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Twenty Children
Life with no outside contact would have been more boring than it sounds if there hadn't been such a diverse group of people iving in the village. We missed Noel's ability to refashion machinery that had been left useless by the May 1st attack on Earth but there were still many different interests and abilities among the villagers. I had worked with him on most of the equipment that had died in the May 1st attack and was going to continue that work but what he could do in a week would take me months. The major items we had been searching for on the third level had been brought up to ground level as the need for more than one hospital bed and teaching materials from the library were recognized.
Karen, Rhoda and Henry would come to the house where I was living while recuperating to discuss requests made by the villagers or matters that seemed to be threatening our lives, we had become a governing body with no real authority. For most of the villagers that was acceptable although there were a couple that wanted a stronger form of governing. If the village ever decided on elected officials I promised myself that I would back away from any involvement.
To talk about the diversity of opinions I could either refer to ethnicity or interest. I have tried tell you about the different ethnic backgrounds as I have told the story. For the record, we have four individuals that can be classified as Afro-American. We also have four that that are on their village records as being Native American. There are also four that would be considered 100% Caucasian. We still have two that are mostly Latin American/Spanish. Then there are ten of us that can not claim any distinct ethic background but are poly-ethnic with the children being more that way with every birth. I am the only one in the village that has any Oriental in my background, Jude shows more of that ethnic background than any of my other children, Shiloh has more of his other father's coloring and the twins show some of Luis' beauty, distinct lines and coloring.
Our diversity of interests is almost as great although now there are only fifteen adults, half of the village population. We were fortunate to have an experienced farmer, a doctor, a nurse and a medical technician The rest of us had taken an interest in the different requirements of the village, Joey had taken the lead in the kitchen, Lucia and Tiffan had taken to childcare and teaching the children. Henry Lightfoot, Sr. had taken to village defense in place of Noel although he was not able to work the computers or monitors nearly as well and was still learning about the exterior built-in machine guns. Franco had stopped associating with Isabella as much as when they joined us and was in charge of much of the village cleaning, but not that of personal spaces, we still didn't quite trust he and Isabella after hearing the stories of their thieving adventures. Some of the older kids were starting to find their personal interests although they were still working as communication runners. Queesha tried to act as a spiritual counselor for the village but there were many of us that were atheists and others that still followed a different spirit path of their ancestors so her influence and the need for her counseling was no greater than that asked of the Dr. and Nurse..
The four that had finally gone to rescue Junior and I had agreed that there was nothing other than the thin covering over the cavern they needed worry about, they tied themselves to each other as they explored the lower level in case another hole opened up. Within the first few weeks after I started rehabilitation the passage way between the second level houses started to build up with medical equipment and then gymnasium equipment and the day I was finally able to lift twenty five pounds, boxes of books began to arrive.
Junior's brother and sister had remained in the Med center waiting for Junior to do more than blink his eyes, after three months he was still unresponsive. Intravenous feeding and hydration had brought his body back from the worst of what Dr. Rhoda had thought was the beginning of organ failures. I was finally able to visit him everyday as my ability to walk that distance alone had improved. Had Rhoda not been in the Med Center whenever I visited I might have attempted hugging Junior but she strictly would not allow anyone to touch anything other than one of his hands. She had a isolation bubble covering the entire bed, fearing that he was too weak to fight off any infection and would have his hand sanitized as soon as visitors Left..
"Have you accepted our Father's offering of our brother as your husband?" Junior's Brother and Sister had taken a few minutes outside of the Med Center when Rhoda had ordered us all outside so she could remove the isolation bubble to check a few bed sores that Junior had not been able to get rid of.
"Junior and I agreed that we would talk about the possibility of marriage when we were both healthy enough to argue coherently. We disagreed on the nature of our relationship when we were too weak to argue the issue out to its finality or come to any compromise. He asked me to marry him before your father made the offer, I think he did anyway, but the different offers may have been made at nearly the same time." I had a difficult time trying to match our time in the cavern to time on the upper level, I had stopped wearing my childhood watch once we were able to set clocks inside the house and workshop.
"Honestly, I didn't believe Junior when he asked me to marry him. Beside not believing him I have told people close to me that I never wanted to live in monogamy or monotony. Why would I want to accept the offer, although Junior did promise never to be boring? That is a promise that I believe he could keep. But I am not certain I can accept living the rest of my life monogamous."
