Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 18:26:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Little Indian Boy VII I haven't decided whether I will continue this story but clearly I leave the ending open to do so. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ "I'm home," I called out as I stepped into the kitchen. I set my pack down on a kitchen chair and headed toward the living room. "In here Dakota," Sonny responded so I moved into the hallway toward the bedrooms. I walked through the open door to Sonny's room and in the light provided by Sonny's beside lamp I saw my boy. He was propped up in bed and lying next to him was an incredibly cute youngling whose blonde hair had streaks of pastel green throughout. I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "This is Sonny. This is Jeremiah," he said by way of introducing us. I reached out and the boy shook my hand, albeit very gently. "We were just doing homework," Sonny said with a grin that verged on being a leer. "A & P," I asked him and he smiled and nodded his head. A & P was short for anatomy and physiology. Sonny giggled softly. "I need help identifying muscles and things," the boy said. Sonny had a soft voice that was still in the beginning stage of the pubertal process changing from high pitched to deep. It wasn't an unpleasant sound by any means. "Well, Sonny is an expert so you're in good hands." "That's what I'm finding out. But Sonny said that you taught him everything he knows. Maybe you could give me some advanced lessons," he said coyly, batting a set of eyelashes that touched his cheeks when they blinked. "That would cool Dakota," Sonny exclaimed. "Just think how much Sonny could learn with 2 teachers. You've always said that learning in teams works the best." Indeed I had. "I need to shower before I do anything." "We can wait Dakota," Sonny said then rolled over and snuggled up against his adorable boy toy. "But don't take too long." I chuckled to myself as I headed into my room to change, then shower and join the boys for an evening of cuddly fun. This wasn't the first time that Sonny had a boy in the house and had invited me to join them. In the 14 months that Sonny had lived with me Sonny was the 9th or 10th or even the 14th boy that had joined us for a ménage a troi. They were generally very cute and very willing to have me join them. As I climbed into the shower my brain went back to the beginning of our relationship. The search for his mother, discovering her passing, then working on getting to the place where I could foster him. Those first few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had taken Sonny less than 24 hours to make his decision. We'd gone back out to the ranch and it was there, after an exciting session of his fucking me that he informed me that he'd like to live with me. I called back up to Bellingham and talked with We' He' La. She contacted Standing Rock who would express mail her a copy of his birth certificate and take him off their enrollment. Once that was done Sonny would enroll him. Meanwhile ICW needed to see me and Sonny as well as make a home visit and since she had to come down anyway the worker agreed to bring the paperwork and we'd get it all done in one fell swoop. That worked for me. My intention was to contact the Standing Rock police, let them know what the situation was along with the correct paperwork, and have them escort me to the house to pick up Sonny's things and inform the uncle that the boy was leaving. I wasn't worried about confronting him physically but I didn't need to risk jail over it. Having a cop with me assured me that wouldn't happen. The plan was to fly into Bismarck, probably through Rapid City, drive down to the Reservation, do the deed then do a little sightseeing and fly back from Rapid City. As I said, it would likely be a 3-5 day trip, one that we were making because Sonny had some mementos and photos of his mother that he didn't want to lose. We planned on having the ICW worker, Harriet Buffalo Robe, visit the next day at the ranch, do a home inspection there, then I would drive us down to Seattle to inspect that house. When I explained all of that to Sonny he quickly swallowed the mouthful of cereal he was chewing, got out of his chair, came over and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I don't know what to say Dakota, except thank you." His voice was thick with emotion so I didn't say anything, I just hugged him back. We engaged in sex that afternoon on the little island in the river. We had gone down on horseback, Sonny riding behind me and holding on tightly. I let the horse roam while we waded in the river then walked over to the island. It was mid afternoon, the sun at its hottest, and we lay in the shade of the island's hollow. Sonny initiated things by rolling up against me and putting his hand on the front of my jeans. "Remember what you said about jacking off down here Dakota? I think now would be an excellent time for me to see what that's like." He didn't wait for an answer but starting rubbing at the bulge of my cock, the action causing the desired reaction. He nimbly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans then slipped his hand down inside, over my briefs, and began gently stroking my hardening cock. I simply lay there and allowed the boy to have his way with me. "You're so big Dakota, so hard. I love the feel of your hard cock," he cooed as he brought me to full on tumescence. "I think perhaps we should let him out for air," he informed me and slipped his fingers inside the waistband and pulled it down, the action allowing my cock to rise up off of my belly. Holding it out of the way he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked it a little bit, covering and uncovering the swollen head. "I need these down a little more," he said in a thickening voice as he moved his hand to the side. I lifted my butt up off the soft reeds so that he could maneuver my clothing down around my knees. Once done he slid his hand up between my legs and cupped my balls then put his face into my crotch and inhaled deeply, taking in my musky fragrance. "I love the smell of you Dakota," he said huskily. Sonny pulled on my balls which in turn pulled my stiff dick up higher, then captured the end in his mouth. I sighed heavily as the warmth