Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 23:39:17 -0500 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Cherokee Hiker #1 CHEROKEE HIKER A Fantasy By Lee Mariner MARCH 2002 DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fictional fantasy involving homosexual activity between young men. It is erotic and not written for anyone that does not approve of the material or are underage. IF YOU ARE NO OF LEGAL AGE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any persons living or deceased. If you think they are, you are wrong and delving into wishful thinking. UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES. PLEASE AVOID IF YOU CAN. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written authorization of the author. Copyright 2002 Lee Mariner. All Rights Reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * ON THE TRAIL I had started hiking when I was in the Boy Scouts and that's really when I come to fully realize that I was gay. Girls never really turned me on but boys in the school showers did and for a long time it puzzled me but I didn't know why until my buddy Jon convinced me that joining the Boy Scouts would be a lot of fun and we could do it together. Jon Parker lived next door and we went to the same schools for as long as I could remember and did all of the things that growing boys do. Jon and I grew at about the same rate but he filled out a lot faster then I did and I had a serious crush on him without really knowing why. Where he was, I wanted to be. What he did I tried too do but not always as good. We were only a couple of months apart in our ages but Jon had that natural athleticism that some guys have and he excelled in sports. I played basketball and took up field and track while he was all football and wrestling. I was muscled but leaner while he was built like Charles Atlas. In the showers I couldn't keep my eyes off of him and usually wound up hiding the hard- on I would get without understanding why except that he excited me for some reason. He and I went back and forth between our houses almost like we lived in both. We had sleepovers together and as we grew older, explored our bodies learning from each other but not touching. We both jerked off together and had dry climax's that racked our young bodies with a pleasant pain that sort of scared us at first. We both learned what was happening from our father's and what would eventually happen. Instead of dry we would one day eject sperm when we were older but it was not something we wanted to do all of the time. It was part of the bodies' function and made babies but my dad said let nature take its course just like Jon's dad did. We still jerked off when ever we could wanting to see if what we had been told was true, it was. Jon's first wet climax happened when he was sleeping and he helped it along. I had my first when I was working cleaning out our garage and I got hard thinking of Jon having his. I jerked off and the feelings drove me crazy and I realized that I had been thinking of Jon jerking off while I was stroking my cock. Seemed natural at the time. After I joined the Boy Scouts with Jon, we were going to take a hiking trip together so we could earn another merit badge. We both were 16 and Jon had helped me workout building up muscle until we both were almost alike. He was still a little heavier in muscle then I was but it was close. Our families gave permission for the hike over a weekend. Jon's dad took us to a short trail in the Pisgah National Forest that we could do without much trouble. The trail length was about 25 miles and fairly level. My dad would pick us up at the same spot we entered on Sunday afternoon. After the usual warnings, we finally were alone together walking in the forest. My dad had bought us hiking sticks and they helped a lot. Our gear we split up in two backpacks, the usual camping stuff but a minimum not wanting an overload. We had been walking for a couple of hours not really saying very much as we watched where we were walking. Every now and then we would stop and make notes in our small notebooks so we could verify the hike with our Scoutmaster. We both were required to make notations on the different flora in the forest and any fauna if we came across any. Black bear was known to be in the Pisgah but at this time of the year they were up higher in the mountains. It was warm and the sweat was making dark patches on our pullovers. Jon had a dark streak down the middle of his muscular back and he smelled musky, sexy standing alongside of me comparing our notes. My mind was thinking about him not really the notes. Jon walked ahead of me for a little while and the way his ass cheeks moved started getting me excited and my cock got hard & was bunched up jammed inside of my shorts. As I was trying to adjust it so it didn't hurt so much, Jon turned around. "Whoa buddy, something wrong." His eyes were focused on me trying to get comfortable and caught me off guard. I blushed at being caught. "Nah, my jockeys are a little crunched up so I was trying to get them straightened out." I couldn't help but see a bulge growing in Jon's shorts. "Looks