Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 17:50:27 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Little Indian Boy II This chapter is shorter than I usually write but I'd promised Nifty that I'd get it posted within an hour of the first one. I do try to honor my promises. I hope you like the story. Sonny has been on my mind as the possibility of something longer and here it is with more to come. ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ Still naked, I had Sonny plop his slender little butt on a stool in the mud room while I took out a navy med kit. Everything was neat and orderly so I had no problem finding the medical shears and went about cutting the bandages off of sonny's hand and wrist. The palm and a couple fingers had gashes in it, none that required stitches but almost. They looked like defensive cuts to me. "Can you move your fingers," I asked the boy and he did, slowly and in some obvious pain. The hand was somewhat grimy so I whetted a wash cloth then used medicated cleanser to get the grime off. Sonny grimaced and gasped a few times but didn't cry out. "This is gonna sting," warned him and used a hydrogen peroxide wash to kill any infection that might be lurking there. Of course the stuff bubbled like a witch's brew but again, the boy remained fairly stoic. After patting it dry I smeared it with an antibiotic cream then re-wrapped it and taped it off. That being done I went to work on the arm with the cast. "Wanna tell me what happened," I asked as I cleaned the grime off his hand and fingers then trimmed the cotton batting that was coming out all around the hand. The cast was in extremely bad shape, small bits a pieces handing along the edges, still held in place by the cast mesh. If there was still something broken under there then the cast was all but useless. "My uncle," Sonny said. After a moment of his not saying anything I looked up at him then went back to work. Once the cast was cleaned up I found a nail cleaner and went about getting the entombed dirt from under the nails as well as the nail bed next to the cuticles. All in all it took about 30 minutes during which Sonny told me that his uncle was a raging alcoholic, had always resented having to watch after Sonny and had slapped the boy around for years. "I learned pretty much to stay away from him as much as possible, especially when he was drinking which was every day. I spend most of my time staying at friend's houses." Sonny went on to describe a life that had been filled with strife, often with fear if not terror. He'd been beaten so many times he'd lost count. The boy had various bones broken, the current arm break had happened when he fell trying to get away from the man. The washer dinged its finish so I tossed it into the dryer then turned back to Sonny. The boy was looking at me and I simply looked back for a moment, taking in his beauty. The kid was a knockout, no doubt about it but he also seemed to be sweet and kind. I single tear started to run down his cheek and it was all I could do not to run over and hold him. I did step up and put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. He started crying and it was so soft that if it hadn't been for his shoulders heaving I wouldn't have known. His head was down, looking at the floor, his hands at his face. He sobbed for a good 2 minutes before it subsided I dropped to one knee in front of him which of course placed me eye to eye with his crotch. Everything was hanging easy their default position and was truly a wonderful sight. I looked up, saw that Sonny's eyes were closed but water ran down his smooth cheeks. He finally opened them, saw me watching him, but did nothing to hide the pain he was feeling. I grabbed the wash cloth off the counter and gently blotted his eyes and wiped his cheeks, the boy sitting patiently and allowing me to groom him. "I don't have any body Dakota. That's why I'm trying to find my mom." The look of anguish on his smooth brown face about ripped my heart out. "Look Sonny, I know it's not the same but, I'm here for you. I'm here for you today and I'll be here for you tomorrow and as long as you need me to be. I know I'm not blood family but we're from that same people; that makes us brothers in the native tradition." He was looking me in the eyes and without saying a word slid off the stool and into my arms. The boy his arms around my neck, mine went around his waist and he hugged me fiercely. "Thank you Dakota. That means a lot to me," he whispered in my ear. He finally broke the hug and sat back on the stool and I finished working on the cast and once it was finished re-stowed the med pack and put it back in the cupboard. The clothes still had some time to dry so I turned to see the boy's mouth wide open in a yawn. I asked if he was tired and he nodded his head. "I haven't had a lot of sleep lately and none of it has been real good." "Well you can turn in if you want to. I still have some things to attend to so I won't be going to sleep for a while." He said that would be good. I told him he'd have to sleep in my bed or the sofa because the second bed room was my workout room and he said that was okay. "And the clothes won't be dry for at least 20 minutes." "That's okay Dakota, I don't mind sleeping naked." I nodded my head then he followed me into the bedroom where I turned the bed down and he climbed in. I sat down on the bed along side him then reached out and pushed a stray strand of hair from his face and simply admired his beauty. The boy was so damned cute and seemed so incredibly sweet and, if not innocent, then darned close. "You are so kind to me," he said, his voice soft and child like. "Thank you Dakota." I nodded my head in thanks, not deeming it necessary to actually answer. "What if I can't find my mom; what then?