and feelings of his mouth and tongue shot through my body. Sonny was getting better at paying homage to the one eyed dragon and as he did so I reached out and rubbed his back, sliding my hand up underneath his t-shirt in order to have contact with his skin. It seemed to spur the boy on but in the process he moved his lower body closer toward my upper body. He was facing away from me so I reached over his hips and felt at the front of his jeans, felt the hard lump of his young cock and moved my hand up to the snap. I fumbled for a moment then Sonny's hand was right there, unsnapping and unzipping. He moved his hand back to my nuts while mine went inside the flaps of his pants and took hold of his rigid cock through his underwear. He sighed from contentment. I fumbled around for a second trying to get under the fabric but the position of my wrist made it difficult. Sonny quickly remedied the problem by shoving his clothing down far enough to expose the parts that I was trying to get at then went back to sucking my dick. I grasped onto his now exposed flesh and stroked him slowly, reveling in the warmth and hardness of his favorite body part. Sonny helped me a bit by rolling his hips toward me which also allowed me to cup his smooth balls and gently tug on them. I really wanted his cock in my mouth; I wanted to take in the heady fragrance of his growing body. It had been 4 or more hours since he showered so his natural scent had time build back up to a nice level; powerful without being over powering. I was just getting ready to suggest that he turn around so that I could return the favor but he did it on his own. Sonny rolled over so that his torso was facing me, then managed to kick off one shoe in order to free up one pant leg, which he did. I had tilted toward him slightly so as he put his face back in my crotch he tossed his freed up foot on the other side of my body and rose up slightly on the leg that was still clothed and on the ground. I stared at the glory of his body; the tip of his cock head peeking out from beneath his foreskin his young cock raging hard and his soft hairless balls hanging from between his brown hairless thighs. I raised my head and took him into my mouth and cupped his balls while I suckled. It wasn't the best position in the world but hey, having a young boys' cock in your mouth in any position is a good thing. At the other end Sonny continued to work on my dick, bobbing his head to and fro. I let go of his balls and let my hand stray backwards up onto a butt cheek and kneaded the flesh. After a squeeze or two, I pulled it back then let the fingers trail lightly up and down along his perineum, tickling the sensitive underside of his sac a little then trailing back up toward his puckered core. Sonny surprised me by hunching his hips forward as if encouraging me to go ahead and explore his most secret spot so I did, running my finger back and forth across his rosy bud. The boy stopped sucking my dick for a moment and said, "Put in me Dakota, put your finger in me." I pulled my hand back and stopped sucking his cock long enough to soak my finger then put my mouth back over his pride and joy. I put my finger back on the spot and pressed, gently at first, and then with more pressure until the finger tip made it past the tight muscle and went inside of him. Sonny inhaled sharply at the invasion but continued to suck me. I got my other hand up there and began jacking him off as I sucked. I tried to finger fuck him a little bit but of course it was dry so all I did was try to get my finger in far enough to massage his prostate gland. I accomplished the deed, felt my finger tip moved across the slight bump inside of him. I proceeded to move my finger back and forth across the sensitive gland causing Sonny to moan around my cock. From there on it didn't take very long before the boy stopped sucking and concentrated on breathing and the multiple feelings that were shredding through his body. "Oh fuck Dakota," he groaned as he tried to move his hips, to fuck my mouth. A second or 10 later he moaned louder and his prostate hardened, his cock thickened and he began dumping his sperm into my mouth. I pressed against his prostate as I rubbed it causing him to keep moaning and taking deep breathes. The elixir of his balls slid down my throat as fast as he pumped it into me and a moment later my cock went off like a roman candle. Sonny hadn't been sucking me when I first came so I wasn't sure exactly where the glob went but before the second one shot out he had covered my dick with his mouth and went back to stroking me, and like me, swallowing all that I had to offer. Sonny's dick finally stopped leaking so I quiet moving my head or my tongue knowing that his cock head would be super ultra sensitive. I also stopped moving my finger in his ass and began to slowly pull it out despite the fact that his dry muscle was clinging to it. Then I let go of his cock and Sonny did the same to me and lowered himself back down onto the grass, his body heaving from the high levels of adrenaline. I looked down and saw a long streak of my Sonny that started in his hairline and draped down in front of his ear to his jaw line. So that's where that first jet went. I could also see the shiny residue of sperm on his lips and a slight bit on his chin where it must have dripped out. I reached out and rubbed gently on his inner thigh, just above the knee. I liked touching Sonny's skin, rubbing it knowing that he loved any physical touching that I gave him. "Goddamn Dakota, that was fucking intense," he finally said. One of his hands had found its way to his crotch where it squeezed his still hardened flesh that gently rubbed and scratched at his balls. "Yeah, it was," I finally answered. He finally propped himself up on an elbow. "I like doing sexy outside Dakota. It's kinda exciting, dangerous maybe. And it's hot still having clothes on too. I mean, I loved being naked with you but there's something hot about not getting all the way undressed. Know what I mean?" "Indeed I do Sonny and I think most guys feel that way. I gives it a sort of desperate mood, a rushed feeling or the feeling that one is too hotted up to get all the way undressed, they just want sex and want it right now." He nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah. It was hot