"My Brother said while growing up that the worst thing he could imagine would be to be married and forced to never have sex with anyone else. If he wants to marry you, I have to think you must be incredible." Junior's brother seemed to be trying to make nice. We had spoken before but only at the most basic level, temperature, food served, dinner companions, etc.. My conversations with Junior's sister were not much more involved although she had expressed concerns how the three Native Americans could integrate themselves in to the village while retaining their culture and would spend time trying to explain to me the need to remain faithful to their heritage.
"I don't know about being incredible. Junior is the fourth man to ask me to marry him, though. While we argued I think we were negotiating a different sort of marriage than the normal Christian marriage I experienced my parents having and you see modeled in the media. Their marriage was about giving birth to a child and raising him, only to ultimately be disappointed that he was gay. I wish my mother had lived to see her grandchildren, my father would have had a heart attack learning I was bearing children. He wouldn't have been able to accept that I was doing anything so feminine, he had strict beliefs about what was masculine and feminine. If I want that type of marriage I should wed Joey, he is the father of two of my children after all."
"Junior would be a good role model as their father." Poloma had talked to me about retaining cultures and how it would be necessary with the polyglot community living in the village. To have her putting Junior forward as a role model for a non-native American was a sign that she might be listening to what the village wanted and was possibly accepting the idea of multiple, separate ethnicities not being beneficial to the village.
"I'm aware he wants a child of his own. I had the doctor remove my ovary., I don't want to strut around the village half male and half female for another nine months. What the older children thought of me carrying Shiloh I'm not sure, but they are old enough to be confused." I had never seen the ovary that Dr. Rhoda was supposed to have removed but I trusted her enough to believe that even not agreeing with me that she would have done what I felt was right. She had committed to never performing an abortion or giving out any of the birth-control she had found in the Med Center, taking half of the possibilities of breeding had been against her hopes for the future.
"Thomas, do you think Junior would be a good role model for the children? He told me some of the things you and he did as children. Would you want your children to have that type of man as their father?" Thomas and Junior had tried hard not to become parents while fucking around in their town. Now they were men, no longer boys.
"Yes. That is why Lucia has agreed to bear my children. I can be just that type of role model for them. I understand what boys do that need discipline and what boys do that are just things boys do." I hadn't been aware that Lucia had moved on and chosen a man to replace Jesus. That Thomas understood he was not going to have a Native wife was a huge step towards a unified village.
"So, is Junior supposed to be a role model of a Father or Mother? The two of you have no idea of what we do sexually or what your brother wants from me. " I would have thought Thomas had some idea since he and his brother had engaged in sexual three ways more than a few times while growing up. Poloma probably had an idea since Junior had never been that reluctant to talk about his sex life.
"If you want your children to grow up not believing in labels or restrictions as to their sexuality who could be better than Junior? He has always refused to allow anyone to tell him that there is only one way for him to express his sexuality. Or to live his life." This was the sister that Junior had spoken of while we were in the cavern, she didn't allow people to tell her that either.
"Do either of you believe your brother can live up to any promise he makes about his sexuality? Say he promises to never allow anyone other than me to fuck him once we're married? How about his heart?" I was hoping to hear anything that would help me find an excuse not to marry Junior. I thought it was rather brazen to ask about his willingness to have me fuck him but I needed some help.
"As far as I know Junior has never told anyone he loved them? Did he pledge you his love?" Thomas sounded more surprised than I had been when I heard the words come out of Junior's mouth. I wasn't sure I should tell them but I was still confused about the idea of marriage to this man.
"Yes. He pledged his love and parts of his body." I wouldn't tell them he was pledging to give me his ass exclusively or that he wanted the same from me although I had already asked them if he could live up to that type of pledge. Until we finalized the agreement that would lead us to a wedding I didn't think it would be right to say it publicly.
"Roger, come in here." Rhoda had opened the door but hadn't allowed anyone in yet. That she was keeping the others out seemed odd, she hadn't restricted Junior family from visiting other that when she was performing examinations. She kept us close to the door for a moment, not speaking. When she final spoke I was surprised it was about getting married not about medical concerns.
"I heard you talking about the fact Junior asked you to marry him. Are you thinking about accepting his offer?" Always the doctor she was feeling my slowly redeveloping muscles as she discussed the idea of my marriage, with fingers and a stethoscope. In a different situation and with a different woman I'm sure I would have resented her hands manipulating my pecs, biceps, thighs and gluts. With Rhoda I knew there was nothing sexual involved, we had gotten past that idea years earlier.
