Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 11:23:50 -0700 From: Gary Pinto Subject: Part 11 "The Wild Times of Timothy Church" THE WILD TIMES OF TIMOTHY CHURCH By: Max the Cat (MM/t-t/t-M/t/t) Comments and Suggestions to gmony6@gmail.com Part 11: The Return to Home! Brother Wolf stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at Timothy with his tail wagging a mile a minute. "What do you see Brother?" Timothy asked his hand on the cap and ball Timothy didn't see a thing. They were deep into the pines, and he knew that Brother Wolf hadn't seen Blackfeet, his tail wouldn't be wagging. Timothy slid of the pony and let the big horse graze. The stream ran bubbling over imbedded rocks and boulders near by. "Let's take a dip Brother Wolf. " he knew it would only be himself, the wolf always gave him a funny look when he immersed his body in the water. He would lap up some of the cool liquid, but jump in was out of the question. Timothy floated on his back, he blond crop of pubic hair matted down and hung in strings around the teens ball sac. Timothy walked out into the rays of sun and saw the whole wolf pack sitting and watching him. The pack leader was nowhere to be found. Timothy wasn't a bit scared of the pack, he was part of it and accepted. He lay on the grass and moss that bordered the stream. He felt a presence above his face. he opened his blue eyes and saw the yellow eyes of the pack leader, he quickly scrambled to his hands and knees. To his surprise the leader's tongue lapped and polished his face, the animal's tail was wagging, he was happy to see Timothy and Brother Wolf back and well. The big wolf rubbed his snout along Timothy's face and then went to the boys rear and licked his asshole then mounted the boy. Timothy felt the hard red canine cock jab forth, then drive deep into him. The pack leader was still the one in charge and even though he was happy to see Timothy back, he had to show the others who was the pack leader. He took Timothy with hard and deep drives of his long red penis, Timothy submitted! In and out the leader fucked Timothy, the teen's boi-cock stood out straight and hard under his tummy. The cock had found the right spot and Timothy was into the hard fucking he was getting. His blue eyes focused to see the whole pack in a crouching mode, they had to be lower than the pack leader, who was showing them all he was still the one to beat, and Timothy was showing that he realized he was in the pack, but not the one in-charge. The hot red cock was sending hot and hard electric shocks into the boys sex organs, his cock was throbbing and bouncing up and down, the corona began to swell and the single eye opened wide, his hot boi-cream began to belch forward, the first blast hit his tummy then made a long creamy droplet that hung off his white belly. Two, three and a fourth blast shot out of the head of his cock, arc and then land in a creamy white puddle on the green moss. The pack leader's black and grey haunches were popping back and forth as the red cock shot out it's lubricant in preparation of the hot and creamy filling of Timothy's insides. Timothy was pushing back and forth taking the cock in as deep as he could, he liked what he was receiving, cuming was so much fun. His head snapped up at attention, the canine cock was swelling, Timothy was ready for the hot cum! Hot cream began to shoot into Timothy, he was locked by the knot and his head was swimming as he felt his insides fill up with the pack leaders creamy sperm. Blast after blast shot deep into Timothy's colon, but he could also feel streams leak out and travel down the inside of his slim, but muscular white legs, the wolf's red tongue hung off the side of Timothy's body, he too was exhausted, but totally satisfied, yet still locked. Timothy felt the pack leader trying to extricate himself and pull out, they were still locked and the wolf was pointing the opposite direction. They stayed that way for twenty minutes until a "plop" broke the silence and a rush of canine cum followed and formed a big creamy puddle between Timothy's tired legs. Timothy felt good. He was accepted for who he was and what he was. When he had been in the Oregon territory he had felt ill at ease. The people looked at him different and treated him as such. He was almost at the place he wanted to be, soon he would be at the Pawnee camp. The wolf pack followed him from a distance, still he was in their eye. He spend two days regaining strength from the long trek he had accomplished. He and Brother Wolf saddled up and started the last leg of their journey. They still stayed in the woods. They had been riding for two days and were just about to turn south when Timothy heard laughing and talk, they used the same language the Blackfeet used, there was also