Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2010 17:54:38 -0700 From: Gary Pinto Subject: Part 4: "The Wild Times of Timothy Church" THE WILD TIMES OF TIMOTHY CHURCH By: Max the Cat (M/b-MM/b) Comments and Suggestions to gmony6@gmail.com Part 4: Retribution! Timothy headed north into the mountains. He felt he was being followed, yet he saw no one. He looked for pony tracks and found many. He made camp late in the afternoon. He was surprised when he saw Big Elk, he was some what shaken "I never saw you Big Elk." The big Indian nodded "Timothy you must keep yourself alert a Blackfoot would have you before you realized it. I brought you something silent." He handed the boy a very long knife. "The white man call it a Bowie Knife, it is sharp and if you have to throw it, it is true." Timothy thanked the Indian. "Will you stay with me this night Big Elk?" The big Indian nodded and they sat by their small fire and ate a rabbit Big Elk had hit with an arrow. Timothy laid next to Big Elk and let his hand roam the big Indian's muscular body. The man lay still. The smaller hand found the hard cock and jacked it, then Timothy smiled up, then looked back down and ran his red tongue around the head that pushed out of the foreskin. Timothy continued and took the flared hard head into his mouth and sucked it. The Indian spread his legs and Timothy knelt between them. he sucked in more of the hard penis. His blond head bobbed up and down. His blue eyes looked up and they sparkled in the light from the fire. Timothy continued to lick and suck the hard cock, the big Indian groaned and moaned, his hips pushed up the meet the bobbing head. Timothy stood up and took off the balance of his clothing and straddled the man. he held the cock at the ready entrance. he looked at the man, smiling Timothy pushed the hard head into his body and slid down in the rampant fleshy spike until he nestled on the sparse pubic hair. He ground down and took the entire hard tube. he began his hard bouncing and Big Elk pushed back meeting the youths hard thrusts. Big Elk saw the boys hard spike bobbing up and down in front of him, he grasped hold, his thumb rolling over the pulsing head, he rubbed and Timothy moaned his approval, it felt so good and he could feel his boi-honey boiling inside of his hard balls. They were meeting each other's movements, and both were approaching their ejaculation points rapidly. Both their breathing was becoming rapid. In hot and hard puffs they pushed ahead with their rapid movements, each could feel cum boiling to the top. Timothy's head stiffened straight, his boi-cock shot off in the big Indians hand. The fingers coated by Timothy's hot boi-sauce. The blast came next inside of Timothy. Big Elk's penis shot forth his sperm's and Timothy's body filled up quickly, then the essence began to leak out. Big Elk left early in the morning "I wish you well Timothy, I hope you find Running Bear, and I hope he is well, I am suppose to be scouting for a heard of buffalo, we must hunt for the people." Timothy gave his friend a small wave and broke camp. he too wished that Running Bear was still alive. Into the mountains he rode. he looked for signs and found many, "are the Blackfeet that sloppy?' he thought to himself. Still he rode into the late afternoon and still found no one. He found a small stream and hit had a waterfall, he wanted to bathe and here it was. He dismounted and heard a crying sound. He stood still, at first everything was silent, he listened and he again heard the crying. Holding Jace's rifle at the ready. he came close to the water. He came upon a young wolf in a beaver trap. His back leg was in the trap. The young dark grey wolf was crying in pain and when Timothy got close he growled and tried to pull away, the trap tightened its grip, the young wolf yelped in more pain. Timothy talked in soft tones and knelt down and opened the trap and pulled the legs out. The young wolf tried to rise, he was weak and in much pain and fell back down. Timothy pulled out some jerky and handed it to the young wolf. He sniffed it, then grabbed it and devoured it. Timothy got a small cup and filled it with water and put it down in front of the wolf, he looked around and then lapped it up quickly. Timothy peeled off some pine tar and started a small fire and heated water then with a clean piece of cloth and cleaned out the deep would on the animals rear paw, he melted the tar with a little hot hater. blew on it to cool it some and then filled the wound then bound it. he threw more jerky to the wolf, he sniffed again and then ate it. Timothy came up slowly to the young animal and picked him up and laid him next to the fire to him keep warm and get him dry. The animal looked at him, he was puzzled, the human didn't try to kill him, he fed him, still he was wary of the human. Timothy ate and then stripped and walked into the water. Under the waterfall he scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his body, it also took away the body scent. He walked out naked and looked around, all he saw was gold eyes. He quickly counted maybe fifteen wolves, Timothy gulped. The stood on the outer parts of his camp. He stood naked and wet, his guns were too far from him and the wounded wolf still laid by the fire for warmth. "Oh my god!" Timothy mumbled under his breath. Her walked to his clothing