"I had convinced myself that we should get married a few weeks ago when I saw him completely helpless. You had told Joey to bring him here and I knew we were going to be separated for the beginning of our journey back to health and happiness. One of the reasons I am thinking I shouldn't marry him is his desire for a child and my inability to carry another child. I think I am getting to the time of life when I could actually promise him the two sexual restrictions he would demand of our marriage." I had always been willing to talk to Rhoda about anything but for some reason held back on the idea of Junior and I being anally faithful to each other. She had tried to talk me into one anal partner when Jude had been gestating and again with Shiloh.
"Tell him that. Junior seems to be coming out of the coma, I am not sure he has the will required to live but having his brother and sister here hasn't seemed to give him any additional impetus. If he thinks you are willing to accept his proposal he might start fighting to regain consciousness. Unless you're serious I wouldn't tell him you'll marry him, Thomas and his sister seem to be ready to hang you already."
"You really think he can hear me when I talk to him?" I knew his brother and sister blamed me for his condition even though his Father had offered him as my partner in marriage without anyone asking or knowing we had been fucking.
"His blood pressure rises, his brain activity increases and his breathing deepens when you speak, I am 100% certain he is hearing you." It had been years since I had told anyone, I loved them, other than my children. I had come close a few times with different men. Having spent almost three weeks alone with Junior I had feelings growing inside me that I couldn't deny, feelings I wasn't certain I was able to define for myself. Saying out loud that I love him was going to be a battle.
"Don't smile so big. Help him recover even if you don't want to wed him but do it honestly. You are the best medicine I have Left to help save his life." Rhoda was a few years older than me but I had always thought of her as younger, now talking to me this way I understood she knew me better than I knew myself. She had been the task master that had gotten me walking and lifting weights, putting muscles and weight back on my frame and filling out the sagging skin. I whispered a question to her.
"There are women in the village that want to re-institute marriage. If you want to have a meeting and talk about it I can have Henry and Karen join me after my shift at your house and work on a definition of marriage that will satisfy everyone."
"You sure are optimistic. Very little we do satisfies everyone and re-instituting marriage is not about to please all the men." The opportunity to live without the restriction of marriage had loosened family bonds but some couples seemed to live with the intent of spending the majority of their time together. Joey's Aunt and Uncle were the only married couple Left from before the attack, they seemed determined to live up to their vows.
"It will if the women speak up and tell the men that there won't be any sex unless they approve marriage. I don't think the women will need to go so far as to withhold sex but a few days of no available women would change some minds." It sounded to me like she had spoken with some of the women already.
"That is fine in theory Rhoda but are there that many women that want to get married? It would have to be more than half of them, otherwise the few not wanting marriage could keep all the hetero men satisfied. There are even a few of the hetero men that would accept a blow job from the guys while the issue was up in the air and they aren't getting any sex from the women." I had doubts that with holding sex would be an effective weapon in the war of the sexes for this battle.
"Roger, marriage is about more than sex." I was surprised to hear her saying that, she hadn't been married and hadn't seemed too interested in the idea any time it had been discussed around her. Was she thinking of settling for one man?
"Sure it is, but we don't have a situation here where there needs to be a committed couple to serve the needs of the children. There is plenty of food available for everyone and most of the work is voluntary, none of the single parents are lacking anything and their children have enough role models in the village that they will grow up well rounded." It was an argument I had made anytime the idea of marriage had been proposed before.
"Are you saying all of this because you don't want to get married?" Rhoda seemed to be reading my mind.
"You are right, I'm not sure I want to get married. What would it mean to me?" I have three men besides the one that had asked me to marry him that are in my life regularly, some times for sex often because of the children.
"If you were married you could depend on the other man to be there for you when there is a problem that is bigger than you." A man to stay at home and parent the children when I went off on one of these ridiculous adventures that left me hurting? Junior would never stay at home, he wanted to be by my side just like a husband should be.
"But isn't that the way things are in my house right now?" I had to depend on Tiffan to care for the boys on a daily basis. We all counted on Joey for food and I had depended on him for regular sex.
"Yes, but what if the other guys decide they only want to be with one guy and set up house on their own? Would you be able to take care of the children and the house?" That was a low blow, I was never any good at house keeping and she knew it was the one thing I hated more than almost anything else humans have to do. She had heard me complain about it often enough to know she was pressing me in the right direction, even without knowing that Junior wasn't much better about cleaning than me..
