Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 16:53:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Little Indian Boy III

The lube was starting to cool, the cum was warming and starting to run. I
suggested we hit the shower again. Sonny said that he hated the hassle of
putting the bags back on and I told him he didn't need to. All he needed to
do was keep his arms above his head as he stepped into the shower spray and
I'd soap and clean him. I got a pretty big smile at that suggestion. So
that's what we did and I managed to get him cleaned off without fanfare,
which meant he didn't get an erection.

Once we were out and dried off I asked Sonny if he wanted me to braid his
hair and he shook his head. "Naw, this is cool, I kinda like it. It's a
nice change," so I took off the clip that was holding it up out of the way
and let it hang. We got dressed and piled into the jeep, with Snookie of
course, and headed over to the med school. I got a parking slot close to
the front door and ordered Snookie to stay in the jeep and we headed
inside.

Since it was a Saturday there was no administration or secretarial staff in
the building but there were always students and often a doctor or 2 who
were on the teaching staff or there in an advisory capacity. The guard at
the front desk knew me and waved me through the check point. I found
Dr. Henry, the weekend advisory doc and told him what was up. We headed to
another room where I cut the cast off while the doc asked Sonny some
questions. Once the cast was off we cleaned the arm up, the doc examined it
and after some poking and prodding that didn't seem to cause Sonny any pain
we headed down to the x-ray lab.

While the film was being developed the doc looked at the cuts on Sonny's
other hand and when asked how it happened all that the boy said was
"glass". Doc Henry looked at me with an arched eyebrow but didn't say
anything. He said I'd done a good job attending to it and had no other
recommendations other than to keep it clean and change the bandages every
day, adding that the hand could probably go without bandages at all within
24 hours. 20 minutes later the doc looked at the x-rays and declared the
break healed and an hour after we walked in the front door of the building
we were walking back out. Sonny was checking his arm out, flexing his hand
and forearm.

"It seems skinnier than my right arm Dakota." I explained that it likely
was but that things would return to normal in a couple of months or so. I
went on to say that my weight set at the house would be one way to start
working on the muscle right away.

"I'm not gonna be here that long Dakota," he said before we got to the jeep
where Snookie was wagging his tail in anticipation of being reunited with
his humans.

"That's true Sonny but..." I stopped for a moment and so did he.

"But what?" He asked in a tone of voice that was almost challenging.

"What I was going to say was do you know where your mom is at, or was at? I
assume that she's on a reservation but which one? Do you have any names of
people that she might be staying with?" Judging by the expression on his
face he had little to no information on that topic but he did have the
supreme confidence of youth on his side.

"I think she's around Bellingham somewhere and I remember the name of a
couple of cousins but I'll walk and keep looking til I find her." His
statement had a tone of finality to it.

"Okay that's a start. How about this though. How about if you go up on
Monday because tribal offices will be open. That would be the place to
start and I have a couple of other ideas that might be helpful." Sonny
stood there with his arms crossed at his chest, his entire posture
screaming defiance. Clearly he didn't want to be delayed, wouldn't be
delayed.

"Look Sonny. You can't just go around knocking on doors and asking people
if they know your mother. You're likely to draw the attention of police
which means getting picked up and questioned which means going to juvenile
detention and being treated like a runaway." I didn't get a chance to add
the next sentence because he piped up with,

"I can deal with it." The boy was pissed.

"I have no doubt that you can deal with it. Can you deal with being sent
back to your uncle because that's exactly what will happen?"

"I'm not going back to that mother fucker."

"That's your place of residence so you won't have any choice. The state
isn't going to let you go in order to traipse all over god's green earth
trying to find your mother who, by your own admission, you aren't even sure
she is in the area. If you're with me that won't happen."

"What do you mean, with you?"

"I'll drive you up to Bellingham. I'll do what I can to help you find your
mom." The boy softened visibly, his shoulders sagged, his arms slowly fell
to his sides, and his head slowly dropped forward. My heart broke for
him. We were standing right next to each other and he turned and went into
my arms, his head buried in my chest and started crying, his adolescent
confidence broken, at least temporarily. I held him tightly. Despite all of
his bravado Sonny was still a young boy and the reality of his situation
finally hit him.

"What am I gonna do Dakota? What if I can't find her; what if she's dead or
something?" I just held him. At the moment that is what he needed most. He
finally let go and backed away, using the back of his hands to wipe the
tears from his eyes and cheek.