and heard a low growl, the fifteen wolves crouched down, a bigger wolf, coal black in color, and it growled louder, fifteen crouched even lower. Timothy decided he might do the same and the big wolf would leave him alone. He followed suit and groveled with the others. The big wolf came closer and sniffed him, then he looked at the wounded wolf. He circled the fire and Timothy, he came in from behind the young white boy and sniffed Timothy's ass, he licked the hole, and licked again. Timothy couldn't help it, he got hard. The big wolf growled and the fifteen moved back and laid low. The big wolf ran his tongue up the boys cock, ball sac and licked the hole, In lightning speed he mounted Timothy and knifed forward with his hairy hips. Timothy was somewhat in shock, the hard canine cock was trying to push into him. Timothy tried to pull away and felt the teeth clamp down on his back and he froze in place. the big wolf stabbed hard and entered Timothy almost all the way, the cock was very fat, but the next stab locked them together. Timothy and the Wolf were locked in place and the young white boy was held by the cock, knot and both big paws around his small midsection. He was being fucked in to subservience by the pack leader and being taken into the pack. The wolf cock was driving into him and it actually was very exciting, he was responding to the hard penetration and his boi-cock was hard and throbbing in anticipation of a up and coming cum. Now Timothy was into the fucking he was getting, he pushed back against the pounding wolf cock and he could feel the head of his cock tingling and swelling, he tried but couldn't hold back, the head opened up at the slit and shot forth his hot sperm. It puddled in a large creamy pool below his naked chest. He could hear a howl from the big wolf. he felt the wolf cock swell and shot hot creamy sperm deep into Timothy. The cock kept pounding hard shooting far up into his colon. His head fell forward, he was exhausted. The wolf laid forward on the boys back, his red tongue hung out and laid on the boys back, saliva was coating his skin. They were locked together for over twenty minutes. Finally Timothy felt the wolf's cock fall away, his sperm was following out also and rolling down Timothy's white legs. he fell forward. He awoke from a groggy sleep some thirty minutes later. He looked around and only he and the wounded young wolf were ion his camp. At first he thought he had had a bad dream, but his hole was leaking canine sperm and pulsing back to its normal size. Timothy stood up, his legs were sore and he was tired, but he wanted to be clean and waded back into the water and stood under the cold waterfall and tried to rejuvenate. He walked back out and ate some of his jerky. he shared it with the young wolf and for the life of himself he couldn't realize what he was still alive. One thing he did know was the wolf had fucked him and fucked him good, but he didn't know why? He slept fitfully and got up early. The young wolf tried to stand, but couldn't. Timothy packed up and picked up the young wolf gently, wrapped him in a small deer skin and got up on the horse and started out again. He moved in slowly and toward evening the young wolf began to squirm. Timothy got off the horse. Put the young wolf down and moved slowly toward some noise. He was behind a big rock and there were three Blackfoot Indians. Tied to two small tress was Little Wolf. He was beaten and half dead. The other two Pawnee were nowhere to be seen, he figured they were already dead. Now how to take the three full grown Indians. One got up and walked up to Little Wolf and slapped him and spit on him. Timothy was getting madder and madder. Timothy checked his six shot Navy ball and cap pistol. He decided to walk in on them and startle them, he wanted the element of surprise. He made sure the pistol came out of the holster without catching on anything. He stood up, took a deep breath and in his left hand held the rifle. "Hey old women, Blackfeet are women!" The three jumped and were startled. They went for their weapons. He stood there and drew the pistol. The silence was broken by the howl of the group of the sixteen wolves. The three forgot about Timothy for a long second. Timothy fired his pistol killing two at once and belly shooting the one who slapped Running Bear. The Blackfoot was withering in pain, holding his belly. Timothy pulled out the Bowie knife. He walked up to the wide eyed Indian, knelt beside him and slit his throat. He showed no mercy, the Blackfoot Indian's would have shown him none, he cut down Running bear, cleaned his wounds and placed him on one of the Blackfoot ponies, and tied him in place. He took the Indian's weapons and placed them in a blanket and tied them to another pony. Timothy pulled down the three Blackfoot's deerskin pants and emasculated them. He placed their privates in and leather bag. Indian's felt that if you came back you would come back in a different way, Timothy said they were women and would come back as women! He picked up the young wolf and took the other three horses with him. He decided to make as much distance from the Blackfeet and himself and rode all night. He found a place he felt safe and made camp. He was being trailed by sixteen wolves, they kept his back. He caught three Prairie Chickens. he cooked one over a fire