to me like that's not all that needs straightening out. Why don't you just drop your shorts and fix it. Better still why don't we just take our jockeys off and only wear shorts. No one to see us out here anyway." Without hesitating, Jon dropped his pack and started to take his shorts off. I stood there looking at him, excited but shy. I had seen him naked before and he had seen me but it just seemed different this time. "What's the matter Ryan? You don't want me to see your hard-on after all of the times we have jerked off together?" Jon was about 3' in front of me and his thumbs were hooked into the waistband of his shorts and jockeys. His black pubic hair was just exposed and the outline of his hard cock was visible. I looked into his glittering blue eyes my cock throbbing, he was grinning at me almost daring me to strip. I dropped my pack unbuckled my belt and unsnapped the top button and slowly pulled the zipper down as my eyes held his until he glanced down watching me. I could see he was breathing a little faster and he licked his lips lightly. Together we both pushed our shorts down watching the thick hard length of our cocks suddenly spring free snapping back as they were released. For the longest time we stood there facing each other half naked looking at what we had seen dozens of times. Jon and I were a match except he was uncut and I was cut. We both were 7" and thick at the base. Our skin was smooth with no visible veins even hard. The lengths were shaped like bullets and jutted out from dark curly pubic bushes. My hair was brown and his was coal black. Jon pulled his shirt off and tossing it on a tree branch he squatted down unlacing his boots so he could step out of his shorts and jockeys. I stood there watching almost like I was in a trance seeing the grace of his movements his muscles rippling under his smooth unblemished skin. My mouth had suddenly become very dry and my body felt weak seeing Jon in an entirely different light then I had before. I ached too hold him but I didn't move. Jon stood up running his hands over his body looking at me I heard him say, "You gonna just stand there Ryan or do you want to find out what we both have been thinking?" I still just stood transfixed unable to move. Jon moved closer and taking my face in his hands he brushed my lips with his the tip of his tongue tracing the closed entrance to my mouth. I could feel Jon's tongue probing, pressing for entrance and I hesitatingly opened my lips as he pressed his body and groin against mine. I lifted my arms up around Jon and pulled him close as my mouth opened and we kissed for the first time passionately our tongues exploring tasting each other. I could feel waves of lust and desire sweeping over me as we kissed. Shaking with desire, I moaned "Oh Jon what are we doing? I've never felt like this about you before." He leaned back a little as we both locked our hands behind each other pressing our hot hard cocks tight against one another. His broad chest rose and fell in the excitement of our bodies touching as he looked deep into my eyes. "I've wanted you ever since we first learned what sex was Ryan. I've seen pictures on the Internet of guys having sex together and I wanted to do it with you. Haven't you felt that way? When we jerked off you always watched me stroking my cock and I had the feeling you wanted to touch me but you never would. What do you feel like now? No one is here but you and me Ryan and we can do what we both want. I want to suck your cock Ryan, I want to make you shoot and see if you're cum tastes like mine does." I was so overwhelmed listening to and feeling Jon it felt like I was going to cum standing there in his arms. He kept pulling me tighter and grinding his groin into mine. Everything he said was true but I didn't know how I should respond. "Jon man you have me going around in circles. I'm so horny right now we could do anything and it would be okay. You're different like this Jon, I'm different and I've felt that for a long time. I do want to feel you just like you say but the sex thing is different. I've never had sex with anyone before but I think about it and I think about you when I jerk off. No one has really ever seen me hard except you." "Take the rest of your clothes off Ryan." I stripped the rest of my clothes off watching as Jon moved our backpacks off the trail under a rock outcropping. He pulled the light blanket out of his pack that he was carrying and spread it over the leaves and laying down on it he patted the space next to him. I lay down alongside but not touching until he turned on his side holding his head up leaning on his elbow looking down at me on my back. My hard cock was lying on my stomach and every muscle in my body was tensed. I avoided looking at him but wanting to, I didn't know what we were supposed to do. I felt Jon breathing next to me and when he laid his hand on my chest I flinched. "Easy buddy, easy. Just relax let me do everything." I looked up at him and his eyes were soft as he slowly moved his hand over my chest. My heart felt like it was beating like a trip hammer and a thrill went through me when he pressed his hard