Indian Summer

Tocho

I woke up early in the morning. It took a moment to remember who was in bed with me. Tocho was curled up behind me with his pole pressed against my back. His arm was thrown over me, his fingers gently curled around my morning wood. I had an awesome thought. Maybe he could do for me what I usually did for myself. I put my hand over his, and his grip tightened.

Tocho spoke softly. "Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yeah!"

"Got some Vaseline, or better yet, K-Y Jelly?"

"Why?"

"It'll feel better."

That was brilliant! I wondered why I'd never thought of it. Still naked, I snuck upstairs to the main bathroom and quietly rummaged around in the drawers. I knew there was some K-Y Jelly in there somewhere. Now I wondered why it was there. I finally found it and grabbed a hand towel as an afterthought. Returning to the bed, I handed Tocho the lubricant and lay down on my back in the darkness.

Tocho put some lube on his right hand and gently stroked my pole. We grinned at each other in the faint moonlight coming through the window. He was right, the lube did feel better, and having someone else doing it made it better yet. I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, lost in pleasure.

My eyes popped open as Tocho moved his left hand between my legs, a greased finger pressing against my asshole. I gasped as he pushed the finger inside and felt for my prostate, massaging it gently.

I was nervous. "Why are you doing that?"

He grinned. "Does it feel good?"

"Well, yeah it does."

"That's why I'm doing it."

Tocho spread my legs apart and knelt between them, slipping a second finger inside. His right hand moved to stroke his own pole. I leaned up to watch what he was doing.

I grinned at him. "Are you gonna cum, too?"

"Yeah, that's the idea."

"Will you shoot it on me like you did yesterday? That was fun!"

"Sort of like that."

"Why 'sort of'?"

He smiled. "Wait and see."

I wondered what would be different. As Tocho's left hand continued to work inside me, his right returned to stroke my pole again. He slipped another finger inside and slowly rotated his left wrist, forcing the three fingers in as far as he could. I dropped onto my back and put my hands over my face.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Like it?"

I put my hands behind my head and grinned up at him, trying hard to appear more relaxed and casual than I felt.

"Yeah! It hurts a little, but I love it!"

Tocho extracted his fingers and looked down between my legs, smiling with satisfaction.

"Good. I could drive a truck in there," he mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Never mind."

Tocho leaned over me, supporting himself with his left forearm, spreading my legs further apart with his knees, still stroking my boner.

My sexual excitement grew, stronger but more slowly than usual. Then he stopped stroking as he moved his right hand between my legs.

"Tocho, I wanna cum..."

"Don't worry about that. I'll make you cum."

"But, how..."

"Trust me. You're gonna cum like you've never cum before."

He located my hole with his finger. There was a pause as he adjusted his position, now resting on both forearms. I felt pressure against my asshole. How could that be? I could see both of his hands. My casual attitude evaporated.

"Tocho, what the fuck..."

A quick thrust of his hips, and his pole was buried deep inside me. Wide-eyed with surprise, I squirmed under him, instinctively trying to escape. With a satisfied grin, he pinned me down with one arm and pushed the rest of the way in.

Relax, it's okay.

Dazed, I looked up. I could hear him, but his lips never moved. He grinned down at me.

Take your time. It takes a while to get used to.

I can hear you in my brain.

And you can feel everything I feel.

He moved inside me. I felt his excitement as well as my own.

Our spirits are joined as one consciousness. I'll explain later.

Tocho slid out and back in again. I nearly passed out from the pleasure. He grinned at me.

Let the feeling take over - don't fight it.

As Tocho began to move inside me, I began to relax. My own sexual excitement and his blended into one beautiful experience that grew and grew. I was going to cum.

He stopped moving.

But I wanna cum.

He smiled.

I know - I feel everything you feel, too. I wanna make it last longer for both of us.

Once our combined feelings subsided, he began to move inside me again. For endless minutes, he repeated the process, bringing us to the edge together, and then backing off. My hands stroked his back and shoulders, urging him on, becoming more and more anxious for release.

Then he moved closer to the edge, holding us there together for an eternity. One more stroke, and it was finished. As I blasted my load between us, he emptied himself inside me.

As Tocho pulled out and dropped down beside me, our spirit connection was broken like a twig snapping. I felt a momentary sense of loss, followed by the realization that Tocho and I had bonded in a beautiful and permanent way. We would keep this experience for a lifetime.

We held hands and relaxed as our bodies returned to normal. Then Tocho turned towards me and grinned. "What did you think of that?"

I stared at the ceiling. "It was fantastic. I can't describe it in words."

He chuckled. "You don't have to. Remember, I experienced the same thing you did."

His finger traced a pattern on my stomach. I looked down and saw that he was writing his name in the pool of jizz.

I laughed. "Too bad the autograph won't be permanent."

He smiled softly. "The memory is permanent though. I'll explain that more later."

"Why did it happen - the whole experience we had?"