cumming in your mouth like that and I liked having your finger in my butt." He was quiet for a moment then said in a softer voice. "I was ready for you to fuck then Dakota. If we'd of had some lube I think I would have done it." "You sound a little scared of the idea Sonny." He shook his head. "Not scared, more like excited in fact the butterflies are working in my belly just talking about it." "Maybe it's time baby boy. Maybe you're ready for that last bit to be complete." "Maybe," he responded wistfully, his eyes taking on a vacant look for just a second. "I'm getting hungry. It seems like I always get hungry after I cum Dakota, why is that?" Sonny sat up and reached down for the loose leg of his underwear and jeans. We stood up, wiped the grass and other effluvia from our backsides then pulled our clothing into place. I whistled for Granger then we started back across the river where the horse met us. I leapt onto his back then reached a hand for Sonny and together we got him mounted and headed back up to the house. After a long silence, Sonny said quietly, "Maybe tonight Dakota; maybe tonight we can try it." "Okay Sonny, we'll see how things go, okay?" he nodded his head, although I couldn't see it, then rested it against my upper back. As it turned out we didn't engage in sex at all that night. After we spent the rest of the afternoon doing odd projects around the house, we drove into one of the small towns that dotted the countryside for chicken fried steak at a little place I knew. Afterwards I taught him how to play cribbage, which he took to like a duck to water. By 9 we were both yawning so tromped upstairs, took a shower, and climbed into bed and snuggled up like lovers. I loved the feel of Sonny's warm body against mine and he did too, commenting on how he felt about it. He yawned in the middle of the sentence then ended it by saying, "I guess not tonight huh Dakota." My response was the same as his question slash statement but I also added, "We'll get to it baby boy, we'll get to it." "I know," he said back, his voice heavy with sleep. About 9:30 the next morning Dianne Johnston arrived from Bellingham. A middle aged woman, she was bright and cheery, offering plenty of positive comments about the house as we moved from room to room. Sonny's few belongings had been moved to "his" room and the bed, while made, looked as though it had been put back together by a typical teenage boy. That is to say, it was made less than perfectly. "Now, you say that this won't be your primary residence," Dianne asked me and I nodded my head in response. "I live full time in Seattle, in the Montlake area close to Lake Washington, the arboretum and the U. I've got some fairly recent pictures in the office." I retrieved the pictures which had been taken 2 years before when I repainted the entire inside. I'd also done some remodeling so had before and after pictures. Dianne looked them all over then asked if I could describe the neighborhood in general and I did so. She asked what school Sonny would be attending and I gave her the name of the private school that wasn't far from the house. She nodded her head approvingly at each answer and when she was done said, "Given this home and what I see in the pictures of the primary residence I don't think I want to take the time to drive down to Seattle and do an inspection on the house. I am going to assume that the accommodations will be more than adequate. Now, let's get the rest of this paperwork done, I'll do an interview with you Sonny, and I'll head back home." We spent the next few minutes filling out the forms and I gave her a copy of the letter proving my decendency. I threw some chicken on the grill for grilled chicken sandwiches while she and Sonny talked in the living room then we ate al fresco on the tiled patio in front of the house. "This certainly is a beautiful place," she commented. "You're a lucky young man Sonny." My boy nodded his head and smiled. "I know." Lunch was finished and before she left I asked her how long the process would take since we had to make a trip to North Dakota to get Sonny's things. Dianne told me that she could have approval later the next day and would over night express it to me so day after tomorrow I should have it. "It's not a big process really," Dianne told us. "Obviously you'd like to see this completed so despite the usual "Indian time" we'll make this one march. Sonny and I both thanked her and stood outside watching her leave. "Wow Dakota, it's really gonna happen isn't it?" "That it is Sonny, no turning back." He turned and looked me in the eyes. "I don't want to turn back." He put an arm around my waist and hugged me gently and needless to say, my arm went across his shoulder and did the same. We spent the rest of the day checking fences. We drove the inside perimeter of the fences, checking for leaning poles, broken or loose strands of barbed wire, or other damage. The entire fence system had been checked in early spring after a late and heavy snowfall that had done some damage. This time around was more perfunctory and anything else and while never a waste of time, we didn't have any repairs to make. Dinner was burgers done on the grill and frozen tater tots in the oven. Afterwards we sat on the patio in the cool evening air then decided to alternate between the pool and the sauna. Needless to say the recreation time was done sans clothing. I loved watching or looking at Sonny's body. In my mind he was pretty much perfect. He was lean and muscled without being skinny or buffed up. His brown skin, especially when wet was magnificent. All of the creases and crevices in all the right places enhanced the 3 dimensional effect, and hard or soft, his boyhood charms were just plain awesome. Watching from the back had it's own set of details; the growing muscles of a young teen from his shoulders to his narrow waist, the way his body narrowed at the base of his spine to create a gluteal V, and of course bubbled orbs of his imminently squeezable butt with its dusky crevice separating the glorious mounts. I figured I could watch Sonny all day long and never tire of the view even if I didn't get to lay a hand, finger or mouth on him. We got undressed, watching Sonny dressing or undressing was always a pleasure, in the pool room and dove in, swam a little bit while the