cock against my thigh moving a little closer. He dropped his head over mine and we kissed again softly, gently, his hand stroking me. I could hear soft moan sounds coming from him as he kissed me. I could feel a warmness spreading through me from his touch. "Jon, have you been in bed with someone already?" "Yes I have." "You have, when?" "Every night Ryan. I've been in bed with you every night in my dreams. My dream is coming true even though this is not a bed and we are together like I have wanted and I think you wanted. I love you Ryan, I have ever since we were little boys. You talk about being different, we are. We love each other Ryan. I know that even though you haven't said it. A lot of people aren't going to like that but I don't care. Most people are going to call us names like faggot and queer and that's because they don't understand why two boys love each other and aren't what the call normal." "Oh my god Jon. I've loved you too but I was afraid someone would make fun of me, us if they found out. The church says two men aren't supposed to have sex together but it doesn't say we shouldn't love each other and that confuses me. We shouldn't have sex but its okay if we love each other. I thought sex and love were the same thing?" "Sex and love between a man and a woman is okay but between men it is considered abnormal and a sin. I don't feel that way. I talked with my grandfather about it and he tells me that if two people love each other and are honest about it then it is not wrong. Only people that try and hide it or sneak around are wrong. I asked him about two men being in love and he told me that as long as they truly love each other in their hearts then there is nothing wrong with it even though society looks down on it. He asked me if I loved someone and I told him I did but I didn't tell him who. Grandfather told me that if I truly loved this person above all others it was good and I should be happy with that person. He said don't flaunt yourself but be truthful and honest with each other and others. He told me that God does not punish those that are faithful, honest and truthful." For a long time I lay there thinking of what Jon had said. His hand slowly moved over me sending small signals through every nerve. I closed my eyes feeling his touch and listening as the birds sang in the trees, a warm breeze blowing over us. I felt my cock being lifted between thumb and fingers and slowly stroked when Jon took me in his warm mouth. Gasping I filled my lungs and gripped his head in my hands as he slowly took the full length until it touched the entrance to his throat. I shuddered as my hips lifted to meet his gripping demanding suction. It felt like my entire body had melted as my cock slipped deeper and his chin rested on my thick pubic bush. Jon had all of me deep in his throat and I could feel the head of my cock being massaged by his throat muscles. I exhaled relaxing and groaned "Oh god Jon take me please." I ran my hands up and down his ribs and over his back as he sucked me bringing me to a thundering climax that felt like my nuts had disappeared deep into my groin. My mind was numb at the feeling of ecstasy that surged in great gushing streams through my hard thick cock filling his mouth and down his swallowing throat. My muscles tensed as my body arched driving more of me as deep as I could make it go. I didn't want the feelings to ever stop as my cock started to soften and I collapsed back onto the blanket-- covered ground totally exhausted, the sweat pouring from me. With the final surge of my juice I felt Jon's lips tighten as he withdrew stripping the last he could force from my soft cock. I lay there for a few moments my chest heaving as Jon twisted around swinging his legs up alongside of my head and kissed me. I opened my lips and tasted the salty sweet cum he deposited on my tongue. I reached up and held his head as I ravished his mouth tasting my cum and his saliva mixing. There was no sound around us except for the sounds of nature and our breathing as we looked at each other, our eyes talking for us. I had often looked at Jon's deep blue eyes before and seen then flash in anger when some jerk made an off color remark. Looking at me now, they were soft and shining. Running my hands over Jon's chest, I could feel the beat of his heart matching mine. "Do all Cherokee's make love like you Jon?" "I don't know about the others but we haven't always had a love for your people. Right now, only Ryan Montgomery is with me and I love him very much. There is no red or white between us and never will be, just two inexperienced young men that have much to learn and this Cherokee boy hopes you love him as much as he loves you." "I think I fell in love with you when you fell off the back of my bike Jon and broke your arm. What were we then about 8 years old? Boy did you howl and your mother came running at the same time mine did. Mom stopped a cop car and all of us went to the hospital with his siren going. Your dad came running out of the hospital and took you inside. I was scared to death and mom just held me both of us crying. I was scared you were going to die or something