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know Sonny. I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. For now though, do your best to get a good night's sleep and tomorrow morning we'll get that arm checked out. Then we'll start looking for your mom." I started to get up but he took hold of my wrist and pulled gently while propping himself up on one elbow. His head was raised and it didn't take a lot to figure out what he wanted. I leaned down, pursed my lips then kissed him, reveling in the contact and the softness of him. "Thank you again," he said then lay down, slipped his arm under the covers and snuggled in so that only his head was visible. It stood up and left the room and figured that he may well have been sound asleep before I pulled the door closed to just a crack. I went through the living room and kept going into the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. I rarely drank but always kept a couple of cold ones just in case. Snookie was right there with me so I dropped to a knee to hug and rub him which of course he loved beyond measure. "What are we gonna do with that boy," I said aloud and Snookie looked at me then swiped his big tongue across my face. Apparently he wasn't sure either. I traipsed back into the living room and turned the TV on and watched mindlessly for about 30 minutes until the beer was gone then tossed the empty into the trash. I let the dog out then pulled the clothes out of the dryer and tossed them on the counter to fold. I wondered about spending some money to get Sonny some new clothes as his were pretty threadbare. Snooks scratched at the door to be let in so I did then set the house alarm, turned the lights off and trundled off to bed. I woke in the middle of the night to find Sonny pressed up against me. I always sleep on my back and the boy was snuggled in close, his bandaged arm across my belly. He head was resting on my shoulder, the arm with the cast must have been behind him. I was acutely aware of his rock hard cock pressed against my hip. He was breathing in a slow but steady rhythm, clearly in a deep REM sleep. He felt warm and good against my body and I remembered back to when Gian, the Filipino boy I'd been with, would snuggle up to me the same way. I missed having a boy in my life, a boy I could love, and before drifting off to sleep wondered briefly if Sonny might fill that void, at least for a while. I woke at 5:30, my customary time, hauled my ass out of bed, when to the bathroom to do my thing then got dressed for my morning workout. I did 15 minutes of stretches and took Snookie with me for my 2 mile run, which of course he loved. Back at the house I went through my weight routine then turned my coffee pot on. While it was going I went to by bedroom to change out of my sweaty clothes. I'd considered a shower but figured Sonny was going to want one as well and likely would need some help. Well, hopefully would need some help. I chastised myself for a moment, thinking of the boy in that manner, but quickly dismissed it. Because the furnace had gone on and the house warmed up Sonny had kicked some of the covers off. He was still laying face down, his arms wrapped around a pillow, covered mostly by the sheet and that only barely. His back was completely exposed, the edge of the sheet puddling in the small of his back. His butt rose up from there, a narrow but nicely rounded pair of globes. The sheet had settled a little in his gluteal cleavage which highlighted his cheeks. I felt my belly tingle just looking at him, loving the serene innocence of his sleep. He must have sensed my presence for he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. He smiled at me then stretched noisily, arching his back, his morning hard on making itself known against the sheet. He relaxed back onto the bed and his bandaged hand went straight for his crotch to tug and pull and otherwise relieve some of the tension that was caused by inattention. "Did you sleep well," I asked him as he released his boyhood charm and let his arms rest on the bed. "Yeah, like a rock," he said with a yawn. "I really gotta pee though." With that he tossed the sheets back and swung his legs out and got up, his cock standing proud and firm in front of his taut brown belly, his smooth hairless sac at full hang. I couldn't help but look and so did he. "I must be glad to see you," he said with a laugh then headed toward the door, his cock wagging like a blind man's cane. I turned as he went past and admired again, his slender butt. Sonny surprised me by looking back over his shoulder to see if I was watching him and smiled when he saw that I was. I heard him pee, then heard the door close and knew that he was taking care of his other business. I went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and less than five minutes later I heard the toilet flush and he came out of the bathroom and into the living room where I was seated. I watched him approach my chair, his stuff back in its default state, his cock head peeking out from beneath its dusky hat. He had a terrific body in that all the creases and crevices were in the right places giving his torso a nice definition. He came up and sat on the arm of my chair and leaned down for a kiss, which I gave him. I wondered briefly what it would be like to linger there, my lips pushing against his soft full lips. "Are you hungry naked boy?" He smiled which made his face light up and nodded his head then commented that I was just as naked as he was. That was true; I was and generally was until I showered. "How about some scrambled eggs and toast?" He nodded his head again and said it would be perfect. I hiked my butt up out of the chair and headed to the kitchen, Sonny behind me. He asked if he could have some coffee, I said he could then so got a cup from the cupboard, poured it