Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 15:58:08 -0700
From: Gary Pinto <gmony6@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 8 "The Wild Times of Timothy Church!"

THE WILD TIMES OF TIMOTHY CHURCH
By: Max the Cat

(M/t-t/t-MM/t)

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Part: 8 Meeting more friends:

     The Bannock were more subdued that any of the tribes that Timothy had
come across during his trek across the Oregon Trail to the Willamette in
the Oregon Territory and a reunion. The Bannock gave him directions, food
and time to get his pony back in top form for the last leg of his trip, yet
they kept their distance, they were not happy with their treatment by the
white man. Timothy was different, but he was white.

     After four days with the Bannock he was again on his way. One of the
Bannock warriors said he would show him a shortcut. Timothy thanked He Who
Walks at Night and he, the Bannock and Brother Wolf headed out. They
traveled through a dense forest of pines and redwoods, he had never seen
trees this tall in his life, he was impressed.

     They stayed close to the Bear river, but would turn straight west to
the Snake, the Bannock warrior had a short cut. Then the Snake would send
him to the Columbia and that would take him to home and a reunion with his
parents. The made camp and He Who Walks trapped three rabbits and they
cooked them over an open fire. They watched shooting stars as they traveled
through the night sky as they laid back on woven blankets.

     Timothy felt a hand squeeze his thigh, then inch to his hardening
penis "I find a deep desire for you White Wolf, I hope you and I can come
together?" Timothy grabbed hold of the Indian Warrior's crotch, he squeezed
and the two stripped quickly. He Who Walks could not believe his luck and
aimed to take advantage of the situation.

     Timothy took over and pushed the older man on his back, he grabbed the
man's uncut cock. He smiled up at the man then ran his tongue up the ball
sac. He twirled his tongue over the crinkled skin, then sucked in one and
then the other. The Indian man's body was singing as he propped himself up
on his elbows to watch the blond head performing on his body, his body
shivered as the boys tongue worked wonders on his body.

     Timothy looked up, his blue eyes sparkled. his red, wet tongue snaked
up the underside of the brown penis. Slowly he licked and nibbled, the
Indian tingled all over. Slowly he inched up the taunt length, nibbling he
looked up to see his new Indian lover's eyes closed tightly, loving the
movements of Timothy's mouth on his body. At the frenulum Timothy dug his
tongue in and wiggled. He Who Walks stiffened, he was going crazy with lust
for White Wolf.

     Timothy wasn't done. Working back down he moved the ball sac up in his
hand, he began to lick and suck on the perineum. "May the Great Spirit
bless you White Wolf, that is a wonder." His anus was next, Timothy had him
bouncing around on the blanket. He worked back up quickly and engulfed the
whole length of hard male flesh making it sloppy with his saliva and
looking up again Timothy smiled.

    Timothy grabbed the hard tube and straddled it. He looked down at the
Indian and placed it at the entrance to his young body, he pushed down and
He Who Walks pushed up and his cock drove into Timothy deep and second
lunge and the entire length was deep inside of him. They both began to move
at the same time

     The long brown cock drove in deep. Timothy rode the brown shaft and
played with his own nipples, it sent hard shocks into his groin and made
the head of his own cock tingle. His breath came in deep pants and he
ground down on the man's pubic bone, he wanted to cum. He Who walks sensed
Timothy's desire and took hold of his boi-cock and used his thumb tip on
the sensitive boi-cock head. He painted the head with Timothy's precum, it
shined it the moon light.

     Timothy began to milk the big brown cock with his inner muscles, he
ground down and his youthful body worked to draw out the Indian's boiling
sperm. He Who walks had never felt anything like it, this boi-slut was
driving him crazy and he never wanted the fuck to end, but he was almost
there and could do nothing about it. He Who Walks squinted his eyes as he
tried to hold off.

     Timothy was also about to have an wet ending, his cock was swelling,
his piss slit opened and he shot three hard and long creamy blast of his
hot boi-juices. The hot boi-cream arced up into the night air and then in
three creamy splats landed on the bare chest of his Indian fucker. He Who
Walks didn't even notice his cum covered chest, he grabbed Timothy's hips,
pushed up and exploded inside the warm insides of Timothy.

