Cherokee Hiker

CHEROKEE HIKER By Lee Mariner

April 2002

DISCLAIMER: As described in Chapter #1, this is a gay fantasy involving homosexual conduct between men/boys. IF YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE READING IT OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF IT LEAVE.

All characters depicted are fictional and not related to any persons living or deceased.

ENGAGING IN UNPROTECED SEX IS DANGEROUS AND CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES.

This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or reproduced without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under their submission agreement but it may not be archived or copied on any other net without the permission of the author. Copyright: April 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner -- All Rights are Reserved.

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AUTHORS NOTE: In the time since I posted the first chapter of Cherokee Hiker, I have been all but overwhelmed by email pro and con on the subject. Many people asked me how I had the nerve to write about a subject I did not know and that only an Indian could know. The amazing thing is that not one person asked what my ethnic makeup was. That sort of ticked me off and I could not help but think that maybe just maybe this little story will inspire someone to look a little deeper inside before judging someone else.

I was on the verge on discontinuing the story but it will continue as best as I can write it.

Lee Mariner

Chapter #2

This started out to be a story of my love for a boy named Jon. When we were on a hiking trip alone together, we found out how much we loved each other and that we were both gay in the process. If you have forgotten, my name is Ryan and I'll try and make this little history short.

Jon and I have grown up together and the fact that he was a half white and half Indian never crossed my mind. Our parents hung together, we had backyard cookouts together. Jon and I slept together and learned all the things about each other that boys learn. We did almost everything together and I knew early in my young life that I loved Jon but I didn't really understand the why of it.

Jon had talked to his grandfather about it and he knew things I didn't and I never thought about his grandfather living on the Cherokee Reservation not far from where we lived in Sylva, North Carolina. My grandparents lived in New England so I didn't really have anyone besides my Dad that I could talk with about that kind of stuff, as I grew older. We had talked about how babies are made and what sperm is but every boy does that sooner or later. Loving an Indian we never talked about. There really didn't seem to be a need for it. I knew Jon was Indian and his mother was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian but it didn't make any difference, he was Jon and she was his mother.

Jon's father was a doctor and had met his mother when he was doing his medical internship at the Cherokee Indian Hospital on the reservation after graduating from the Jefferson Medical College Hospital in Philadelphia. Dr. Parkers was originally from Iron City, W.Va. and his father had been a coal miner and died from something called "black lung disease". His mother had died from a heart attack brought on by heavy smoking of cigarettes. I guess that is one of the reasons Jon's Dad became a doctor. The Indian Health Service program under the Department of Indian Affairs recruited him and paid part of his education in consideration of his serving his internship on an Indian Reservation and he selected the Cherokee Indian Hospital after graduation. Maybe he liked the mountains of West Virginia and North Carolina. I'm glad he did or I never would have met Jon.

My parents both lived in Quincy, Mass. Outside of Boston. My Dad graduated from Boston University and my Mom graduated from the University of Connecticut. Mom wanted to be a teacher and my Dad was supposed to go into the insurance business with his father. They both were on vacation in Gatlinburg, Tenn. with friends when they met and got married back in Quincy. I was born a year after the got married and my Dad decided he wanted to try his hand at real estate in Gatlinburg so when I was a baby they moved but Dad went to work for an agency in Sylva, N.C. instead of Gatlinburg. Jon's parents bought next to our house and became friends with my parents. My grandparents unfortunately, on both sides could not understand why my parents wanted to live in the mountains where there seemed to only be Indians and not much of anything else.

Mrs. Parker would watch Jon and I when we were babies while Mom worked in Dad's office and both of us would sleep in the same baby together and sometimes nurse from the same tit. Mrs. Parker did not feed Jon with bottles and she would feed us both from her milk. My grandparents just knew I was going to turn brown when they heard this. Dr. Parker was on the school board and eventually helped Mom get a job teaching. When Jon and I were old enough for school, his mother wanted him to attend the Indian School on the Reservation but since they lived off reservation he had to attend the local school.

We had a few black kids in the school but Jon was the only Indian. Prejudice did not really become a part of our lives until we were in the 6th grade and I heard Jon called a half-breed but another kid. Jon got really mad but he didn't fight with the boy. I didn't understand until I asked my Dad about it later and he explained the way some people are prejudiced against others because of their skin color, where they come from or just about any other reason you could think of. The question of homosexuals did not come up then and really wouldn't until much later in high school. After this was explained too me, I noticed that the few black kids in school would seem to stick together and not get involved with the white kids. Jon and I did almost everything together except sports. He liked football & wrestling but I didn't. I liked basketball and track. We both did pretty well in high school sports. Jon would lift weights for more bulk in football and I worked out with him just to build up my strength and leg muscles. We would wrestle with each other and that usually caused us both to get horny and jerk off together. Jon's uncut cock always fascinated me and I watched the head of it sliding in and out of his foreskin.

