and held him down. His bigger weight slowly paid off. The youth continued twisting and writhing, but after long minutes, John felt him becoming weaker.
John reached into his pocket and pulled out a short rope and after further struggling finally managed to tie the youth's wrists securely behind his back. He scrambled up and looked down at the naked boy who groaned and finally got up too, trembling and breathing hard. His body was even sweatier than before and caked with dust. He looked nervously at John but still managed to be defiant.
"Let me go, I didn't do anything" the youth gasped.
John just laughed and shook his head.
"No, you will come back to our ranch and my father will decide what to do with it. He really hates horse thieves."
John glared menacingly and stepped closer to pull the lasso off the youth, slid the noose around the neck of the foal and tied the lasso to his horse.
"You will have to ride on my horse, the foal is not broken in yet" John said, and then wondered how to place Red Lightning on his horse.
"I...ah...will help you on my horse" he said nervously.
He stepped behind the youth and tried to lift him up. He felt strange touching a naked body and he placed his hands awkwardly around the boy's slim waist. He tried to lift him but he soon realized that it didn't work. He put one arm around the Indian's waist, then he bend down and grasped the ankle of the boy and lifted his leg up until the foot was on the neck of his horse. By doing this he was close to the youth's groin and he felt his own cock swell even more. John placed his palms on Red Lightning's buttocks and pushed him on top of the horse.
Red Lightning finally was sitting on the horse and stared down furiously at John. He was flustered and strained against the rope tying his wrists behind his back, his lean muscles flexing.
John jumped up and sat behind him on his saddle. He pulled at the reins and they started moving, the foal trotting behind.
Red Lightning continued protesting and demanding to be let free, but after John remained silent, he gave up and tried to conserve his strength. John was finally able to look at the youth without him noticing it. Before him was the youth's smooth back and when he looked down he was presented by round and firm buttocks. The tied hands of the youth were close to his groin and John slid back a bit, afraid that the Indian might feel his bulge. The thighs of Red Lightning were firm and muscular and he noticed the light of the sun reflecting off his sweaty skin, outlining every muscles. John leaned forward and inhaled the musky smell of the Indian. Leaning forward even more, he managed to look down at the youth's groin, with the flaccid penis lying on top of his round, smooth balls.
"Ah...why are you naked?" he finally asked, trying to break the silence. John hasn't met many Native Americans yet, and he didn't know if going naked was their normal custom.
"It is hot", Red Lightning replied sullenly, "why should I wear anything?"
John nodded and continued glancing again and again at the naked youth sitting in front of him. He felt strange and excited. He only had one sexual experience which had had been a disaster. About a year ago, he fooled around with the daughter of their neighbor. They hid in the barn and he pulled down his trousers while she touched his hard cock. He came all over her hands within seconds and she screamed and ran away. When he pulled up his trousers and went looking for her, she was washing her hands and cried hysterically. He sulked away, absolutely mortified and hoping that nobody would ever hear about what happened.
When he was alone in bed, his thoughts often wandered to boys, but he was too afraid to admit this even to himself. Now he felt his erection straining uncomfortably within his jeans. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down.
Red Lightning was desperate. He heard terrible stories about what white people did to horse thieves but he didn't see any way out of his predicament. He tested the rope tying his wrists but it was secure and he was unable to loosen it even slightly. Despite his fear, he started to feel drowsy and he struggled to keep his eyes open. He leaned back against John, swaying as he tried to stay awake.
John instinctively put his hand on the Indian's chest to hold him straight. John felt the smooth skin under his palm and Red Lightning's heart beating. He kept his pam lightly on his chest and he got hard again at once. After a while he noticed something hard between his fingers and realized that it was the nipple of the youth which had become stiff and erect. He leaned forward and glanced down at the groin of the youth. He wondered if he was only imaging it or if the cock had not grown slightly. He stared, and then he watched amazed as the penis moved slightly and stiffened slowly but surely. John held his breath, transfixed by the slowly swelling cock. He watched it lift from the balls,then growing more and more until it was pointing straight up. It was a sizeable erection, reaching up to the navel of the boy.
Red Lightning moaned softly and John felt the Indian's heart beating quicker. The youth spread his thighs wider and John was shocked when he felt him rubbing slowly and sensuously against him. Finally Red Lightning turned his head and looked into John's eyes. John swallowed, unsure what to do. Finally he let his hand slide down slightly and was rewarded by the youth moaning louder. Encouraged he moved his hand further down, till he felt the head of the cock brushing against it. He left it there, while the youth whimpered and squirmed, his cockhead already sticky with pre-cum. John waited, too nervous to continue. The youth squirmed and spread his thighs even wider. The Indian clenched his buttocks to slide his glans against John's hand. John took a deep breath and placed his flat hand on the youth's erection.
Red Lightning spasmed and arched his back and John felt pre-cum flowing over his hand. John moaned too, sure now that Red Lightning wanted him to stroke his erection. He wrapped his hand around the cock, nearly cumming himself. The youth writhed and moaned and thrust up against John's hand. John started stroking him and felt the hard cock throbbing and pulsing. Red Lightning leaned his head back against John's shoulder, his eyes closed and moaning louder and louder. Suddenly he gasped loudly and
John felt Red Lightning's cock swelling and hardening even more. The youth convulsed and John stared in awe at a huge string of semen shooting out and hitting the Indian's chest. He continued pumping in John's hand, white cum flowing all over his fingers. Red Lightning moaned happily, his climax slowly subsiding. He opened his eyes and smiled at John. The boy remained leaning against John who put his sticky hand back on the youth's chest. After a while John felt he boy's heartbeat slowing as he calmed down and relaxed.
"Thank you", Red Lightning purred, not at all embarrassed.
John just nodded, unable to speak, his own cock still rock hard and throbbing inside his jeans. Red Lightning's cock became flaccid again and they continued riding. They didn't talk but the youth remained leaning back against John's chest, snoring softly. John left his sticky hand on the boy's chest, gently squeezing the nipple with his fingers. He placed his other hand on the Indian's pubic region, so low that John's finger grazed against the base of the soft penis.