some crying a moaning as if in pain. Timothy dismounted, secured his pony and loaded the lever shot rifle with five rounds Timothy eased up behind a rock and spied on two braves, they had a very young Indian girl tied up on four stakes and stripped naked. Timothy was taken aback, they girl seemed to be only ten or eleven at most and the two Blackfeet braves were getting ready to rape her. The girl was crying and speaking Mandan, close to the Pawnee language and followers of the Morning and Evening Star religion. They had their trousers off and were stroking themselves to hardness in preparation of their abomination. Timothy looked around for more Indian braves, but these were all there were. he a took aim at the one on his knees in-between the girls legs. He aimed the Volition and placed a well aimed round in his back, the other was startled, then went for his flintlock, but Timothy had injected another round in the rifle and hit the brave in the head. Timothy pulled out his" Bowie" knife and proceeded to make the two brave's "its" then cut the girl of her bindings. He placed the brave's masculine parts in a bag, tied it to his horse. He helped the girl dress while Brother Wolf watched, the pack was also a distance off if they had to give warning. Timothy placed the young girl in front and he mounted the pony and they headed south. The wolves kept behind. They rode to the Mandan Village. The girl was called "Little Moon" and her father was the Mandan chief. The Blackfeet had raided the village when most of the men were hunting and she was taken to be raped and killed. Timothy let here talk, and she never quit. Timothy thought to himself and was glad he didn't need women, they would talk him to death. The camp was only two hours away and were in mourning for the dead and with death of the chief's only child. He and Brother Wolf rode into the camp. A scream came from a wigwam. A big Indian and a woman came running. "Little Moon" jumped from the pony and ran to her father and mother babbling, then pointing at White Wolf. Timothy slid from the pony and stood by him. The girl kept talking fast to her parents. The big Indian handed his daughter to the woman alongside and walked up the Timothy, he put a fist to his heart and then slowly placed an open hand thanking Timothy for the return of his child. Timothy grabbed the bag from his horse and handed it to the chief. He opened it and looked in, then smiled and handed it around to the other braves that had surrounded the two. Timothy said he was "White Wolf" of the Pawnee. he was on his way home to his village when he came upon the Blackfeet who were about to foul the girl. he killed them, that made five Blackfeet to his coup. A brave walked through the group and handed Timothy two big eagle feathers to add to the three in his knot. He was asked to stay in the Mandan camp for a few days and he and Brother Wolf accepted the offer. An Indian boy ran up to the chief and whispered in his ear that there were a pack of wolves a few hundred yards from the camp. Timothy overheard it and said it was his pack and as long as no one harmed him or Brother Wolf all was well. The Chief looked at him funny and said "your pack?" Timothy said "yes" and left it at that. He was asked if he wanted a woman, they owed him something? Timothy shook his head "I am with men only." He heard two Mandan Braves begin to chuckle and come up close to him. They were twins and both preferred boys. Timothy was invited to stay in their wigwam. Timothy shrugged and accepted their offer, they were very pleasant to look at. Big Beaver pulled back his covering to show Timothy how hung he was. His brother, Big Otter not to be shown up pulled back his flap and let Timothy see what he would get that night. Timothy was impressed! The tribe gave a big feast in Timothy's honor. Some of the unmarried girls just had to shake their heads, here was a boy/man, and he was unavailable, they just shrugged. As they ate and talked they wanted to know the story of how he became a Pawnee, and why was he in the area. Timothy told them the whole story and his vision with the Evening Star and how she sent him on his quest to his parents. The sat in awe as he related his story. Jace Kimball and his rescue by the Pawnee and Little Bear. After he related everything his two Indian paramours, they were anticipating a night with the young white teen. Timothy was also getting restless, he had seen what they were equipped with and could not wait to sample the ready flesh. The three went to the twins wigwam, stripped and wrapped in warm blankets, they strode to the river and waded in. The washed each other, splashed and then on the bank, the moonlight shinning on their wet naked bodies they paid homage to the Evening Star and asked for her blessing. The