We both dated and a couple of the white girls would date Jon but usually after the first or second date they would drop him making some silly excuse about not wanting to go steady. Jon was an Indian but he dressed and acted like any other boy in school and I never really thought about his being an Indian as the reason they wouldn't go out with him. I tried getting into one girls pants but I couldn't get a hard-on until I thought about Jon and then I was hard as a rock but she wouldn't let me put it in her. When I told Jon about it later, we both got horny and jerked off.

Every now and then some jerk would make a comment about Jon but he wouldn't fight over it. When Tommy Bledsoe called us faggot lovers for being together all of the time I got mad and started after him but Jon held me back. Tommy was the worst one about calling us names and would pull on his cock in the shower grinning at us nodding his head at us. Sometimes I thought Jon was afraid of him but I really knew better then that. I learned later that he had talked with his grandfather about these events and had been told that fighting didn't do anything but lower you to that persons place. Jon and I didn't fight any of them until Tommy Bledsoe bumped his broken arm on purpose and I wanted to break his neck. A teacher pulled me off of him and we both were taken in too see the principal. We both were accused of starting the fight and expelled until we brought our parents in to see him.

After Jon and I told our parents what had happened, my Dad and Dr. Parker went in too see the principal. We didn't go with them but one of the kids in the library next to the principals office said you could hear Jon's Dad and mine give the principal hell over it and Dr. Parker reminded him he was on the school board.

Jon and I finished our sophomore and junior years without much trouble after that. Tommy would make snide remarks about us but always when he was hanging around with other kids.

Jon and I joined the Boy Scouts together and we went on a couple of camping trips with other kids. I guess Jon being an Indian is one reason we both did so well in the various outdoor programs. We always slept together in the same pup tent and every time we rubbed against each other and our dicks got hard we'd wake up and jerk off. Lot's of times one or the other of us would wind up with our arms around each other but we didn't or at least I didn't think anything about it. I still didn't know that much about being gay even though I had heard about faggots and fairies. I knew I loved Jon but us being queer never crossed my mind. I would get hard just thinking about him being naked next to me and I liked holding him in the tent but we had our jockeys and t-shirts on then. I never knew what getting your cock sucked was like or being with another man naked even though I liked seeing Jon naked.

I didn't know anything about being gay except that I always got excited over Jon and my mouth would get dry and I sort of ached all over. I didn't know anything that is until we went on the hiking trip alone together. I know a little more now laying here alongside of him naked and warm. I know he loves me and I love him and I can see it in his eyes shining at me as he runs his hands over my body sending shivers through me. There were no Bledsoe's in my mind, just Jon. We lay together for a long time talking about everything we had always wanted to talk about but didn't really know how. We both were tired after all of the hiking and experiencing each other for the first time, Jon pulled another blanket over us and we fell asleep holding each other.

It sounded like an early morning symphony as every bird in the Pisgah was singing in the predawn of morning. The blanket covering us was slightly damp and Jon snuggled closer for warmth and the touch of his body sent little tremors through me. The rays of the rising sun filtered down through the branches of the tall pines around us reflecting from the water of the stream we had camped by for the night. Jon moved and rolled over on his back pulling just a little of the blanket with him and I could see the thick impression of his hard cock under the blanket. I hadn't touched Jon and I reached out hesitatingly glancing at his face to be sure he was still sleeping as I laid my hand on his hardness. He felt like a steel rod and I could feel a steady throbbing and heat under my hand. Squeezing lightly I heard him groan and quickly removed my hand afraid he was going to wake up and catch me. I sat there beside him looking at his face seeing his chest rising and falling with each breath and his eyes opened slowly smiling up at me shining with love and I leaned down kissing him gently, my hard cock throbbed at the touch of my lips on his.

I started to get up when I felt his hand over mine holding me tight.

"Ryan, don't move please. Look at me."

I could hear an almost pleading tone in his voice as I turned looking at him. He held my hand tight and with the other he pulled the blanket from over his body revealing his smooth muscled frame with his thick hard cock resting on his flat stomach it's thick base surrounded by the silky black hair in his groin. My mouth was dry and my hand wanted to reach out and take him, stroke him and suck it deep within me but I couldn't move.

The sun broke through the trees and beams shown down where he laid me sitting beside him. The bronze beauty of his body shimmered in the sunlight.

"I've never seen you look like this Jon, you're beautiful."

"Then why don't you do what you want Ryan? You touch me with your hand and then you turn away when I offer myself to you. I tasted you and you want to taste me but you are hesitating, why?"

"Oh Jon, I want to so bad but I don't want to shame you or me by not doing it right. I don't want to hurt you."

