THE SLAVE and THE INDIAN - by Eagleman
This story is fiction. It takes place about ten years before the Civil War, when slavery was still a fact in America. Responses from the readers will determine whether any other parts of this story appear. Eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Moses stopped and listened. He heard the usual sounds of the forest: birds, crickets, things like that. He didn't hear what he was straining to hear: the dogs. He had no idea how long he had run or how far. He knew that he left two nights ago and had been running or walking ever since. When he listened to others talk they always said 'follow the north star' to freedom, but he felt that his destiny lay west so he was going in that direction. If it wasn't for William he would have been gone a long time ago. He was not made to be a slave and would not allow anyone to 'own' him. Now, he was on his own and had no idea where all this would lead him. His only thought was freedom - he had to get away from Sam Tilden.
Sam had decided to call the dogs off and return to the plantation. There was no use wasting his time and energy on a rebellious slave who refused to be tamed. He was too old for that stuff. In his prime he would have chased Moses to California just to teach him a lesson, but now he was tired of fighting and chasing. He shouldn't have bought Moses anyway. When he saw him on the auction block he was impressed with his size - he was over 6 feet tall and heavily muscled. It indicated that he had worked, and could work, real hard. But there was something in his eyes - an anger, a rebelliousness, that checked him. It was only at the urging of his overseer, Tom, that he decided to bid and buy him. Moses was trouble from the first. He was tough and strong and refused to submit. Tom's attempts at beating were feeble and ineffective. Moses talked little to anyone and stayed to himself. He was unsocial; that is, until he and William discovered each other. Sam didn't know what their relationship was but Tom thought there was something more than just friendship. He talked about perverseness and other stuff, but he had no proof. Besides, Sam thought that Tom spent too much time reading the Bible. He couldn't understand how he could reconcile that with beating slaves the way he did. Tom thought that Moses would run away when Sam sold William, but Sam needed the cash and William brought a good price. Now Tom had been proved right about Moses.
Moses kept walking west. He climbed trees and slept in their branches at night and he ate berries and wild plants during the day. He was constantly looking over his shoulders. He hadn't imagined that freedom would be like this. He was tired, hungry and a little scared. Thoughts of William kept flooding his mind. He wondered how he was, what he was doing, where he was. Ever since Sam sold him he knew he had to leave, he couldn't stay without William. From the first he and William had something special. Moses remembered the first night he and William decided to meet in the woods, on the edge of the plantation. They had talked during the day and had agreed to meet. Neither was sure what the other wanted but they came hoping. Moses remembered how they stood there, shy and reticent, almost deciding they had made a mistake and should go back. Then William reached out and took Moses' hand and just held it and looked deep into his eyes. Moses leaned forward and kissed William gently, more a peck than a kiss. It was a tentative start, a way of starting but leaving a door open to retreat. He didn't have to retreat though, William returned the kiss and this time it was a real kiss. His tongue broke through into Moses' mouth and they both surrendered to the fire that was dormant within them. Moses remembered how William had taken his large member in his mouth and sucked him until he came in huge spurts. His seed burst into William in torrents. Then he had done the same for William. It had been an awesome first time for both of them. There were many times after that and many more experiences. Moses remembered the first time he had taken Williams member into his arse. It had been painful, and then it gave him more pleasure than he had ever had before. He wanted it again and again and William was always able to give. He also gave Willaim the same pleasure and that made William understand why Moses loved it so much. Then, William was sold and his world came apart.
Moses came to a river. All along its banks were clumps of bushes that could be parted to reveal soft grass. Within each clump was a grassy oasis that invited the tired and weary. Moses crawled in one and fell asleep. Sunlight filtering into the oasis woke him. But he realized it wasn't just the sun, he felt as though there was something or someone near him. He saw no one, heard no one, but he felt that, suddenly, he was not alone. He pulled the reeds apart and peered out. Sitting about five feet from him, staring into his face, was an Indian brave. Moses was startled and let go of the reeds. He heard a chuckle. He had no weapon, nothing. He had heard the whites talking about Indians and they usually used the word, savages. He had also heard the slaves say they could be trusted and would not harm them. He knew he had to face this Indian - regardless.
Moses stood up, parted the reeds and stepped out. He looked at the Indian and waited. The brave, who had been kneeling, stood up. He looked at Moses and smiled. Moses felt a weight lift. He hadn't realized it before, but he had been afraid. That was a strange emotion for him because he feared little. The Indian moved toward him. Moses stood still and looked. He wondered if this Indian could even speak his language. He had also heard that Indians spoke their own language unless they had been around the white man.
"My name is Tall Feather. I have followed you for two days."
"I saw and heard no one. Where were you." Moses was puzzled. How could this be.
"I followed you as the fox follows the rabbit, quietly."
"How do you know the white man's tongue?"
"I was raised at a Mission School and was taught by the missionaries. After I got big I ran away."
"Why did you run away?"
"The missionaries were hypocrites."
"Hyp..hyp..o...What is that?" The Indian laughed.
"It is saying one thing and doing something else." Tall Feather said it very seriously.
"Oh." Moses thought for awhile, that described Tom. He understood.
"Say that word again." He wanted to know it.
"Hypocrite."
Moses repeated it and looked closely at Tall Feathers. He noticed that he was his height, but not his build. His color was like that of slaves he had seen who had white fathers, but just a little lighter. His arms were muscled and gave evidence of power. He was only wearing a loin cloth and Moses noticed his long, powerful legs. Moses was also aware that as he watched this Indian his own member began to stir in his pants. It had been sometime since he had coupled with anyone and he had a need. He did not know if other men beside he and William did such things but his body was responding to this Indian standing before him. As he looked he saw that the Indian's loin cloth was rising in front - his member was responding to Moses.