     Timothy felt his own cum and the hot creamy blast in his own body. he
was filling up in his colon and it felt wonderful. He fell forward, his
mouth into the cream on the naked chest and began to lick up his own
ejaculate, finally they ended with Timothy sucking on the dark brown
rubbery nipple.

     In the morning Timothy and Brother Wolf rode west and He Who Walks
sadly rode back to the Bannock Village. Into the thing forest Timothy rode,
he could almost smell the Pacific Ocean and its sweet salty flavor, he
could hear his mother's voice, he did miss that, but he could see Running
Bear and his smile, and he miss that most of all. His concentration was
broken by the squawk of a bird, he looked up and saw an eagle with a white
head and a brown-black body, the same color as the three eagle feathers
tied in the knot in his blond hair.

      He came to the Columbia river. the water seemed to have a mean
spirit, the white on the crests rolled toward the west at great speed. He
knew he had to stay on the southern side and was glad of that, he did not
want to cross the waters in this mad state. he and Brother Wolf made
time. "Look Brother Wolf, look at the meadow and the sea of yellow." The
wolf actually stood straight and observed then answered with a barky wine.

     Timothy and brother Wolf made camp at the other side of the
meadow. Timothy shot a big grey goose and they roasted it over a fire and
spit. The grease made popping noises as it dripped into the coals, Brother
Wolf seemed to jump at each grease pop. Timothy laughed and nuzzled the
canine. he scratched and petted his loyal friend. The ate the bird and some
roasted wild onions Timothy threw on the side of the red and grey embers.

     Timothy walked to the river and found a calm pool and waded in and
washed. brother Wolf sat at the edge and lapped some water, but stayed away
from the water, he looked at Timothy with a funny look, it was as though he
couldn't understand why the boy would even want to get wet, but he stayed
close just in case he had to rescue the crazy boy.

     Timothy walked out naked and dripping wet, he stood in the afternoon
sun and let the rays and the breeze dry his white skin, Brother Wolf
sniffed his closed hole and Timothy giggled "look who wants some of me." he
ran through the yellow meadow and Brother Wolf hit him from behind, Timothy
landed on his hands and knees. Timothy looked back and Brother Wolof had
mounted him, the canine was stabbing forward, he was trying to gain
entrance.

     Timothy widened his legs and felt the hard canine cock pierce his anal
ring, the second stab gave Brother Wolf total entrance, the two were once
again united as one. brother Wolf was fucking Timothy with hard and
determined strokes. The canine penis was shooting lubricant and digging
deeper into the warm depths of Timothy's responding body, the rubbing of
the canine flesh sent sparks into Timothy and his cock was sticking out
straight and hard, it bobbed up and down, the breeze making the precum
streak the cock head.

     "Oooohhhh fuck me harder, oh I love the warm and wet feeling you give
me my Brother, I want to feel your hot cum and i want to cum, you fuck me
better that anyone or anything I know." Timothy was humping back to catch a
deeper penetration. Brother Wolf's red tongue hung out of the side of his
mouth, his forepaws clamped around Timothy's midsection, his rear humped
and dug into timothy deeper.

     Timothy moaned and grunted, his cock was pointing to his chin, he felt
the foreskin roll behind the head of his cock, the head was covered with
glossy precum. His cock head swelled and he felt his cock recoil and shoot
hot creamy sperm in three creamy bolts. The first hit his chin and the rest
made a creamy pool below his chest.

     Brother Wolf was growling, he was still shooting his lubricant, but he
too was almost there. He gave out with a howl and his cock erupted inside
of Timothy. His creamy sperm flooded the boy's insides. His cum rolled
forward into the depths of his colon, then just as fast as he filled
Timothy's insides, the sperm rolled back out and ran down the inside of
Timothy's legs, then made their own creamy pools.

     Brother Wolf hunched a few more times, then spun around, the two were
facing away from each other, still they were locked together. Brother Wolf
tried the separate them, but they were locked tighter that a drum. Timothy
reached around ant took hold of the black coat until the canine cock lost
some girth, then a "pop" broke the silence. They both fell forward, Timothy
on his chest and brother Wolf found a cool spot and lay there cleaning off
his own cock

      Timothy rode out in the morning, Brother Wolf trailed behind him
looking from side to side and in back, They followed the Columbia west. He
could see a big mountain they called Hood, he took the Lolo Pass rout
around Mount Hood and to The Dalles, he was almost there. The weather was
changing and the wind was very cols. Timothy wrapped himself in the Buffalo
robe he carried with him.