rewrapped in the blankets and walked into the wigwam, their blankets slipping from their naked bodies, let their hands roam over and onto their rove very hard cocks. Each wanked the other, Timothy slid to his knees in front of the two a rampant throbbing penis in each hand let his red tongue roll over one hard corona then on the other and back again. Timothy licked each one then sucked in one to the root, then the other. Each twin ran his hands through the blond locks that adorned Timothy's head. His mouth sucking in one cock, then the other as deep as they would go into his tight throat. Sex to Timothy was an aphrodisiac, he got lost in the feeling, the sucking and at last the fucking he would receive from one, while his mouth ran up and down the other. Timothy pushed Big Beaver down on his back, holding the hard male weapon he ran a red tongue up from the base of the ball sac to the tip of his magnificent weapon. Holding it tightly, Timothy placed it straight and sat back down on it facing away. Down he slid until he was fully impaled on the hot brown penis. He grabbed hold of Big Otter's cock and brought it to his lips. holding his red lips tightly he pushed the cock into his mouth until he swallowed it in it entirety! He bounced up and down on one, while his red tongue waxed the tight brown ball sac, his mouth covered by the full mass of pubic hair. Timothy felt Big Otter push him back, he was lying on Big Beaver. Big Otter knelt down, holding his cock he slid it over his twin's cock and pushed forward. Timothy was speechless, a second cock was being pushed into his tightness. "Fuck, I don't think I can take two at once?" The second cock squeezed into him slowly, but surly. He was skewered by twin cocks. his own penis was being rubbed by both hard bodies. They were sweating as the three bodies pushed back and forth. Timothy felt so stuffed, so stretched, he had never been so full of cock before, his own cock throbbed as it was rubbed until he could feel the cum building and looking for an exit. The twins hard cocks were also coming to their own eruption. All three swelled, all three erupted. Timothy coated both twins with his own semen, the two inside were shooting like twin fire hoses. Sperm filled his insides. The three collapsed in a tired heap of flesh. The three awoke late and took a quick swim. They ate. Timothy told them he would leave early in the morning. The twins tried to have him stay, but he was close to home and wanted to get there as soon as possible. Big Beaver and Big Otter said they would ride with him a little while, Timothy thanked them. Timothy arose around four, the twins also got up, they would rather have slept in, but a promise was made. The three rode out and over the stream. They were a mile or so away when the Blackfeet attacked the Mandan village. The three heard the yelling and screaming and turned back at a gallop. The three got behind a group of rocks. Timothy told Brother Wolf to lie low. he loaded the repeater with a full load of eight rounds, he handed the other rifle to Big Beaver and the cap and ball to Big Otter, the attackers were in for a surprise. The three spread out, Timothy from behind a rock took aim, he began firing. he had seven hits with the first eight shots. The Blackfeet were be- fuddled, they went from the attack to defense. Big Beaver was an fair shot and clipped two. Timothy reloaded and began a cool, but rapid fire and killed six more. The Mandan's now had time to make an attack of their own. Of the forty or so Blackfeet who made an attack only five got away and two of those were badly wounded. The Blackfeet who were left on the ground and were still alive met with the rath of the Mandan women, who were ferocious with their mutilation of both dead and those who wished they had died. The dead and wounded had eyes gouged out, noses cut off and privates cut off and crammed into their mouths. Timothy couldn't look at the carnage to Mandan women were dealing out. He rode onto the village and he too became enraged, the young girl he had rescued lay among the Mandan dead. Big Otter handed him the cap and ball, he was crying. Timothy asked why and Big Otter said in the fight his twin had been killed. Timothy reloaded the cap and ball and walked among the dead and dying Blackfeet, he found one who started to crawl away, the boy known as White Wolf slowly walked behind the Indian. When the Indian thought he could get up and run, Timothy yelled and shot him in the face. Timothy saddled up, he and Brother Wolf sadly rode away toward home............ Part 12: Reunion! Thanks to Cutterman! To the artists, I thank you all. To someone who said I am a very good writer, to you I thank you very much, it was a great compliment! Look for: Tanner Coats and The Slutty Side of Eric!