"Well, let's cross that bridge when we come to it okay? If it's okay with
you we'll drive up to Bellingham early Monday morning and start there." He
nodded his head and got in the jeep and this time he was able to manage the
seat belt on his own albeit with a little difficulty.

"Why are you going to take me up there Dakota? I mean, thank you, but why?"
I explained it to him. One reason was because I could, I had the time. The
other was as I'd mentioned. It would be too easy for him to get picked up,
locked up, and sent back to the Standing Rock reservation. Another reason
was that as an adult I was more likely to be taken seriously and there was
little to no chance of being blown off or even questioned about my motives.

"Another reason is that I like you and I want to help."

"Would it have anything to do with the fact that I'm so goddamned cute?" he
said it with a grin and I said, maybe. It was nice to see his natural
disposition back.

"I was thinking about getting you some new clothes Sonny, the ones you're
wearing are getting a little ragged." Of course he said that wasn't
necessary and of course I agreed with him but added that I wanted to. What
I didn't tell him was that I could also easily afford it. My father had set
up trust funds for my sisters and I as well as a college fund. I had a fair
sized amount of money in the bank and few living expenses.

"How about used clothes then, except for underwear I mean. We can go to
Sally Ann's or Goodwill and see what they've got." Sonny agreed to that so
off we went. It took stopping at a couple of places, the U district has
quite a few actually, but we managed to find a couple pair of jeans, 4
t-shirts and a pair of low top walking boots that looked brand new. His
sneakers were pretty well beat up. A trip to Sears got a couple packages of
Jockey's and we were set, the entire shopping trip costing about a couple
of Franklin's. It was also lunch time so we ended up at Herfy's for burgers
and fries, including one for Snookie although I rarely fed him human food.

"Do you think we'll find her Dakota," Sonny asked after chewing on a
healthy bite of his hamburger.

"I honestly have no clue. How long has it been since you've seen her?" He
said that she'd left 4 years before and he hadn't heard from her for a
couple of years, the last time he'd talked to her she had called a few days
after his 11th birthday. That prompted me to ask when his birthday was and
he responded that it was in October so I figured he was about two thirds of
the way through his 13th year, which seemed to fit given his size and
development.

I thought about how I was going to go about helping the boy. This was in
1978 so an internet search was out of the question. I figured I'd find out
what tribal reservations were in the Bellingham area and go from there. I
mean, I had some thoughts they just weren't concrete.

"When will we go to Bellingham Dakota," Sonny asked, interrupting my
internal dialog. I thought we'd just covered that but repeated what I'd
said a moment before and he responded with, "Oh yeah, sorry." The lapse was
an indicator of the amount of stress the situation was causing for the
young teen.

We finished our burgers and fries and had an afternoon to kill so I drove
down to the waterfront where we walked around. Sonny had never been around
large expanses of water let alone salt water so it was pretty interesting
as well as exciting for the boy. We did Ye Olde Curiosity shop, which blew
him away, then hiked up the stairs to Pike Place Market which he also got a
huge kick out of.  Although it would be another 8-10 years before the fish
throwers made Pike Place Market world famous there was still plenty to
see. It was in one of the shops that I found a power ball for Sonny to
squeeze in order to start rebuilding the muscles in his hand and arm after
being in a cast for 2 months.

Back at the Jeep we headed for my house but didn't stay. After changing
into his newer clothes Sonny packed his stuff while I packed an overnight
bag. I decided to spend the night at the ranch. While we had a caretaker
that lived in a smaller 3 bedroom house on the property, my mother had been
gone for over a month and the main house had been closed up since she'd
left. I figured a little side trip could fix that and we'd head up north
from there. When I said, "Snookie, ranch," my dog got very animated and
turned in circles. Snooks loved being at the ranch where he could explore
and run to his heart's content.

I hopped on the 520, then north on 405, off onto 203 followed by a side
road and 40 minutes later went through the gate on our property and was
immediately greeted by my mother's 2 labs. I drove the curving gravel
driveway through some heavy forest for a couple of hundred yards then all
of a sudden we were out in the open, the house looming in front of us.