     He entered the Willamette valley and made camp. He walked to a high
place and looked down and saw an Indian village below. Timothy thought if
they had anything on the ball they already knew he was around and prepared
for a visit. He had caught one og those silver fish and cooked it on a
fire. he and brother Wolf ate the meat and crawled close to the fire and
slept. he received no visitors and that surprised him.

     In the morning he rode into the village and found out it was empty of
life. He was puzzled. "Well brother this is strange?" The rode out and
followed the rolling river. He kept to himself and recited words he would
say to his family when they met. He was different now, he wasn't the scared
little boy they had known.

     As he rode along he rode into a military patrol headed by a
2Lt. William Ramey. The officer raised his hand and said "column halt." He
stared at Timothy, rubbed his eyes like he didn't believe what he was
seeing. "Who in the hell are you lad?" Timothy looked at him funny "Are you
talking to me?" The officer turned red "who else could I be talking to?"
Timothy shrugged "the Pawnee call me White Wolf, he is called Brother
Wolf." He pointed to the black wolf sitting to his rear. "Your white, I can
see that, so what is your name son?" "My white family calls me Timothy,
Timothy Church." The sergeant rode up" Lieutenant there's a Church family
about eighty miles south of here, I bet he the lost son they talked about,
suppose to have been kilt by the Blackfeet last year, I sure bet it's him?"

     The Lieutenant turned to Timothy "are you him son?" Timothy nodded
"yes I am him?" The Lieutenant chuckled "well I guess you're not dead, how
come?" Timothy told them the story and how the Pawnee had rescued him and
that he wore the three eagle feathers because he had killed the three
Blackfoot warriors. They looked him wide eyes, then the cap and ball
pistol. "I take it you know how to use the pistol?" The sergeant
asked. Timothy never cracked a smile "yes and the rifle too, I also can use
the Bowie Knife too, the Pawnee taught me well." The sergeant gave him a
low whistle.

     They asked where he was going. "I am going to see my parents, I want
to let them know I am alive and well, then I will return to the Pawnee, I
am at home with them/" The Lieutenant grinned "you think your parents will
let you go and also keep that wolf?" Timothy kicked the side of his pony,
"Lieutenant they can't stop me, no one can stop me, I am an Indian now and
am at peace." He rode off toward the southwest.

     The sergeant shook his head and wiped the sweat from his
brow. "Lieutenant you ever met a white injin, cuz I never did?" Lieutenant
Ramey said "Sergeant Boxer you have now, have the men mount up, we have a
patrol to finish." They rode east, they looked back at Timothy and his wolf
disappeared into the timber.

     He made camp. They caught duck and a Pheasant, they ate well. Timothy
was beginning to have second thoughts about going home. He thought to
himself "what if they tried to make me stay or would not accept Brother
Wolf, what would he do, he couldn't shoot them, but he would not stay no
matter what anyone said.

     Timothy came out of the timber and ran right into a village full of
Indians. They turned out to be the Yakima. This group were mostly
fisherman. They fished for the silver fish he had eaten before. They had
smokers running all day and night and were packing away fish for the
winter, They were very astonished when they saw a blond haired white boy
dressed in Indian garb. The clothing was of a tribe they were not
acquainted with, but the wearing of three bald eagle feathers made for
conversation.

     The tribal leaders summoned him to a council Big Grey Dog spoke for
the group, he spoke some English and translated for the others. Timothy
told him the story. Big Grey Dog's eyes were big when he related the story
to the others. They were impressed with his winning his Indian name and the
three eagle feathers, they had hear of the Blackfeet and their running
roughshod over other tribes. They also like his turning away from the way
of the white-eyes and taking the way of the Indian. They also liked that he
still honored his parents and wanted to tell them of his changes.

     One of the council Big Elk kept looking Timothy over and decide that
he should stay in his hut while he stayed with the Yakima, he was already
lusting for the white boy and hoped he would not repel any of his
advances. Timothy told Big Grey Dog he was honored that Big Elk would share
his home with him. Big Elk smiled and adjusted himself.

     Late that afternoon all the men and Timothy bathed in the
Columbia. Big Elk took time to dry off the tribes guest, White
Wolf. Brother Wolf laid on the bank and watched, he still didn't understand
why all humans went into the water so much. They had given him his own
salmon to feast upon.