and laid the other two out on his parameter for the other wolves. he fed Running Bear and the young wolf, he laid the rifle over his legs and fell asleep, the wolves kept guard. He found some eggs and boiled them and fed Running Bear, the young wolf and shelled and laid out five for the wolves to eat, he ate the last one and resumed his ride to the Pawnee camp. He arrived there at four a.m. Some of the camp were up and helped him with Running bear, he took care of the young wolf. Old Lame Elk approached Timothy "I see you brought company, I see many wolves, why?" Timothy looked out and saw the big Black Wolf and the fifteen others. "They saved me when i came upon the Blackfeet, he handed Old Lame Elk the bag and he opened it, he looked at Timothy "why?" "I called them women and when they come back it will be as I called them!" Old Lame Elk found the chief and told him then opened the bag, he closed it quickly. He and Old Lame Elk came to the young white boy. The chief held Timothy by his shoulders and looked into his tired blue eyes "from this day on you will be known as He the Wolves Follow, that is your Pawnee name!" Timothy smile he had been totally accepted into the tribe, he nodded and thanked the chief and Old Lame Elk for the honor. He went into the hut and took care of Running Bear and the young wolf, then he found some meat and took it out to the wolf pack. He bowed to the big wolf and honored him as the leader and he ate first. The down the line. They stayed until the young wolf was well, he left with them. Running Bear recovered quickly and Timothy confided in him on what happened between him and the wolf. Running Bear smiled "you are honored Timothy my friend, you are always a part of the wolf pack, the wolves have made you one of them. Your name is well deserved I will just call you White Wolf." They laughed and Timothy helped Running Bear back into the hut. His hand had hold inside of the Indian boys breech cloth and worked the hard cock up and down. Running Bear laid back down and Timothy pulled off the breech cloth and held the cock in the open air. He bent forward and ran his tongue around the brown head, then grinning he engulfed the whole thing deep into his throat. Running Bear moaned and bucked up to meet the way Timothy's mouth worked it's magic up and down wanting to draw out the creamy essence from the depths of Running Bears insides, The other hand was also finding places inside his Indian lover. First one, then two and finally he had three fingers pumping in and out giving Running Bear the pleasure he wanted and squirmed around to get. Running Bear held Timothy's head in place not wanting him to pull away and bring him to the end he wanted. he hunched up to meet Timothy's mouth movements. he moaned "oooohhhhh, hughhhhhhh, oooooo" and fucked his cock into the white boys mouth, The brown cock began to throb, his ball sac tightened against his brown body and his hardening helmet flared like steel, the slit opened and flooded Timothy's mouth with his creamy sperm. Timothy swallowed quickly, his tongue rolling over and over to lap up all the gooey semen that was shooting in hot bolts. Finally they fell side by side and grinned. They sat up when they heard the clank of metal in the camp. Timothy and Running Bear quickly dressed and peeked out. An army patrol was in the Pawnee camp. Timothy saw the officer talking to the chief. Timothy knew they were talking about him. He didn't want to face them and snuck out and to the back, he lead a pony out of the camp until he was in a wooded area and then mounted and rode out. He had his weapons and some food and water. Within in an hour Running Bear had caught up to him. "The blue coats are looking for you White Wolf, your family had asked the Territorial Governor in their home to look for you. "What will you do?" Timothy thought, then said I will head for the mountains I must talk to the spirits, maybe i will ask for a vision to help me with this problem, I would like to see my family, but i like my new life more, the Pawnee have become my family, Running Bear what would you do?" His friend and lover looked at him "White Wolf only you can answer that for yourself, I cannot answer that for you?" Timothy looked down at the earth "I do not want to cause the Pawnee any trouble or harm, i fear the army will not believe I would rather stay with the Pawnee?" Running Bear looked at Timothy sadly. Running Bear pulled out his knife and cut his palm and then Timothy's hand and cut him, they bled and Running Bear 's hand clasped Timothy's "you White Wolf are my blood for our lives, whatever you decide." Timothy headed for the mountains. Running Wolf watched as Timothy faded into the hills, he noticed that he was being trailed by a pack of wolves, he knew his friend was being watched over. He slapped his pony and headed back to the Pawnee camp. The army patrol searched the camp, but no white boy. The Indians never said a word. They looked straight ahead. Finally the officer in charge re-mounted and the patrol left the camp empty handed. He knew the boy was there or had been there, he couldn't start something, he only had fifteen soldiers counting himself. Part 5: Vision Quest! Thanks to Cutterman (having a blast, I bet!). To Jellofunk, Heredia and Malajuvian. Look for: 4 of "The Sluty Side of Eric! and Part 5 of "Trent Wheeler!"