and asked what he wanted in it which was cram and sugar. When I had it prepared to his liking I handed it to him and started the breakfast process. We made small talk while I cooked then sat at the small kitchen bar and ate. Sonny didn't seem to have too much problem although it was slow going. It was a little after 8 and I wanted to get to the clinic at a reasonable hour. I told Sonny I needed a shower and he said he'd like to take one as well. I asked if he wanted his hair re-done since there were strands poking out all over and he nodded his head. We tromped off to the bathroom, got his hair brushed out and his hands re-bagged, the water where I wanted it, and in we went. After getting us both rinsed off we stepped out from under the spray and I went about doing Sonny's shoulders. As soon as I took my hands away he leaned back into me so I simply reached around him and began working his chest then slipped my arms under his and soaped his flat belly. I'd kept the bar of soap in one hand in order to keep the suds going and when I got just below his belly button I ran my soapy fingers down into his hairs and the base of his cock. I was a little shocked because the boy felt hard. I reached out in front of me, rubbed my hands together to get more lather then put one on each hips and moved inward, my free hand getting to the center first. The fingers slipped between his balls and his inner thigh then back between his legs a couple times before coming out underneath his soft sperm makers and lifting them. I pulled up as my other hand moved in and touched his cock and discovered that he was in fact fully engorged. The free hand encircled his rigid flesh and I felt my own cock begin to harden against Sonny's butt. "What have we here," I said as I slid my soapy hand the full length of him. "It's glad to see you Dakota," the boy said looking downward and watching my hands as they played and washed all that made him a boy. "Feels like your glad too," he said. I moved my ass back in order to allow my cock free rein to go in the direction nature wanted it to then moved back against him, pinning my dick between us. "I think so," I responded, my voice deepening with lust. Showering with a boy is as grand an experience as I've ever had and showering with one as cute and sweet as Sonny just made it all that more exciting. I held his foreskin back and slid my soapy hand up over his cock head causing him to moan then immediately turned him around in order to rinse the soap off. As long as he was facing the spray I soaped my hands again then slipped the lathered one between his legs. Sonny stepped a foot out in order to allow me easy access to his core which I spent a good 10 seconds on, rubbing back and forth over the puckered muscle. "God I love it when you touch me like this Dakota," he said in a husky voice. "I love touching you like this Sonny," I whispered in his ear and his knees sagged as new feelings ripped through his young body. I turned him back around and held him against me, my hands on his delicious little butt, prying the cheeks open to rinse his hole. Our cocks were mashed together between us and for a moment I wished that I'd some hair conditioner or other slippery liquid in there so I could teach the boy about frottage. He looked up at me, eyes almost closed from lust, so I lowered my head and pressed my lips against his and we began a long, open mouth tongue battling kiss. When we broke it he said, "Can we go to your bed Dakota? I nodded my head and responded with "Absolutely." He quickly wrung his hair out and I just as quickly soaped myself as Sonny got out and I assumed began the drying process. I got myself rinsed then shut the water off and pulled the curtain open. Sonny had managed to dry himself mostly and was trying to get the bags off his hands, his hard young cock jutting out from his narrow frame like a limb on a tree. I ran a towel over my body getting most of the water off then helped the boy get the bags off. I'd no sooner accomplished that when he dropped to his knees and pulled my cock down and placed his mouth over it and he began sucking me. Looking down on him, his smooth face, long eyelashes and full lips wrapped around my cock made my heart throb. He bobbed his head to and fro almost hungrily, a very low moaning sound coming from deep in his throat. One hand stroked me while the other played with my balls, at least as much as they could while being hampered, and I wondered for just a brief second if this wasn't one of the reasons his uncle treated him so badly; because he was gay. I knew it then, that he was gay. No straight boy would suck cock just like that and with such intensity. He finally stopped and stood up, breathing fairly heavily. "I had to do that Dakota; I just had to." I nodded my head. "I know how you feel." I grabbed the vent brush and quickly got the tangles out of his hair then rummaged around in the large bathroom cabinet and pulled out a Tupperware container. I quickly pulled his hair into a pony tail at the crown and put an elastic band on it, then pulled the two sides back at just above the ears and secured that, then gather the rest from the occipital bone down and secure that so that he had 3 pony tails in one. I grabbed a large barrette out of the container, pulled the end of the tail to the top of his head and secured it. We both looked at my handy work in the mirror then I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom and my bed. I yanked the sheets back and crawled on with hot stuff right behind me. I rolled to face him and no sooner had he lain down than I rolled to him and placed my upper body over his and planted my lips against his. I had draped my leg over his and my knee was bent so that it pushed lightly against his balls and I could feel the warmth of them on my skin. Sonny kissed