"It's because of your Indian spirit. When you told us about your experiences in nature, Benny was sure you had one. You and I proved it. Do you have any American Indian ancestors?"

"No, I'm sure of that. Mom knows all about our family history, and when I talked so much about wanting to be an Indian, she checked."

"Having American Indian ancestry isn't necessary. But it's unusual to have the spirit without the heritage. Benny can explain more about that later. For now, let me tell you about the memory. Try to recall our experience, from the beginning."

I closed my eyes and thought back to the point where Tocho penetrated me. The memories started to come back. It was sort of like watching an intense 3-D movie. I could see and feel everything that both of us experienced. It was addictive. I let it play. As I reached our climax, I grabbed Tocho's hand.

"I'm gonna cum!"

My body jerked violently as I pasted the headboard. Dazed, I looked up at Tocho. He was grinning.

"That's one of the fun parts. Not every experience is as intense as ours, but if it is, you can cum thinking about it. When I'm at school and get bored, I think about a good experience. I usually shut it off before I cum, but I've been known to cream my jeans in class while the teacher still thinks I'm paying attention."

"So what about the intensity? It seemed so much more intense than anything I ever felt before"

"Well, first of all sex with someone else is way better than jacking off. But more than that, it's because our memories of the experiences accumulate. The more it happens, the better it feels. I've been having sex for a year now." He smiled. "Very regularly."

I had another question. "Why didn't you kiss me? I thought people kissed when they had sex."

"Two reasons. It's not a part of American Indian tradition, and the spirit connection replaces it."

"Who was your first?"

Tocho smiled secretively. "I'm not gonna tell you. It might prejudice you when you do it with him."

"When?"

"Yep. I'd bet on it."

Tocho and I sat side by side on the hillside above the creek. We'd been there, motionless, for a half hour. I was becoming hot and restless, but Tocho had infinite patience.

The cargo shorts I wore were identical to his, both handed down from his older brother. They were as loose on me as they were on him. I was barefoot like he was. Except for our eyes and hair, we might have been twins.

In the past week, we'd quietly bonded like I'd never imagined possible. Tocho had taught me more about nature than I could have learned on my own in a lifetime. Having sex had become as natural as eating breakfast, and each time our spirit connection brought us closer together.

I felt his shoulder press slightly against mine. Without moving, I looked where his eyes were riveted on the other side of the creek. The Ghost Cat stood there looking back at us.

As we watched, the mountain lion drank from the creek, never taking his eyes off us. Then he was gone, as quickly and silently as if he'd vaporized.

The experience lasted less than thirty seconds, but it left me charged with excitement.

Tocho grinned. "You can breathe again now."

"That was awesome," I whispered.

Tocho unbuttoned his shorts and reached into his pocket for the ever-present lube. I'd made a bet he couldn't summon his namesake and he was going to collect on it.

I pulled off my shorts and lay back on the grassy hillside. Tocho knelt between my legs and greased his pole.

"You're not even gonna take your shorts off?"

He grinned. "They're so loose I don't have to. Besides, I'm gonna wear them out if I take them off every time I win a bet."

He leaned over me. I felt the now-familiar excitement as he slowly buried his boner, his eyes locked on mine. The expressions on his face reflected the intensity of his sexual excitement as he spent a few minutes pleasuring himself.

Out of curiosity, I reached up and squeezed his nipples. With the spirit connection, I not only saw the surprise in his eyes, but also knew he liked it. I did it again and knew it turned him on, and it also screwed up his edging pattern.

This was going to be fun. I waited until he was right at the edge and squeezed hard. Instantly, he shot his wad deep inside me.

I laughed my ass off.

"You fucker! I didn't wanna cum yet!"

"Don't tell me you didn't like that."

"Yeah, I liked it a lot. But time it so you don't push me over the edge."

Still on top of me, he pulled out, straddled me, and tickled me until I wet myself. Satisfied with his revenge, he rolled over beside me on the grass, stowing away his cum gun.

"So, who was your first?"

"You keep asking, but I'm not gonna tell you. But I'll give you a clue. We were playing one-on-one basketball, and we bet on the game."

"Who won?"

Tocho smiled. "He did, but it was really more fun that way."

We walked back to the meadow, and the deer were there. Tocho pulled a chunk of apple from his pocket and the doe ate it out of his hand. I'd already lost a bet on that one.

Tocho had a suggestion. "I've got a game we can play to teach you how to be quieter in the woods."

"I thought I was always quiet."

"I can always hear you a mile away. The game is like hide and seek, but we're both hiding. You gotta sneak up on me and touch me without me seeing you before I do the same to you. We'll start with a small level area. The area between here and that big tree, and between the creek and the footpath you came in on would be about right. So, you go in there, sit quietly for a couple minutes, and then start looking for me."