Rhoda went out to talk to Junior's family after she was sure the monitors were all hooked up to the one she carried in her hands, the cords connected to it had to be at least twenty-five feet long. I went directly over to Junior. I was glad Rhoda hadn't put the isolation bubble over him again. I was happy to be able to give MY MAN a kiss. It surprised me that he responded and kissed me back. It was so good to feel more than him gripping my hand even if I was shocked.
"Junior, I will fucking marry you!" I couldn't believe I had stood to his side and shouted at him. I fell into the seat that I always used when holding his hand only to see Rhoda come running through the door. I couldn't believe that Junior was looking at me and winked before gripping my hand harder than he had in the past three weeks.
"What did you do?" I wasn't sure whether she was asking about the yelling or the crooked smile on Junior's face.
"I told him to wake up or he'd miss his own wedding." I could feel the smile on my face, I couldn't believe that I had agreed to doing something I had always condemned as old-fashioned, unnecessary and counter to the way I wanted to live my life. As I sat there listening to the congratulations from his family and the doctor I wondered if I wasn't saying yes to more than either of us had meant when we first spoke of marriage. I knew I would have to negotiate terms before his family railroaded us into a contract without limitations, although why anyone would need to know what we demanded of each other was not something I was sure I could answer.
"We can hold the ceremony here. Only family needs to be invited." I found it hard to believe his sister was pushing the marriage so hard and fast, or that she wanted it to happen while Junior was still going to be bed ridden.
"No. There won't be a wedding until Junior can walk down the walkway on the first floor to meet me in the Community Center." If he was able to walk that far I was sure we would be able to enjoy our wedding night. We both needed to work on getting muscles back before then. Plus, having Junior hear that he was going to have to walk was an incentive that getting married in the Medical center didn't include.
Thomas and his sister tried to convince me that the wedding should take place as soon as could be arranged but I held my ground. I wanted time to have the serious conversation about the limits we expected each other to respect. Most important there were sexual agreements he had proclaimed while we were still in the cavern that I wanted to be delineated before any ceremony. I hoped being out of the cavern wouldn't change his mind as to the one demand we both would make of the other.
"The two of you settle down. We need to adopt Roger into the tribe before a marriage between my son and he can be considered legitimate. (Henry had seemed to be a rebel from the tribe but that sounded much more along the lines of his ancestors. Was he beginning to take his place as the oldest member of the family seriously for the first time?) Thomas, you will take Roger and instruct him in what he will need to know before the adoption ceremony can be held, your sister will assist in creating proper clothing for that ceremony and the wedding. (I had never heard him speak that way to Poloma.) Those matters generally take one moon, longer if only one member of the tribe will be the adopting family and the commencement of the teachings begin mid moon.
"Thomas, two moons from today I expect you to adopt Roger into your family, if he is not ready the marriage is off. Another month after that I will give him the "pony" price he requests. After I give him the price the official union can be held." I wondered if Henry was trying to make new, old customs that would have been long ignored; that may have been the case but none of his children were going to argue.
"Henry, this will only happen if your son is able to walk from your house to the community center on his own the day of our 'union'. You may all need to help him with his rehabilitation." Had I already chosen the venue? What else would I need to decide in the coming months, hopefully not flowers or color schemes.
"Junior, your rehabilitation will start tomorrow. It sounds like Roger is determined that you and he will stand together to be wed, fully recuperated. You are going to need to listen to every instruction I give you or you will need more than the three plus 'Moons' your father has given you." Rhoda handed him two small balls with a semi-topographical display of the Earth's land-masses. I had spent a week squeezing them every hour until I was able to actually hold a knife, fork and spoon, the colors that had originally delineated the different continents were worn off.
"I'll leave you with your family for now but I will return when it is time for dinner. If you ask, your family may allow you to spend the evenings alone with me now that you are awake." I gave him a kiss, followed with a smile that I knew he would recognize as an invitation to having sex. Whether that would be appealing as weak as he was I wasn't certain but I knew that the first day I was eating solid food I wanted to have my mouth on Junior, preferably on his cock. I would be happy to give him something of mine to taste although I knew I would have to ask Karen to leave us in private.
I returned to my own rehabilitation after telling Junior and his family that I was accepting his marriage proposal. Word had spread through the village that there was to be a wedding. Franco and Tiffan were the first to arrive from the upper level, Franco was congratulatory while Tiffan was less enthusiastic, wanting to speak to me in private about changing my mind. Since the only people that had been around regularly when I was doing the exercises Rhoda had selected for me were Joey and Chuck I had reduced what I was wearing from shirts and shorts to shorts, then to a pair of underwear Jesus had selected in St. Louis without any butt covering to nothing a few days earlier.