sauna was heating up then went into the steaming hot room and sat. 20 minutes later we stumbled out and dove into the pool then did another round in the sauna, this time for 30 minutes, before hitting the pool one more time before calling it a night. We did a cursory drying in the pool room then trudged upstairs to shower in my bathroom. I offered to wash Sonny, which he readily agreed to, and I went about the process with my usual attention to detail. Of course the boy responded accordingly while I remained soft, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Sonny. "How can you not get hard when I touch your stuff like that Dakota," he asked as I rinsed off. "I get hard just thinking about it almost." We both looked down at his rampant penis, the foreskin fully retracted so that the single eye of its swollen head could look around. I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe cuz I'm older baby boy, more used to being touched. I think too that I'm tired from the day, and the sauna." "I know me too," he said and as we stepped out of the shower his cock pretty much wilted in front of us. I was thinking of doing stuff with you but I think I'm too tired Dakota. Is that okay with you?" "You bet Sonny. We don't have to have sex every day or every time we get hard." "But I like it," he responded. "I'm just so tired." I agreed that I liked it as well but still, it was okay to pass on it. That being said we finished drying and climbed into bed and snuggled. Neither of us said anything for a moment. Finally Sonny said, "I like snuggling with you Dakota." He wiggled his arms and body a little for emphasis. "I'm really glad cuz I like snuggling with you too." It didn't take long before Sonny was out and I wasn't far behind him. The next 2 days I didn't want to leave the house in case anyone from Sonny needed to talk to me or if the paperwork came and I needed to sign for it. During my discussions with We' He' La and Dianne the phrase "shouldn't be a problem" had come up and while I was sure there wouldn't be any problems, Sonny didn't share my confidence. On at least a half dozen occasions he asked what if I couldn't foster him, what if he couldn't be enrolled at Bellingham, what if Standing Rock wouldn't dis-enroll him or some variation on that theme. He was clearly anxious about the outcome and I continued to try to reassure the boy. We didn't engage in any sexual activity during those 2 days. I was okay with that and while I knew that the release of tension through an orgasm would be helpful I couldn't really bring that up to Sonny without it looking like I wanted to have sex. I mean, I did of course, but I couldn't bring myself to mention that to him. So, during those 2 days we got work done around the property, things that Dave could have done and in fact helped with. On both those days I sent Sonny down to the mailbox to wait for the mailman just to give him something to occupy his mind and time. Of course the dogs all went with him and of course I let him ride the Honda down there. In fact he spend a good hour each day riding the ATV fore runner because it took his mind off his problem. So it was, late in the afternoon on day 2 I heard Honda coming up the driveway and screech to a halt in front of the house. I was headed toward the door from the living room when it flew open and Sonny burst into the room, a large brown Manila envelop in his hand along with other pieces of mail. "It's from Bellingham Dakota," he said excitedly. I took the mail from him, set it on the counter and took a kitchen knife to the Manila envelope and pulled out the contents. Everything that we'd been waiting for was there; his enrollment certificate, the foster care acceptance letter as well as a letter for the Standing Rock police and various other papers with information regarding both issues. "Well, it's done, you're mine," I said with a grin. Sonny let out a huge breath of air, his shoulders relaxed to a point of sagging. He looked at me, a tear in his eyes, and fell into my arms and hugged me. "I was so worried Dakota," he said into my chest. I said I knew that he had been and now he didn't need to worry about it. He hugged me tighter. He finally stepped away from me, wiped away his tears and asked, "When will we go to Standing Rock?" I told we could go as soon as he wanted to and he responded that he was somewhat fearful for his things, that the longer he was gone the more likely his uncle was to throw his stuff away. I nodded my head and walked over to the phone, looked up a number and called. "May I speak with Jeanette," I asked and when she came on the phone I told her who I was and what I wanted. As she went about her business I cupped my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered to Sonny, "Our travel agent." After a few minutes she came back with some options and I took one of them then asked her to book rooms accordingly for me then repeated back to her what the plan was and hung up. So, I said to Sonny, "you heard much of that. We fly out of Seattle tomorrow morning at 9:50, get into Rapid City then catch a flight to Bismarck at 6. Stay in Bismarck, rent a car and drive down to Standing Rock the next day. Get your stuff, head down to Pierre South Dakota for the night then leave the following morning for Rapid City for a couple of nights then head home. We'll do some sight seeing, maybe catch the Badlands, Wall Drug, Mt Rushmore. How does that sound?" The question got me a huge grin and another hug. "It's gonna be easier to get to Seatac from Seattle so lets get our stuff packed and I'll let Dave know that I'm leaving Snookie at the ranch for a week." That being said we did exactly that. I'd had enough of driving the jeep so elected to take my mother's new Eldorado. "You know Dakota, I haven't cum for two and a half days," Sonny informed as we climbed into the shower that night in Seattle. I told him that I knew that, chuckling to myself that only a boy would be so precise about the time between cums. "I just haven't really been in the mood I guess." "So is being in the mood now the reason that you bring it up?" The boy got a sheepish look on his face and nodded his head. We had gotten rinsed and I had grabbed the soap and since we were facing each other I put my lathered hand down between his legs and began manipulating his