The first round took about fifteen minutes. I hid in a small grove of trees, and then crawled out and carefully looked around. I could see Tocho about a hundred feet away looking in the other direction. I dropped down and crawled through the brush to where I'd seen him. Looking around, I could see him now where I'd been, appearing to be searching for me. This time I crawled halfway and waited a minute before checking for him. I could see him about twenty feet away. On my stomach now, I crawled towards that spot. The bushes were moving. I crept closer. A hand fastened around my ankle.

Tocho grinned. "You gotta learn the difference between tracking a rabbit and tracking an Indian."

"I bet you knew where I was the whole time."

"You're right. But when you're hunting, it's more fun to give your prey a chance to escape. Let's try it again."

This time I hid in the aspen grove and lay silent, waiting for Tocho to make a noise of some kind. For five minutes there was complete silence. Then I heard something to my left and turned to look. A hand grabbed my right ankle.

I looked at him with surprise. "You never made a sound. How do you do that?"

He grinned. "Well, actually I made a sound. I tossed a rock over on the other side to distract you. But other than that, I'm slow and careful. Practice for a few days and we'll try it again. Listen to yourself as you go through the woods. Try to be as quiet as you can. No heavy breathing, no twig snapping, no rustling in the brush. It takes a little practice. Now, we're both sweaty and dirty. It's time for another dip in the creek."

We sat on rocks drying in the sun. The endless flow and murmur of the creek was mesmerizing. I could have stayed there all day without moving. Although he didn't call it that, Tocho was teaching me meditation. He called it listening to nature. We would sit for several minutes like this, and then I would describe what I'd seen and heard and felt. Then Tocho would do the same, and his description would add more things to my inventory.

I sighed and reluctantly stood up. "I gotta go. Mom wants to take me somewhere this afternoon. She said it'd be interesting for me, but she didn't say where we were going. I'll be back here before dark if we're gonna sleep out here like we planned."

"I'll be here," he replied.

"Why are we going to the casino?" I asked Mom as we drove into the parking lot.

"We're not. There's a museum beside it that may interest you."

We pulled up in front of a building with a sign that said American Indian Cultural Institute. There were fewer cars there. Most of the visitors were more interested in gambling than in American Indian culture.

Inside, Mom and I entered the display area. A series of dioramas told of American Indian life over several centuries, and how it had changed with western civilization. Developed from the Indian perspective, it painted a different picture of history than found in other museums.

For two hours, I slowly moved along, absorbing the information. I'd read about a lot of it, but the detailed three-dimensional displays made the history much more real. The part about the boarding schools where American Indian children were required to live was new to me, and it made me very angry. I envisioned Tocho in one of those schools, and tears came to my eyes.

I was so absorbed in what I was seeing that I forgot where I was or how I'd arrived there. Reaching the exit, I turned around and looked back. Mom was about three displays behind me, equally absorbed.

Outside the display area was a shop that sold American Indian crafts. This wasn't the usual made-in-some-foreign-country fake souvenir shop. These items were authentic and handmade. The baskets and pottery were beautiful. Then I saw the necklace. Six ceramic beads and a ceramic medallion, with a Ghost Cat petroglyph suspended from a simple woven leather strap. There were two, the bead colors and the petroglyphs slightly different. I picked them up and looked at them for a long time. Then I looked at the price and set them down. The few dollars in my wallet weren't going to come close.

Nature called. "I gotta use the restroom, Mom."

"I'll meet you at the car."

I was silent all the way home, thinking about what I'd seen and what it meant that Mom had taken me there. Tears came to my eyes again, along with a new appreciation for my mom's perception and wisdom.

"Thanks, Mom," was all I could get out.

"You're welcome, Buddy."

After dinner when I went to my room, I found a package on my desk. I opened it and found the two necklaces from the museum. I sat in stunned silence, and then saw the note. It said simply, "For you and Tocho".

Tears ran down my cheeks. Mom understood more than I gave her credit for, and I knew she'd given me the necklaces this way to preserve my dignity. To perception and wisdom I could now add sensitivity.

Wiping my eyes, I went back upstairs and gave Mom a gentle hug. She hugged me back. Words weren't necessary.

"I'm gonna go up to the clearing with my sleeping bag now. Tocho and I will be back here for breakfast."

Her response was as expected. "Be careful."

I grinned. "I always am."

Tocho was already at the clearing when I got there. I rolled out my sleeping bag and sat down beside him.

I handed him the necklaces. "Which one do you want? I found them at the museum, and Mom bought them for us."

"These are both beautiful. I'd have a hard time choosing."

I selected one and put it on him. "We'll share them both. You can start with this one."

We held hands and silently watched the sky while the stars appeared and the moon came up.

"One bag or two?" Tocho had discovered our sleeping bags conveniently zipped together.

"Need you ask?" I replied with a grin.

Early in the morning, an unusual sound like a cat purring awakened me. I looked towards the woods. The Ghost Cat was lying in the grass at the edge of the clearing, looking at me. Once again I felt like he was trying to communicate. What I understood, vaguely, was that he was there to protect us. Curling up behind Tocho, I went back to sleep.

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