Joey had told me that I was starting to show signs of my gluts growing and some ab definition again so I was feeling proud to be displaying my body once again. I knew I didn't look as good as I had for most of my twenties but I was filling out and improving almost day by day. Neither of Junior's siblings had seemed to care that I would visit Junior naked and Rhoda had taken advantage of my nudity everyday to check my progress.
Although it had been six weeks since the rescue the only sex I'd had was a few blow jobs I had managed to convince Joey, Franco or Tiffan to give me. Celebrating with me, Franco and Tiffan were quick to ask if my coming marriage would mean that they could expect me to cut them off from sex. I had to explain twice that when Junior and I had first discussed the matter that the only restrictions either of us had expected from the other was to keep our assholes for the other to fuck.
"So I can still eat your ass?" The shine in Franco's eyes was enough to make me want to shove his head between my cheeks.
"I will never agree to anything that would make that contentious in a marriage, and Tiffan you will always be allowed to suck my cock." I had started to wonder if Franco had changed so much that he had no other desire than to eat ass. That was great as far as I was concerned, he is still the best at eating ass in the village and probably the worst of any of the gay men at sucking cock, I had never had much desire for his cock.
That afternoon was the first time since the rescue that I had two friends using their mouths to give me enjoyment simultaneously. I skipped a half hour of my rehab because they worked me so thoroughly. Tiffan told me that he was happy that I was shooting full loads again. The first two times after our rescue he had been worried that I would never shoot enough of a load to fill his mouth again. I had to stop the pair at one orgasm, I wanted to be sure I had enough cum in my balls to feed Junior even if the only way I could do that was by masturbating into his mouth from the side of his hospital bed.
By the time I returned to the Medical center Junior was worn out from the rehab that Rhoda had him start immediately once consciousness had been restored. Like me one of the first sets of muscles she had him working on were those that move the jaws, she wanted us able to talk and eat. I know what it was like for him to work the jaw muscles, sure I hadn't been in as bad as shape but my muscles were so badly depleted by the time we were rescued that I was no longer able to chew food. The first solid food I was able to eat tasted so good I think I will always remember Joey hand feeding me the meat loaf and mashed potatoes, he stayed with me until I was finished eating and fed me the desert I most wanted.
I wasn't going to take advantage of Junior's condition and try re-establishing the agreements we had battled out while trapped in the cavern. I didn't even mention the fact that we were going to get married. Unbelievably for me, I didn't attempt touching him in more than an almost Platonic way. Junior had slept through much of the evening but would wake for a few minutes occasionally, he would try talking to me although it was little more than a whisper.
Rhoda had me on a strict schedule, it was close to time for me to do forty push ups, clean up and go to bed. I was telling Junior about the strict exercise schedule and warning him that it was what he could look forward to as he started getting stronger.
"Sex?" I should have known that sex would be on his mind, but what did he want to know about sex? When we could have it?
"It's not on the schedule, but I am allowed to have sex." I couldn't read the look on his face, I was afraid it was anger but I wasn't certain.
"I haven't fucked or been fucked since we left the cavern." His look changed to a smile so quick I was sure the exercises he had been doing earlier had paid off.
"You need to get your butt back. I don't want to be breaking bones when we fuck." I was standing close enough to the bed that if he was able to use his arms he would have been able to reach my cock. I was surprised when he turned his head towards me and opened his mouth. I hadn't been erect, but pulling my shorts down and having my cock flop in front of his face my cock grew half way and when his tongue slid from his mouth I leaned over him to allow him to touch me.
I was able to fuck his mouth a little and force my cock head into his throat but he was not able to join in the action. I gave him a few thrusts and then pulled out far enough to stroke the majority of my shaft with the head still bouncing against his lips and teeth. I had expected that jacking off was all that would happen so I wasn't disappointed, in fact I was glad that Junior had initiated the action and was trying to say cum. When I did, he gagged as he first tried swallowing. I had to wipe the cum off his cheek with my cock and push it back into his mouth until he swallowed it all.
The next morning Thomas was at the door when I opened it expecting Joey to be bringing breakfast. "Follow me."