Without a word Tall Feathers reached around to his back and unfastened his loincloth. It fell to the ground leaving him naked. His engorged penis stood straight up. Moses pulled his shirt over his head and let his pants drop to his feet. Tall Feathers walked toward him, reached up and caressed his face.
"You are like the night, so beautiful in your darkness," he said. No one had ever talked to Moses like that. He reached out and touched the Indian's chest. He rubbed him and caressed his nipples and then bent over to suck them. He took each nipple in his mouth and tweaked them with his tongue. He moved from one to the other, all the while caressing the Indian's back. His hands moved down to his ass and he cupped each cheek in his hand and savored their roundness, their protuberance. Tall Feathers' hands were busy also: he was caressing Moses upper body and moaning at the pleasure Moses' mouth was giving him. He pulled Moses head up and began kissing him again. Their hands exploring, reaching, touching, caressing, responding. Moses put his arms around the Indian and pulled him to him tightly. Their long, thick cocks were rubbing together. The two men began pumping into each other, rubbing their cocks and savoring the pleasurable feelings. This went on for a long time. Moses loved the feel of Tall Feathers' hands cupping his ass cheeks and grinding into him. He knew he would spill his seed soon - he wanted to.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhhhhh." Tall Feathers began to grunt out his orgasm. His cock, which was pointed straight up spit out his seed. It shot out like a arrow from a bow and hit Moses repeatedly in the chin.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." At the same time Moses' long, black dick erupted and shot his seed out into the air - far out.
The two men fell into each others arms, spent with the first spilling of their seed together. Moses' hands reached up to the Indians face and caressed it. Tall Feather's kissed Moses' cheek and nuzzled into him.
"I have wanted you since I saw you two days ago. That is why I followed you. My desire for you grew each day. You are strong and lovely. I would put my seed in you and receive yours."
"Yes," said Moses. "I want that too." Moses took Tall Feathers' hand and led him back into the bushes that had been his bedroom. He pulled him down on the soft grass and began kissing him. Their tongues danced together in Moses' mouth as they explored each other. Finally Moses lay down and pulled the Indian Brave on top of him.
"Put your seed in me, Tall Feathers. I want it." Without a word, the Indian arose and went out of the bushes to his leather bag. He took out a little leather bag and brought it back. He reached in and pulled out something like butter, bear lotion, which he used to lubricate his stiff member. Then he lifted Moses' legs and put some of the stuff on his manhole. He pushed his finger deep into Moses and caused him to groan as he reached into him, into his very private parts. When he felt that Moses was ready, he looked into his eyes and positioned his long rod against Moses' waiting hole. Slowly he pushed into Moses shithole. Like a hand going into a glove his dick fit in snugly, tightly. The heat from Moses rectum surrounded his long penis. He lay down on Moses, put his lips to his and began to kiss him gently. Moses purred in contentment in response to the long dick that was filling him. He felt Tall Feather deep inside his bowels and knew that this was what he wanted, what he needed.
Tall Feathers' took his time. He fucked Moses for a long time. He put his arms around him and held him tightly and moved his hips up and down to piston his cock deep into this beautiful black man. In response Moses lifted his arse to receive each thrust of his long rod. They flowed together in perfect harmony. Time seemed to stand still as the Indian fucked the ex-slave. Neither wanted this to end and each did everything they could to prolong it. Tall Feathers stopped several times to allow his orgasm to ebb. Each time he started again with renewed vigor. He had been with other men but he had never been so consumed with passion and desire as he was for this black man. Moses felt the long dick deep inside him. He felt it push his prostate and he moaned in ecstasy with each thrust. With William they had never had time for prolonged love making, this was a new and wonderful experience for him. Every time Tall Feathers stopped he held him tightly and waited, wanting it again and again.
At long last Tall Feathers could stand it no longer. He pushed deep into Moses and began to grind his pelvis against his. His orgasm seem to begin down in his toes and rise up through his entire body. He felt his jism spurt out into Moses and bathed the walls of his ass. Then, because it was such a copious flow, it spilled out of his ass into the grass. At the same time Moses came again spilling his seed onto the Indian's chest and stomach.
They lay in the grass, totally spent and satiated. Neither wanted to move. Tall Feathers lay on top of Moses, wrapped in his arms, unwilling to change his position.
"Your love is better than a tribe of squaws," Tall Feathers looked into Moses' eyes and grinned. "I have never known such pleasure before."
"You are more than I could have believed to happen. I love you. I don't know you, Tall Feathers, but I love you. Your long dick has given me joy that I never knew."
The two rolled apart and just lay there in the grass, enjoying their unspoken company.
Finally, Moses spoke, "Why did you follow me, Tall Feathers?"
"When I first saw you I knew you were running away and I wanted to help you. I didn't say anything at first because I didn't want to frighten you. As I followed you I saw how beautiful you were and my desire began to burn in me. I wanted to put my seed in you and to feel your kisses on my face. What joy you have given me!"
"I will stay with you. I ran away because my lover was sold and I felt I had no reason to live, but now I do. I will be with you, will you have me?"
"I will not let you go. We are joined forever." Moses related to Tall Feathers all that had happened to him as a slave. He told him about William and their love. In his turn, Tall Feathers told Moses about his life among white man and about the white man who had first loved him. It was a sad story because their love had been discovered and destroyed by the missionaries. There was a great sadness in Tall Feathers' heart. But he knew, now, that Moses would heal that sadness.
"We will help each other," he told Moses. "Our love will bring about a healing in each of us."
"You are right, I feel my sadness lifting already." Moses was glad that this Indian had followed him. He lay his head on Tall Feathers' chest and fell asleep.