"Turn and lie down beside me Ryan. Move your hips toward my face and then watch me. Do as I do slowly covering your teeth with your lips."

Turning my body I moved my hips as Jon had told me pointing my stiff cock at his lips as I held my head up so I could watch him. Using his hand he guided me to his mouth opening his lips taking the head in and I gasped at the intense feelings as his tongue slid over the head, my body stiffening for a moment. I relaxed as the intense feelings slowly subsided still feeling the heat of his lips around me. I watched in almost hypnotic fascination as my cock disappeared inch by inch deeper inside Jon's mouth until I felt it pressing against the back of the roof of his mouth at the entrance to his throat. I felt the cool air flowing around my cock as he inhaled and exhaled his body relaxing until exhaling he pushed his head in to my groin and I felt my cock sliding deeper down his throat until he had all of it. I could see the outline deep inside of him as he continued breathing deeply allowing his throat and body to relax before slowly withdrawing looking at me and smiling.

I laid my head down and took his huge cock in my hand doing as he had done. A 7" uncut cock looked like it would choke anyone but I opened my lips and took the head of it in covering my teeth as Jon had told me. I hesitated for a moment getting used to the girth of him as I felt his fingers slide under mine and pull his skin back exposing the blood engorged head to my tongue. I licked him feeling his body tighten just as I had done. I lowered my head slowly feeling every thick inch sliding deeper trying to breath through my nose since his cock filled my mouth when he touched the same place I had touched and I suppressed a gagging feeling. For a moment I almost panicked not knowing exactly what I should do before remembering how Jon had breathed before he took the rest of me.

"Easy Ryan, easy. Breath through your mouth and relax."

I breathed as Jon told me feeling his fingers running through my hair his hand holding my head. As I exhaled I felt a pressure against the back of my mouth and then slowly Jon's cock slid deeper and deeper until his pelvis was pressing against my chin. Opening my mouth wider I could feel the muscles of my throat moving around the head and length of his cock. As I was relaxing and getting used to his thick cock inside of me, I felt Jon take my full length in one easy continuous motion and I groaned deep from within me as wave after wave of thrilling emotion swept over me. The vibrations of me groaning sent Jon into a shudder as he started a long sucking withdrawal and then his hips moved pulling his cock out to the head and returning deep again. We both moved our hips in a slow matching piston motion feeling the waves of desire sweep over us. I felt the thickening of his cock as I started swelling and hardening deep in his throat. As our nuts tightened the muscles of our bodies tightened and suddenly in gut wrenching spasms streams of the life giving fluids deep in our bodies gushed out flowing like molten rivers down our throats as we both swallowed greedily wanting every drop. Jon tasted bitter sweet and his milky sperm flowed surge after surge filling me until I felt the slow softening of his cock and mine. The milk of my nuts didn't feel like it would ever stop and then the urgency passed slowly. I could feel Jon draining me with his lips as I withdrew and I stripped his thick wilting cock as it slowly slipped from me.

The flood of feelings flowed through me as I collapsed on my back beside Jon breathing deeply pulling huge volumes of air into my lungs. His taste lingered in my mouth and I ran my tongue over my lips as I lay with my eyes closed feeling the soft forest breeze flow around us.

Jon sat up and leaning down kissed me gently his tongue and mine twisting together tasting each other. Mixing the residue of our sperm and saliva we swallowed each other again as we locked our eyes emotions flowing in they're depths.

"Do you want to take a bath in the stream my brother?"

"My brother Jon? I like that. We are brothers now more then we ever were aren't we?"

"Only God will break the bond that no man ever will Ryan. We belong to each other and no one else from now on. I love you Ryan Montgomery and I give my life to you."

"Jon are you saying what I think you are saying? This makes us like blood brothers?"

"More then that. Blood brothers exchange blood but you and I have exchanged the seed that makes the blood of life. You have taken me and I have taken you and I promise that no one will taste what you have."

"Then I make you the same promise Jon Parker. I will be with you always and beside you when you need me. My life is yours with all I have or ever will have."

At that moment it was as if the breezes rushed through the trees and all of the birds sang in a great chorus, the sun shining down on us, a feeling of warmth surrounding us as we kissed holding each other tight.

The water of the stream was icy cold but we bathed and frolicked like small children the water streaming from hard muscled bodies. Drying off in the sun and using a blanket we briskly rubbed each other and dressed. Jon started a small fire in the protection of the rock outcropping and heated water from the stream making hot chocolate to drink with our light breakfast of fruit and bagels we had brought with us.

I doused the fire with water and stirred it making sure all of the embers were dead while Jon packed our backpacks. Indian fashion, we returned the land to what it had been when we arrived. We would make another camp later but we both would remember this spot in the Pisgah and would return at other times for a strengthening and renewal of the spirit that had become part of us.

• • • • • • We continued our hike...