stuff; cupping his balls and squeezing them in my slippery hand as well as feeling up his softened cock. Needless to say the boy stayed completely still, eyes closed as his cock rose to glory in a record time. I leaned down and placed my lips against his and we kissed gently. Sonny's hand sought out my crotch and he began manipulating me as well, more for something to do than actually trying to get me hard, which had already started to happen. I re-soaped my hand, turned him sideways and began washing up and down his back with one hand while my other soapy hand worked on his chest. I kneaded his delicious little butt then slipped both hands between his legs, the right hand sliding back and forth across his puckered core causing the boy to moan. I pulled the hand out and re-soaped then put it back, this time gently inserting my finger up inside of him and slowly finger fucking him. Sonny's hand went to the wall of the shower to help keep him stable as the intense feelings racing through his young body cause him to go weak in the knees. I had moved my left arm up to hold him but let it drop down to begin jacking the boy off, although not seriously, but to create more feelings. "Oh fuck Dakota that feels good," he moaned. Sonny's other hand reached down and found my full hardened cock and began manipulating it although not with any real force for intensity since he was busy concentrating on his asshole. I finally stopped and Sonny turned around and planted his face against mine, kissing me with a fury. I held him as we kissed, rubbing his butt and causing him to press his rock hard cock against belly along side my cock. I thought for a moment about making the boy cum by frottage but didn't. I was thinking that, as hot as he was or could be because of not cumming for a few days, it might be a perfect time to fuck him. Apparently I wasn't the only one with that notion, although Sonny didn't approach it from the exact same position as I did. He was simply horny as a 3 peckered owl, as the expression goes. "I think I might want you to try and fuck me," Sonny said in a very husky voice after we broke the kiss. I didn't tell him I was thinking the same thing, I simply nodded my head and said okay. We finished the rest of the shower rather quickly and went to my bed after drying off. "Here's the deal baby boy," I said as he lay on the bed. "The idea is to get you as hot as I possibly can before I actually put my cock inside of you. It's gonna hurt no matter what but if you can get so hot, so close to cumming when I do put it in, it's going to make it a lot less painful." "Okay Dakota, I trust you," he responded. Since we were both more goal driven for this encounter I figured that that I would do much more of the work while Sonny simply lay there and let me have my way with him. It didn't start out that way however. I lay down beside him and we snuggled into each other, our lips met, and kissed each other with little kisses; lips touching then coming apart then kissing again and so on. Our tongues became engaged as well. I enjoyed sucking on tongues and lips, something that Sonny had taught me and I shared that with Sonny in one of our earlier encounters and the boy had discovered that he liked it as well and so did it to me from time to time. As our kissing became more heated and thus prolonged, our hands also got busy, touching, rubbing, stroking and overall fondling. When Sonny finally broke the kiss and turned his head I went for his neck, kissing and sucking at the very crook of it eliciting shivers through his slender young body along with accompanying moans. I stayed there a moment then moved downward, kissing my way along, until I reached nipple. I took 3 or 4 swipes at the brown nubbin with my tongue then placed my lips over it and began nursing. That got me a quick stiffening then relaxing of his body, a low moan, and arms around my head. Nipples were one; or two if you will, of Sonny's hot spots. I kept moving south, kissing his body as I went, stopping at his little outtie belly button to kiss and lick it. I let my free hand rub downward onto his thigh and started the return trip at the knee and rubbing the inside of it. Just before I hit his balls I moved back to the top of the muscle and up to his rib cage then did it all over again. I kept kissing downward until his swollen cock head poked me in the cheek and moved around it, kissing onto his pubic bone and then into the sparse patch if hair at the base of his pride and joy. I kept going and kissed the soft skin of his sac before moving my body in between his legs. Using my head I nudged his inner thigh and he moved the leg out wide then put my face in close and licked at the tender crease between his thigh and his balls. "Oohhh Gawd," Sonny moaned. I smiled to myself, moved my face to the center and began licking his balls, covering every square inch, pushing the eggs around with my tongue. I gripped the skin with my lips and pulled on it a little bit, licked some more, then gripped it with my lips and pulled again. After that my hand actually touched his stuff for the first time that night. I lifted his nuts up and licked the underside of the sac and got more moans and squirming. Sonny knew where I was headed but he pulled his legs back a little more for another reason as well. It felt so much better. I licked up and down along his perineum, from halfway up his sac down to the edge of his wrinkled muscle. I was teasing him, doing my best to work the boy into a frenzied fog of hotness for he was going to need all the help he could get when I began to slip eight and a quarter inches of thick cock inside of him. I finally stopped dicking around and put my hand under his thighs and Sonny surprised me. He pulled his legs back as far as they could go then inserted his arms behind the knees to keep them back. I hadn't known that the hot young Indian boy was that flexible but didn't take time to discuss it for now his hairless puckered hole was fully exposed. The lunch counter was open. I loved rimming a boy, loved the various textures found in such a small space, loved the feel of my tongue moving back and forth over the various ridges of muscle, and I loved the feelings that I knew I was producing when I did it. I put my face in and began licking, moving over every inch of flesh, worked at pushing