     Wrapped in a heavy blanket Timothy and Big Elk sat around the fire and
ate Salmon cooked over a spit. There were also cook pears, something
Timothy had never tasted, and they were delicious. Then the Indians sat
around eating apple slices, carved with a knife. This was something Timothy
had had back east as a younger boy. Big Elk was moving around, very
nervous, Timothy knew the Indian wanted him and he played coy, yet he had
already decided to let the Indian enjoy him later in the hut.

     Finally it got late and they all entered their respective huts. They
were made of wood then covered with skins for insulation. A hole in the
ceiling center let the smoke from a fire escape, The floor was covered
first with thick dry grasses then covered with bear skins for
warmth. Timothy entered first, Big Elk following. Timothy stood at the far
side and let the bear skin slowly slip off his body.

     Big Elk ogled the boys white body, Timothy's cock was hard and
excited, his foreskin had slipped behind the red penis head. Big Elk looked
up and down devouring the beauty before him. he walked up to Timothy and
his hand took hold of Timothy's throbbing penis, Smiling Timothy did the
same, then slowly slipped out of Big Elk's grasp and onto his knees. His
mouth opened wide and engulfed the shinny brown flesh, Big Elk rocked
forward and moaned.

     Timothy let the hard flesh slowly slide down and over the back of his
red tongue and down in the warm, wet depths of his throat.  Big Elk was in
rapture and Timothy was good at giving a great sucking, with the cock so
deep he was able to lick the ball sac in a wagging manner, giving more
exciting pleasure. Timothy's hand were also busy as he kneaded the tight
butt cheeks of Big Elk.

     Slowly Timothy felt himself going back onto his back and readied
himself for a nice fucking and a good cum of his own, after that he could
get a good deep sleep. On his back and totally naked, his eyes closed and
in a dreamy state he felt a warm and wet mouth engulf his hard
cock. Timothy loved the feeling and all that it gave his young body. Being
an Indian no one condemned him for being what he was, even when he gave
himself to the wolf he wasn't despised for it, but in fact he was thought
to be on a higher plane than the other human beings.

     Timothy moved around slowly as he enjoyed the Indian's mouth and how
it made him feel. He spread his legs wide to let Big Elk know he wanted to
have the big brown cock deep inside of his young body. Big Elk held his
cock at Timothy's anal hole and smiled as he drove into the boy all the way
until his big balls slapped Timothy's cheeks, his hips began a rhythmic in
and out pounding and Timothy moaned and mumbled "I love the hard feeling,
fuck me, fuck me harder I want to feel the creamy spread in me."

     Big Elk didn't understand the words, but he understood the body
movements Timothy was producing to meet the hard pumps of his big brown
cock, also how Timothy's mouth had latched on to a rubbery nipple and was
licking and sucking it, Sharp stabs hit Big Elks groin and he fucked faster
and harder, he was coming to that plateau where he came and got the relief
he do desired.

The two bodies worked together grunting, moaning and mumbling in two
different languages, their bodies rubbed and rolled together. One cock
buried in the other and the other cock being rubbed to a creamy cuming on
the two naked bodies. Timothy's inner muscles also clamped down on the
drilling stalk and Big Elk couldn't take it anymore, he swelled, he panted
and he began to fuck Timothy harder trying to push in as far as he could
go. He erupted inside of the boy in hard creamy bolts of his own thick
cream!

     Timothy also felt his own boi-cock swell and began to shoot off and
coat both of their bodies. He felt big Elk's ejaculate in him and they felt
Timothy's on them, making them slippery. "Fuck me, ooohhh fuck me I love to
feel hot cum in me, it feels so good to cum." Timothy was rattling on and
on, he was exhausted, but satisfied. Big Elk would have loved to stay deep
inside of Timothy and would have if his nard muscle hadn't shrunk and
slipped out.

     They fell asleep in each other's arms, too tired to wake up and clean
up, hell Timothy thought before sleep over took him, the river is only a
hundred yards away!

Part 9: Homecoming!

Thanks to Cutterman, hope you had fun with your camera! Thanks to
Jellofunk, Heredia and Malajuvian, his drawing gave me the idea for this
story!

Look for Part 4 of "Tanner Coats!" Part 1 of "Finding Austin Branch!"