By that time I could walk a fair distance first thing in the morning so following Thomas to the sports field on the upper level was not a problem. He hadn't given me time to get dressed and wouldn't for the next two months. Every morning we would go to the sports field and sit in the center of it, he would tell me stories. You might call them mythological stories or folk lore but he was instructing me in the religion of his people. He had started at the beginning when according to legend the Choctaw peoples had followed the animals up a hill from the center of the Earth. We would repeat the old stories until I was able to repeat them without any prompting from him. He had a much better story telling manner than me but I gave it my all.
He went through the old legends bringing his people from somewhere in the West that could no longer support the tribes because of a great drought that had turned the land to dessert. There was a legend they had followed a "Magic stick" (do all people have their magic shafts? Moses with his stick that turned to a snake, etc.) until they arrived in Mississippi where they built the great mounds starting with the bones of their ancestors that they had carried with them from the land that had been their home for many centuries. For the first week we were alone for the time he had determined was necessary and then I would return to the lower level for my rehabilitation exercises. I think it was sometime towards the end of the first week that Jude found us.
He was only a little over two but he was able to escape from whomever was supposed to be watching him and would come to the sports field every morning. The first few times he showed up Thomas had me return him to the community center. After the first three times Jude would often make it back to the field before I managed the walk He would always be rid of his clothes and he would crawl on my lap to listen to the stories. Once he had heard a story twice he would correct me as I tried to repeat it to Thomas, after the first time he corrected me Thomas had no further problem with my son joining us.
When I had the legends and religious stories down well enough that I could repeat them on demand Thomas began to teach me the recent history of the Choctaw beginning around the 1600's with the coming of the "white devils". He quickly moved into the 1700's with other tribes being forced west by the white settlers in Florida. Georgia and the Carolina's. He dwelt on the years around the Civil War when the Choctaw sided with the CSA for weeks, many of the tribal leaders had held slaves without any concern for racial background. They not only held African slaves but also those of other Native tribes and some of European descent. They had felt badly used by the CSA who had promised a Choctaw state should they win the war when the war ended with them being forced to move to the Indian Lands, what we currently call Oklahoma.
After settling in Oklahoma their history was much less exciting. None the less he made me listen and repeat his version of their history until I was able to do as well with recent history as I could with the myths and legends. Huge lengths of time were a sad progression to the state before the attack when the Choctaw nation only was recognized by the tribal confederation. When we came to the stories of his family, Henry Sr., Jr. and as many of the brothers and sisters as they knew about I understood how Junior had turned into the man he is.
I sat before Henry Sr. and Thomas's sister much like you would to do your graduate school oral exams, for three days they questioned me. I had never had a huge desire to learn what I was being taught but when I would visit Junior after my exercises and have him listen to me repeat my lessons, I saw how important it was to him that I become a part of his tribe. I passed the questioning without too many mistakes.
"My sister is astounded that you have been doing as well as you have in following the lessons Thomas has stretched out to two months. My Father have decided that you are ready to join the tribal males in a sweat lodge ceremony."
"What will the ceremony be celebrating?" I had heard about sweat lodge ceremonies where those that weren't used to them quickly dehydrated and died. I also knew that the sweat lodge ceremonies often involved psychotropic drugs, which I didn't want to take. I had no idea if he and I were rehabilitated enough to go into a sweat lodge and would ask Rhoda, especially about the drugs if I was forced.
"You look like you are worried about it. My Father has promised me that we will be healthy enough to survive the ceremony. Normally it would be from a few hours long to all night but he will shorten it so we should not have any negative reactions. I see you still want to talk to Rhoda about our health. Don't. Trust my Father to do what is right and to want what is right for us." He was squeezing my hand tight enough I knew he was likely well enough to be in the sweat lodge for an hour if his lungs could stand the humidity.
"If he will promise to keep it under an hour we should be okay but unless he promises that I'll refuse, I don't want to see you relapse." Junior had been having trouble breathing when we were first rescued from the cavern, Rhoda had thought it might be a condition that could be aggravated unless we kept the environment drier than it would be normally.
"I don't know if he'll believe an hour will be long enough to shed your white man's skin and become one of us." Junior may have been kidding me, he was playing with my sac and rolling my balls over his fingers.
"This is the adoption ceremony?" I hoped the skin he was touching wasn't the white skin he thought I would be shedding.