my tongue into his hole as if trying to fuck him with it. Sonny began moaning and not very softly. I licked up his perineum and washed the underside of his smooth balls again then sucked one of the eggs into my mouth and tongue it for a moment before letting go of it. Sonny moaned louder. After another 3 or 4 minutes of paying homage to Priapus I backed away and told Sonny to go ahead and lower his legs and as he did so I snagged the bottle of lube and hand towel that I always kept handy. I knelt between his spread thighs and poured some lube into the palm of my left hand while Sonny watched through eyes that were almost closed shut from lust. I then gripped the middle finger of my right hand and lubed it up and moved in closer. "Put your feet here," I told the boy, indicating that I wanted them against my hip. Once he had accomplished that I put my finger next to his hole then wrapped my other hand around his raging hard cock and stroked up over the swollen sensitive head at the same time I slipped my finger up inside his asshole. "Ahhggg," the boy moaned out loudly as the double action caused a billion neurons to fire and flood his inexperienced young body with dopamine, serotonin and a variety of other neurotransmitters. I worked slowly; building a solid foundation of pleasure and bringing his heat level up almost to the point of orgasm then backing off a little, only to do it again. I felt his little prostate and massaged it, causing the boy to moan even more and to reach down underneath his legs to pull his cheeks open further than they were. I loved watching a boy in this state almost as much as I would the next stage, the stage where my cock was buried as deeply in him as possible. It didn't take long to get to desired place and Sonny vocalized it just as I expected he would and in fact was what I was waiting for. "Oh fuck oh God Dakota you better get your cock in me before I cum all over the fucking place." His head was raised and looking at me, sort of. His eyes were so far closed I was surprised if he actually saw much of anything. I took my hand off his cock and poured some lube on mine than smeared it all over the fully stiffened flesh then wipe the hand quickly on the towel. I had continued to finger fuck him, still moving fairly slowly, even as I moved in closer. I took hold of my cock, got it right in close to my knuckles and then, in one fell swoop, pulled my finger out and shoved my cock head all the way inside of him. Reality hit Sonny like a ton of bricks. His eyes shot open and his hands gripped tightly at the bed covers beside him as he all but screamed out. "Ohhh fuck Dakota." I didn't move. I stared for a moment at the site of our connection, my stone hard cock protruding from Sonny's spread out hole. I was there; I was accepting that most precious gift that he'd offered; his innocence and his virginity. "Push down like you're trying to take a dump baby boy and breathe; breathe slowly." I took hold of his cock, noting the loss of stiffness, and began stroking it, working mostly on the more sensitive head, trying to take his mind off of the pole that was stuck in his ass. Sonny's breathing slowed and I saw his hands relax slightly and knew that his body was adjusting to the invasion of his most private part. It took a good minute, which is actually a long time when you're waiting, before he told me to continue. "Go ahead Dakota, put it inside me but do it slowly." I already knew that but didn't say anything. I watched intently as inch after inch of my body disappeared inside of Sonny's, his hole stretching farther that it ever had in his young life. I watched until my fuzz was touching his dark skin, my balls resting against his butt and I stopped. "How are you doing baby," I asked him quietly. He opened his eyes and gave me a lopsided partial grin. "I'm okay Dakota. It doesn't hurt as much. It's all the way inside me isn't it?" "It is; you did it sweetie." He was quiet a moment. "My ass feels filled up," he said then reached down over his balls to feel the connection. I pulled my cock out a little bit to give him room for his fingers to explore. "Wow," was all he said. "Are you ready for me to move now," I asked him and he nodded his head. Thus, I started the process, holding his legs back out of the way and pulling about half way out before moving back inside and getting the rim well lubed up. I picked up speed a little bit and began pulling out further, obtaining a longer stroke. Sonny's breathing began to pick up and he began grunting softly when I pressed back inside of him. I watched his smooth face as I fucked him, watched as the feelings that were flooding his body played out by the actions of his facial muscles, his mouth. I goddamned loved fucking a young boy; there was nothing like it on this earth. It didn't take long before I picked up speed and along with that, more force. I managed to pull almost all the way out of the boy then drive back in inside of him, the motion causing my balls to smack against him slightly. I watched his facial expressions change from a mix of pleasure and discomfort to full on pleasure, or so I perceived it. I'm going to change positions a little Sonny," I said to him, adding, "If it's uncomfortable let me know right away and I'll change it." He told me to go ahead so I ran my arms underneath his legs then leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed alongside his waist. The movement rolled him farther up onto his lower back and put me in a position to give him everything I had; and I did. As I fucked him, I was able to move my ass to one side or the other, going in at an angle and thus creating different feelings in both of us. I could also move my body upward on his ever so slightly which created more pressure on my dick and went into him differently than the other positions. Sonny's moans when I did that told me that he was able to appreciate the changes. "Oh fuck Dakota," he moaned in a voice that was as deep as a boy much older than her was. Sonny had put his hands on my back, then on my forearms, sometimes down on my ass as I fucked him up the elevator of hotness. I was fucking him hard by then, plunging back down inside of him, the force of our bodies slamming together actually moving him on the bed. My balls were whacking against him, the loudest sound in the room