and that is when I really fell in love with you. I didn't know it but I knew I didn't want to be without you." "Yeah, I remember that. Your mom and dad wouldn't let you stay with me in my bed and you pitched a fit. I got most of the ice cream for a long time and that made you mad too. I remember you running over to the house after you got home from school and sitting with me. I think I really fell in love with you in school when Tommy Bledsoe bumped my arm and you started hitting him for hurting me. The teacher had to pull you off of him you were so mad." "He was a bully then and he still is. You know why he bumped you and I didn't like that either. The bastard trouble maker needs someone to punch his mouth for him for some of the stuff he spreads around." Jon was leaning over me his left arm on the blanket next to me as his other hand stroked my chest his fingers following the outline of my pectoral muscles and down my ribs. My cock was still half hard and I suddenly remembered he had made me come but he hadn't. "Jon, you didn't come yet. That's not fair. Show me what to do oh hell I can do it just like you did can't I?" I started to move but Jon held me down. "Shhhhh buddy, I did when you did. I was just as horny as you and shot my load when you started shooting yours." I lifted my head and looking at his crotch I could see the fluid covering his stomach and in his pubic hair. "But that's not the same. I want to do for you want you did for me." "There will be plenty of time for that. Tell me why you got angry when Bledsoe bumped my arm that time?" "He did it on purpose Jon, you know that. He has always been hateful towards you ever since we started school together. He did that just to hurt you and says mean things to other people about you." Leaning down Jon kissed me softly and looking into my eyes he said, "Why does he make you angry Ryan? Tell me how you feel when you hear what he says." "You know how I feel Jon. I don't like hearing those things. They aren't true and you know it." "Yeah, I know they aren't. I've never heard you say anything about it though. How do you feel when you hear Bledsoe and others call me a half-breed or when they call you an Indian lover." I couldn't move but I don't think Jon was holding me down on purpose. I looked up at him tears in my eyes and I was trying to figure out what he was getting at. Jon had never asked me anything like this before. "What do you want me to say Jon? I've told you how I feel about you. What else is there?" As he inhaled deeply, Jon ran his hand over my hair and down the side of my face looking at me. "Remember what my grandfather said about being honest and truthful Ryan? You have said you love me and I believe you but if we are going to be together and I hope we are, there is a lot we both will go through. Being gay is one thing but being gay and a half-breed Indian is another. Some people probably will call me a queer half-breed or a faggot Indian. If we are together, they might call you just as bad but probably a little worse. White boys and Indian boys going to school together is bad enough in a lot of people's minds. White and Indian living together will be even worse and when they find out we are gay and and Indian is living with his white Indian loving lover it will be hell. We will need to defend each other at some time or the other of that I'm sure. I've been through it but you haven't." I knew everything Jon was saying was true but it had never been a consideration. I reacted to the slurs and comments because I loved him not because he was an Indian. His beautiful bronze skin was just that beautiful. I loved Jon not Jon the Indian and what had happened between us convinced me of that even more. "Jon, all I can tell you is that I love you and today you made me realize how much I do love you. We both are who we are because of our parents and not what other people think. I know it won't be easy but we have the strongest ally in the world and that is our love. You are not just an Indian to me you are my brother in body, heart and soul. I love you with every fiber in my body Jon. I'll go to the ends of the earth with you if you want me." It seemed as if the birds were singing a little louder and the breeze had stopped as Jon leaned over me. His face beamed as his eyes radiated with the same feelings that were flowing through me. "I think that will be far enough Ryan. I saw a little stream at the base of this outcropping. Lets move our stuff down there until tomorrow. I doubt anyone else will be on the trail but if they are, we won't be seen." Jon stood up and as I stood, he pulled me to him. Kissing again softly he whispered in my ear. "Forgive me for pushing you about that. I just wanted you to be sure of what it might be like together." As he held me our bodies pressed tightly against each other I could feel an urge in my groin as I whispered back, "I know Jon, that's why I love you. We better get this stuff on down there by the stream." He smiled at me for a second and I could feel his response pressing into me before we moved our equipment. * * * * * * Wonder if we should see how far this hiking trip will go...?