"No. This is a preliminary that let's the tribe know that you are ready to be adopted. My sister has been trying to get him to open up the ceremony so she can attend but so far he has managed to resist her pleas. He claims there has never been a woman allowed in the sweat lodge when the ceremony is being held. That my Father will be using AC/DC as a helper is a huge step since the boy is not a tribal member. I think he hopes that AC/DC can be adopted when he is of age since he no longer has a tribe of his own." Junior knew that I was not pleased with the way his sister had taken to staring at my cock. In her presence was the only time I was wearing my shorts. Rhoda and Junior thought it was hilarious that I felt the need to cover up when around her.
"I never thought to ask, if I am adopted into the tribe does that mean my children are adopted into the tribe, also?" Was this going to divide the village into Native and Non-native? Might there be trouble because of what I was doing?
"No, they will have to undergo their our lessons and ceremony." By that point he had worked his fingers up from my balls to start slowly stroking my cock. I knew where that was leading but I thought I'd make him wait.
"Jude knows the lessons as well as your brother." Junior had heard about my son correcting me when I was still learning the stories.
"I think he should wait until he is older. I don't think the ceremony is ever performed with boys that haven't gone through puberty." AC/DC was just beginning to show signs of puberty, not too much but his balls had started to grow some hair.
"You have said you can't tell me anything, but if the boys have to go through puberty first does that mean there is a sexual component to the ceremony in the sweat lodge?" I had been curious about Sweat Lodge ceremonies from the first time Thomas had mentioned them while talking about animal spirits.
"Roger, this will be a private ceremony they are somewhat different for every person that is preparing to be adopted. If my Father, the Chief, thinks your sexuality needs to be other than it is now there will be a sexual part to the ceremony. If he believes that you need something else to move you from thinking like a white man to that of a Choctaw that is what will be included. The first time anyone goes into the sweat lodge he is expected to find his spirit animal, that we are being restricted to around an hour means that your spirit quest may be done in another way or a separate time, I know my Father is concerned with you having seen the spirit of a deceased man. He hopes that Noel is not to be your spirit guide, he has only ever heard of Shaman having human spirits as their guides." That was about the longest I had heard Junior speak since he regained consciousness.
"How long do you think we have before Karen returns?"
"I don't know, Junior. She's already been gone for almost an hour. How long did you ask here to leave us alone?"
"After rehab I asked Rhoda to ask Karen to stay away for the whole evening, if maybe she could allow us to be alone until it is time that the pre-sleep meds are due." I looked at the clock.
"Do you know when that is?"
"Sometime between ten and eleven. I think it depends on how hard I was worked during rehab. Last night it was shortly after ten."
"If we have until ten that gives us about two hours." We both had silly grins.
"I doubt I can go for that long, but come here." He had both arms around my neck and kissed me. I had been hoping and wishing for this day.
"I'm ready for you to fuck me. I wish it was the other way around but I don't think I could fuck you long enough to make it worth our effort."
"I prefer fucking you the way you have wanted it most of the time, but I don't think I am ready to be holding you up or pounding bone on bone. If I'm to fuck you, you are going to have to be bent over the side of the bed." I wished we would have been ready to actually make love but neither of us was physically ready for what that would require.
"That sounds sexy as Hell. It's been a long time and your cock is going to feel fucking huge , it will most likely hurt, take it easy to start but don't let me stop you. I want all of you in me." There was a bottle of massage oil the Dr. had been using after Junior's walking exercises. I could think of better lube but it would be greasy enough for me to enter his asshole even if it was absorbed as the friction and heat increased.
I hated to see how much Junior's butt had been destroyed due to our mal-nurishment over the three weeks in the cavern. Rhoda had said as long as we had enough water I should have been able to survive another week or two but Junior might have only had a few more days, she wasn't aware we had been out of water for days when rescued.
"Thomas helped me shave this morning." I was not using the oil yet, I was just running my fingers around the rim of his asshole.
"You've been planning this all day?" His hole was flirting with me a little as I touched the rim as gently as I could.
"I've been planning and hoping for this evening for a few weeks, as soon as I was able to walk more than a few dozen steps I worked to get enough padding not to hurt you or have you break my pelvis. I have wanted it so much I asked Karen to find me a "Donut" we could use for protection. I didn't think you would be willing to use what she found. I have been dreaming about this evening everyday when Rhoda had me doing squats and lunges." He attempt to squeeze his cheeks on my hand but was unable.
Whatever his brother had done to his asshole had a wonderful result, Junior was smoother than any asshole I had ever felt. I could have been lost in feeling his taint and butt but he brought me back to the program. "Finger me, please. Open me up."