not quite drowning out the grunts and groans and heavy breathing. "Fuck me harder Dakota," he said as he gasped for breath, "Fuck me harder." I did my best, slamming into him harder, every few thrusts stopping while my groin was pressed against his and grinding my ass in circles. I was going faster and harder; hard enough that I'd wondered if I was bruising his tender young body but knowing full well that I wasn't. All of a sudden Sonny screamed out, his higher pitched voice almost sounding like a little girl. "Eeiiieee," was the closest I can come to describing it. That was followed by "ugh, ughh ughh," each time I slammed into him. I could feel the boy's tight little asshole clench my cock each time his body pulsed out another jet of sperm and about the 3rd one took me over the edge and began to Sonny. "Ohhhh fuck Sonny," I moaned. "Fuck I love you so much," I added then leaned my head down and pressed my lips against his as unloaded jet after jet of thick man sperm into his 13 year old body. We didn't hold the kiss long because we both need to breath and our nostrils just couldn't keep up with the need. I finally slowed down to a post cumming speed, not having the energy or the need to go faster or slam but not wanting to stop either. It just felt too damn good. I eventually stopped and just stayed there, my crotch resting against his, my still fully hardened cock enveloped by his body. Sonny's hands were resting on my forearms when he opened his eyes. The expression on his face remained neutral for a good 10 seconds while our eyes all but stared at each other then his mouth relaxed into a lazy almost lopsided grin. Clearly the experience had been a success. He raised his head and lowered mine and we kissed; a series of gentle post sperming kisses. "That was fantastic my loving man," he said in a very soft voice. "I'm glad you think so baby boy." "I like it when you call me baby boy. I like being your baby boy," he said tenderly. I allowed as how I liked being on the other side of that. I really wanted to hold him but in that position it was all but impossible so I told him what I wanted to do and a moment later we were sitting with Sonny on my lap, still impaled by my cock. We hugged, kissed, and just held each other for a moment, his sperm at first cold on my skin. When he moved his upper body back he wiggled his little butt and I let my hands move down to cup each cheek, still a little amazed that my hand pretty much covered an entire glute. It wouldn't do but Sonny had to put his hand down there and let his fingers explore again where my cock disappeared inside his body. "I can feel some of your sperm leaking out Dakota." That wasn't a surprise. Between us his cock was still at full stand, seemingly not have lost one iota of rigidity. That did not go unnoticed by him. "It feels like you're still hard inside of me Dakota." I said that I was and in fact I hadn't lost much stiffness either and holding the boy like I was would likely encourage me to stay that way for a brief moment. "Do you want to do something about that baby boy?" He gave me another grin, almost a leer, and began moving his slender little ass from side to side and to and from. "It feels different from this angle." I agreed with him. Sonny's arms were draped casually across my shoulders while my hand rested against his hips. "This is kinda fun Dakota," he said, "Not that how you fucked me wasn't. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would either." He leaned forward and kissed, gentle little pecks, while his lower body continued to move in a very sensual and sexual manner. I finally lay back, propped up on my elbows so that I could watch Sonny while we fucked. He took a moment to reach behind him and cup at my balls as he moved. He put one hand in the air and waved it around in a circle crying out, "Ride em cowboy," then laughed at his joke. I'm sure that, for that moment, he probably felt like he was the only guy who ever said that. I felt around and found the lube, poured some in my hand and began jacking him off although slowly and in tandem with his to and fro movement. When he moved up and down I began to thrust my hips up to meet his down stroke. As he continued to fuck me I could see his heat level rise, the changes in emotion playing across his smooth brown face. "Goddamn I love being inside of you Sonny," I said, my own heat level rising along with his. "That's good," he panted, "I love having you inside me." We continue to work at it for another five minutes or so then he said, "My waist is getting tired Dakota, beside, I think I want you to fuck the shit out of my on my back." I saw no problem with that so we went through the same motions that we used to get him on my lap only in reverse. I put my arms under his legs again and this time when I put them on the bed they were closer to the level of his head. I braced myself on my knees and began to do as he'd requested; I fucked the living shit out of him. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ," he said after about 3 minutes of getting his ass hammered. "Fuck me harder Dakota," he groaned, "fuck me harder." I wasn't sure how I could do that because it felt like I was already giving 100% but I tried. Sonny began groaning and moaning and practically sobbing then all of a sudden he screamed out again, louder than the first time. I was right there along side of him and felt my body give way, felt my own cock thicken against the walls of his asshole as I began to pump a quart of hot sperm into him. Our face were only inches apart so I crammed my face against his, our mouths were open as far as they could go without ripping the flesh and our tongues fought the battle for supremacy. As like every other orgasm in the universe ours was over much sooner than either of us would have liked. I had heard that male pigs' orgasm lasted some 30 minutes. I could only imagine. I finally slowed down then stopped altogether. I let Sonny's legs down because I assumed that they along with his belly were feeling pretty cramped from that position. I just lay there close to him, working to get my breathing back to normal and waiting for Sonny to do the same. It was a solid minute before he opened his eyes again and once again I got the lazy lopsided grin. "Fuuuck," was about all he said. We talked more about later