Caleb walked across the field to the huge oak. The day was overcast and cool. He loved days like this. The long prairie grass swayed and shimmered with the breeze. When he got to the tree he laid a blanket down and sat. He could see from all directions so he could tell if someone approached. He lived at the homestead with his maw and two teenage sisters so he didnt have much time to himself. He undid his britches and slid them down to his knees. His hard, 4 inch pecker sprung free. He slowly began stroking his rigid cock. At 12 years of age, he had heard some of the other boys at the schoolhouse talk about giving themselves "the tingles" and the first time he tried it he came so hard he nearly passed out. After that he jerked off every chance he got. Caleb looked alot like his paw who died during the war. About 5'7 with short dark brown hair, brown eyes and a lean toned build. He thought of some of the other boys and their naked bodies everytime theyd go skinny dipping in the creek. His eyes were closed and his fist pumping his dick. Suddenly he heard what sounded like a snort. He opened his eyes and saw an Indian sitting on his white and brown spotted horse.
Caleb looked at the Indian and the Indian looked at him. Caleb was so shocked by seeing a real life Indian that he didnt think to cover his hard dick. The Indian got off his horse and stared twords him. Caleb noticed he couldnt have been more than 17 or 18. His smooth skin was the color of red clay and his body was lean and muscular. He was shirtless wearing only animal skin britches and moccasans. His long shiney black hair blew in the breeze as he towered over him. Caleb could see his chest was smooth and sculpted and his stomach was flat and ripped. Suddenly the Indian boy sat down beside him. He took his hand and touched Calebs chest. His hand was big and warm with long delicate fingers. Caleb closed his eyes when the Indian leaned down and began sucking and licking his nipples. He felt the Indians hand travel down his stomach and wrap his hand around his hard member. The boy slowly started stroking. He soon had Caleb panting. He felt the familiar tingle in his smooth, egg shaped balls.
"Im gonna cum!" He moaned. The Indian smiled. Caleb moaned loudly and arched his back when he felt the Indians lips on his rock hard cock.
"Oh! Im gonna!" He didnt say anything else as rope after thick rope of his warm spunk shot out of him and down the Indians throat. The Indian sucked hard and when his cock stopped twitching he saw the Indian swallow his seed.
"We are one. Connected" the Indian said. He leaned down and kissed Calebs red lips.
"You belong to me and I belong to you!" the Indian exclaimed. Caleb nodded. The Indian stood and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Caleb said. "Whats your name?" The Indians dark eyes sparkled as he looked down at him.
"Joseph. Joseph Stormcrow". Caleb smiled and told him his name.
"Be here tomarrow Caleb, my beloved one!" Caleb watched his new friend and lover ride off into the distance.
"My beloved one!" Caleb repeated on his way home. He knew he would make some excuse to see Joseph again tomarrow.
To be continued....
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