Pre-cum! It is a great lube, nature knows what he needs to have us provide, I wiped up a generous dollop of pre-cum with my forefinger and slowly used it to open Junior's ass. The moan he made at having just one finger in him made me worry that we weren't going to be able to do what we both wanted and needed. I gave him a slow one finger exercising until I saw there was enough pre-cum leaking from my cock and wiped it up with the other forefinger and spread his asshole open more with two fingers moving against each other and pulling him wide.
Junior really must have been needing a cock as much as I needed to fuck him, if I'd wanted I could have fucked Tiffan or Joey but I had passed. With just two fingers playing in his asshole he was moaning and groaning as loud as I'd heard him moan when being fucked hard. He started to beg me to fuck him, then yelling for me to stick my whole cock all the way in. I love having the man I'm going to fuck beg me to give him all of my cock. I pulled my fingers out.
"Keep your asshole open, Junior." Would I ever call him by his name? I spread pre-cum on his asshole and without a warning rammed at least half of my cock into the man that wanted to be my husband.
"Damn! Fuck! Hell! Motherfucker! Hell! Hell! Fuck!" Even through the pain it was obvious that he didn't want me to stop, he didn't ask for it or try getting his hands in the way of me pushing in further. I worked the first half of my cock around and back and forth getting Junior to relax and enjoy what we were doing. It took at least ten minutes for him to stop swearing and yelling, I could easily tell when his breathing changed, he actually tried pushing back against my invading cock instead of simply taking it.
"Ready for the rest of my cock, wife?" I hoped he would remember the fun we had trying to determine who would take what title.
"I'm going to be your husband not your wife, bitch." If one of us was going to have to be a wife there would not be a wedding, I felt the same way as he did.
"Right now you're my wife and I'm going to fuck you until you start shooting cum out of your clit." I knew it was total nonsense but that was what I needed, nonsense helps hold my need to shoot back. Junior had never expressed any feminine desires so everything I was saying was egging him on. Egging him on enough that he tried pushing back even further every time I plunged my cock further in him.
When I'd helped him lay down I had pushed his cock down so that it was against the side of the bed, not under him. As I stroked him lightly he cried out that he needed to cum. I let go of his cock and slammed my cock into him again and again until I felt him spasming around my shaft. Balls against balls I unloaded a huge volley of cum into him while his load squirted on my leg and foot. That felt good but I was like him, I needed him to fuck me and wasn't going to be able to wait much longer.
Fucking him a second time would have been fantastic but I worried that he wasn't ready for that yet. "I'm going to leak out all of your cum, Roger. Help me over to the commode."
I spent the time it took him to empty his bowels washing my cock. Although I had been used to sharing piss since I was a teenager being in the same space as anyone taking a dump had never been part of my life until Junior and I were in the cavern and I had to help him back and forth to the can we used. How others thought of shit as sexy was and still is a mystery to me.
"Damn, I'm feeling weak. I thought you were pumping your strength into me." Junior was smiling at me as I helped him off the commode. "I guess you are going to have to pump more cum into me in the coming week so I can get my strength back."
"Do you expect me to object to that?" I wanted to pinch his butt but as thin as the skin had become I was afraid the slightest pinch would bruise him. Instead I turned him to me and kissed him passionately. We were still standing there in each others arms sucking on each others tongues when Karen returned.
"I thought you would be doing more than kissing. You didn't need to ask me to leave you alone for a couple hours just to kiss." Junior blushed so dark she had to know that there was more that had happened in the room than two men kissing.
"Karen, I think Junior is going to be wanting you to leave us alone for about the same amount of time for the next couple weeks. He seems to think I am giving him 'strength', I certainly don't want him to think I don't want to give it to him." My cock betrayed what I was saying, it bounced between Junior's legs long enough that Karen could see me poking past his asshole.
"Well, its past time for fun and games. Its bed-time for both of you."
"Don't you think its time that we can sleep together?" I hadn't known that Junior's family had been trying to keep that from happening until the day prior when Thomas had slipped when I had said something about missing Junior in my bed.
"You'll have to ask Dr. Rhoda, Henry Jr. is still prone to bruising badly so she will most likely have you wait a few more weeks." I was disappointed to hear than but looked forward to the first night we would sleep in each others arms.
"Now get that monster out of here so he can sleep." She knew exactly what I hate and flicked the tip of my cock with her fingernail. I hurried from the room swearing at Karen, it was good natured but I hate that.
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