but for right then, that was it. It turned out that Sonny like being a bottom almost more than a top, which suited me just fine. The trip to retrieve Sonny's things went without a hitch, or at least much of one. Tribal police escorted us to the house where we found Sonny's uncle drunk on his ass. It was barely noon. He was verbally abusive to Sonny and to me and just before we left the cop said he'd be happy to leave me alone with the man for two minutes while he and Sonny waited outside. I thank him but declined. Of course there was a small crowd of people standing around by the time we were done and a few of Sonny's neighbors said goodbye and wished him well. We put the 2 boxes of his things in the trunk of the rental car and thanked the policeman who said he was going to escort us of the rez. I nodded my head and thanked him again. The sight seeing trip on the way back to Rapid City was fun. The badlands are a pretty amazing landscape, well worth taking the time to see and of course Wall Drug was fun and Mount Rushmore inspiring. Even Sonny felt a bit patriotic as we gazed on the incredible work of art. We saw the Crazy Horse memorial but there wasn't much to see really. The face was getting near completion but the rest was just rock. I wasn't sure how I felt about the memorial and I knew that a great many Indian people were opposed to it. We got plenty of pictures of the entire trip to help Sonny remember the beginning of his new life. Amazingly enough we didn't have sex until the last night of the trip and it was a slow caressing activity that left us both satisfied on a variety of levels. Back in Seattle we moved through the summer and in September Sonny started private school. He had a little difficulty at first but his sparkling personality pretty much won over all but the most die hard assholes. An lesson provided by Sonny convinced their leader to change his attitude or at least kept his opinions to himself. Sonny was capable of taking care of himself and with some help from me he became even more so. It ended the issue as well as the racist comments. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I climbed out of the shower and dried off then wrapped the large towel around my waist and headed back to Sonny's room. Going through the door the first thing I saw was Jeremiah's ass, and what a glorious ass it was. He was laying half on Sonny and half off, one leg thrown up over one of Sonny's legs. His other leg and lower body were fully on the bed and the view I had was one of the best in the whole world; a young boy's naked butt, his balls resting in a puddle of flesh on the bed sheets, his asshole barely closed over by his cheeks and allowing one's imagination to wonder about the morsel that was hidden there. Jeremiah's pale skin was a contrast to Sonny's darker skin and I reveled in the contrast. The young Adonis's rock hard cock was jutting up along side Sonny's leg, his larger balls at full hang, and I admired again how he'd grown in the time that he'd been with me. Sonny was fully 7¼ inches with a nice girth, one that fit inside me very nicely. His moss had grown in as well but like me he kept it trimmed down to a modest bush. His balls were also quite smooth, partially because of his heritage but also because of the razor. The grooming continued to his boy hole as well. I approached slowly, choosing to go up along the side where Sonny was, really able to see how the flesh of Sonny's butt rose up sharply from the small of his back to create a pair of amazing bubbles. Sonny had a great little ass but this kid was simply fantastic. Burying my face in there was going to be a great deal of fun. "Hey Dakota," Sonny said when he saw me and Jeremiah turned his head to see me and smiled. "Nice body," the boy said with admiration. I had managed to keep up the body that the Seals had given me and while not hugely buffed I was built and the muscles were very nicely defined. "Is it as nice under the towel," he asked. I tugged at the edge and let it fall to the carpet and stood before them. Sonny grinned slightly and his eyes all but stared at my crotch. My cock was fully softened but still warm from the shower and everything was pretty much at full hang. As I said, I was almost 8½ long and modestly thick and the small patch of hair along with the definition of my waist and lower belly helped to highlight my organs pretty nicely. "Oh my," the youngling said and practically licked his red tinged lips. He rolled off of Sonny and onto his back and gave me a shock. Rising up out of pubic bone was a huge cock. Okay, maybe not huge, but close to if not bigger than mine, so yeah, huge. The boy barely had a 28 inch waist, if that, so his slenderness only highlighted a cock that went clear up to his little outtie nubbin on a belly button. And he was thick. Maybe not coke can thick but pretty damned close. The small patch of moss growing at the base of the monster was a medium brown color; the large balls that hung between his thighs were completely hairless. I'd never seen a kid that was hung like, even through my school years. "Jeremiah says that both his brothers and his dad are big too Dakota. He said his 12 year old brother is almost as big as I am." I could understand how brothers might know that about each other but sure wondered how he'd known about his father being hung but Jeremiah jumped in to clarify. "There aren't any females in my house, only my dad and brothers so we don't worry too much about being naked. I mean, it's not like we go around naked all the time but we don't really worry about it. Besides, we boys share a big room and we do a lot of camping so have to use camp showers and stuff." It seemed reasonable, not that it mattered particularly, although I can only imagine what other males thought when they saw them all together in a shower. I sat down next to Sonny. "I'm sure you're the hit of your gym class," I said and the boy simply smiled at me. "So, are you gonna play with us Dakota," he asked. By way of an answer I leaned over Sonny, took hold of Jeremiah's thick cock and lowered my head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Enjoy any one of 135 other Tag_m stories on Nifty by going to the prolific author's link and scrolling down to Tag Michaels or use the beta search link at the top of the Nifty home page.