me back with as much ferocity as I kissed him; his arms around my neck pulling me to him. I let my free hand run down along his side, onto his hip then transfered over to the inner part and move back upward until it hit my leg. I moved my knee down to let my hand pass and ended up with his smooth sac in my palm. Sonny gasped slightly as the warmth of my hand spread out from his sensitive nuts. I hefted them, tugged at them then gently let them go and went for his cock, a raging pulsing tube of flesh. I felt and heard him moan as I squeezed up its length. I was dying to suck his dick, had been since I first saw it, so broke the kiss and slid down the bed, kissing his belly along the way. I stopped for a moment to lick at the hard kernel of his belly button then moved on. Face to face with his cock I simply admired it for a moment. I pulled his foreskin down and saw the evidence of his desire; the red tinged swollen head was shiny with seeping precum. I slid the pliable skin back and forth of the head a few times before moving closer then licking the sticky residue from it. I had always admired the mechanics of my own foreskin but it was way more fun to admire it on a boy. After thoroughly cleaning the head I lowered mine and took him into my mouth. I hadn't been with a boy for some time and having one in my bed, my arms, and my mouth again was almost exhilarating. I held his cock as I suckled him, slowly stroking the rigid flesh in tandem with the movement of my head. I could hear the boy moan softly beside me then gasp when I took all of him into my mouth and the sensitive head pushed into the back of my throat. His body stiffened in response then relaxed back onto the sheets. I felt Sonny's hands on my head then the fingers rubbing against my scalp as his heat rose, taking upward even higher. I encircled his sac with thumb and fingers and tugged the smooth eggs down, pulling the skin of his cock even tighter and thus enhancing the feeling that were already ripping through his body. "Oh fuck Dakota stop, I don't want to cum yet," he moaned. I did as he asked then rolled so that I was above him and moved back up so that we were face to face again, my legs between his spread legs. I lowered my body until I pressed against his, keeping my full weight off of him with my knees and elbows. Our cocks were side by side and we both pushed our waists together to mash the sensitive organs between our firm stomachs. We kissed again as we gently undulated against each other, a dry frottage. I had an urge to cum that way and quickly rolled off of Sonny and saw the questioning expression on his face as I pulled a bottle of lube from my nightstand. I quickly poured some on my belly and my dick, smeared it around then did the same to him. I leaned over the side of the bed, wiped my hands on one of our bath towels then got back on top of him again. This time when our bodies met there was no dry friction, the lube providing plenty of gooey contact. When I undulated my waist against Sonny's I thought his eyes were going to roll to the back of their sockets. "Do you like that baby boy," I asked him. "Oh fuck yes," he moaned then pulled my head to his. We deep throat kissed again as we both moved our bodies against each other. The intensity built quickly as our cocks slid against our muscled bellies and each other. We broke the kiss and Sonny turned his head, as much to get needed oxygen as any other reason. I put my mouth in the soft crook of his neck and nuzzled there causing him to moan and pull my head tighter to him. "Oh God Dakota," he whispered in my ear, his lips trying to catch my ear lobe. I felt the familiar tingle of impeding orgasm and told him I was going to cum almost any second. Sonny's answer was to move his waist with more pressure and faster movement. "Oooohhhh," he finally grunted out as his smooth young body began to spasm. I was close but knowing that the boy was cumming, knowing that his young balls were giving up their precious nectar took me over the top and I too groaned as waves of pleasure rippled through my body. If I'd been in an asshole or a cunt I'd have been slamming my body against its owner but the fact that I wasn't that didn't stop me from pressing harder, mashing our cocks together tighter. It didn't slow Sonny down either for the boy was matching my thrusts with his own. The sensitivity in my cock head was incredible. Sonny's hands were on my back at first then moved down to cup my butt, to pull me to him, to encourage me to hump against him and hump I did. I reveled in the feelings of body contact, the warmth of him, and the enthusiasm that the boy exhibited. I knew I could love this boy and hoped that his feelings were at least a little bit similar to mine. Like every other orgasm I'd ever had this one was over way too soon. We both slowed down and finally stopped and in order to breathe deeper I took a little of my weight off of him. I kissed his ear, nibbled at his ear lobe with my lips, kissed his cheek and then his lips. The kiss was more gentle then, a softer kiss, less driven by need and lust. It was still really good. I finally rolled off of him and onto my back. My hand sought out his and held it as we both came down off of the extraordinary high. Neither of us said anything for 2 minutes at least. "Fuck that was intense Dakota, really intense," he said. I rolled to face him, encouraging him to do the same. "Oh man, the sheets," he exclaimed. Basically I said fuck the sheet, they could be washed. I kissed him again. "I think I really needed that," he said. "Not just the sex but, you know, the closeness, or something like that." "The intimacy," I suggested and he nodded his head. "Me too." ============ ========== ========== ========== For over 130 more Tag_m stories go to the prolific author's link on Nifty's home page.