A log home, my parents had built it in 1961. The home that housed Dave, our
caretaker, had gotten too cramped for 4 kids, 2 of whom were teenage girls
with a third girl who was at the cusp of adolescence. Our log home had 6
bedrooms, 5 baths not counting the small one in the pool room, a massive 2
story great room and a large kitchen worthy of a chef. A partially covered
deck wrapped around 3 sides and, sitting on a hillside, the house offered a
panoramic view of the valley below, our fields and the river. I parked in
the covered carport and gave Snookie the release command and my boy was off
and running with Ginger and Fred the 2 dogs. I'd called Dave before leaving
so the furnace had been turned on and the house left unlocked.

Inside we deposited our bags in my bedroom, a large corner room on the
second floor at the front of the house, then I gave Sonny the tour. He was
pretty much amazed at the massive river rock fireplace that took up half of
the wall at one end of the great room and thrilled at the pool room at the
other end of the house.  On the deck we admired the view for a bit then
went back inside and pulled a couple of steaks out of the freezer. Frozen
in individual zip lock bags I put them in a pan of hot as can be water to
thaw.

"Wanna shoot some pool while we wait," I asked the boy and when he nodded
yes traipsed off into the game room. I stopped 10 minutes later to change
the water and another 10 minutes after that the steaks were thawed. I
pulled some frozen tater tots from the freezer and got them into the oven
then put the steaks on the gas grill that was part of countertop stove. 20
minute later we were eating.

After dinner we walked down to the barns and hopped on a Honda
ATC-forerunner of the later ATV's and rode down to the river and along the
top of the dike that along side it but 25 feet above the water line. Along
our property line the river makes a double S curve, so that it comes into
the top curve at the North eastern end of our property and as it rounds the
curve it pushes into the land on the other side, creating a width of a
football field between the 2 sides. The power of the winter and spring
flooding created a deep lee on our side, the inside of the next curve, and
in that hallow is an island. It's not very big; little more than the size
of a 3 bedroom home. During the high water it is impossible to get to
without a boat and even that can be treacherous. But during the summer you
can walk to it, traversing the slower moving and much shallower water using
larger boulders that had been placed there by people in the past or dragged
there by the flooding.

"Wow, an island," Sonny said in my ear, "is that your property Dakota?" I
nodded my head and of course he wanted to know if we could go out to
it. The dike dropped down to the level of the river at that point and
resumed another 500 hundred yard down where the curve of the river angled
back onto our property. While that point of land would be under some water
during flooding, it wasn't eroding and apparently the army corps of
engineers had deemed a dike unnecessary for that section. I parked the
vehicle and we walked up river to where we could cross.

The tiny island is almost wedge shaped and over the years debris at the
upper end piled up which helped force the water to go around it. As a
result there were plenty of Alder trees, Huckleberry bushes and other brush
that lived on it. It's mounded in the middle but as it comes to the other
end there is a somewhat deep dimple in the land about the size of a
bedroom. It is completely protected from view from the other side of the
river and can barely been seen from my side and that only from the point of
land where the ATC was parked. It's covered in grasses and moss and as a
teenager I spent many summer hours lying naked in the sun and frequently
jacking off out there, spewing young sperm onto the ground, or my
belly. More than a few times I wasn't alone either. As a young teen I'd had
occasion to play with boys out there and as a 17 year old I fucked a girl
or two out there. The seclusion of the place was not lost on Sonny and
proved to me the old adage that, while females need a reason to have sex,
males only need a place.

"Oh man Dakota what a great place to beat off in." When I laughed he asked
what was so funny so I told him briefly about my own escapades on the
little plot of land. "If I wasn't so full from dinner I'd like to do that,"
he observed.

"Who knows Sonny maybe you'll have an opportunity some time." We explored
around although there wasn't much to explore then headed back over the
rocks to the mainland and continued on. I stopped by the caretaker's house
to talk with Dave briefly, letting him know I was going to be gone for a
couple days, maybe longer, and the old guy simply nodded his head.

Back at the house it was getting on to eight o'clock and I asked Sonny what
he'd like to do and he shrugged his shoulders. I asked if he'd like to go
swimming and he said that would be cool but what about the bandages and
what about a swim suit.

"The bandages can come off Sonny and I can put them back on
afterwards. Allowing your hand out for air and water would be
beneficial. As for swim suits we don't need any."

"You mean swim naked?" I nodded my head, he gave it about 2 seconds thought
then said, "Okay."

I unwrapped the ace bandage and set it aside then took of the gauze and
tossed it in the trash. I had the boy flex his fingers and hand a little
bit and he reported that it was still sore but better than what it had been
even that morning. That done we headed to the pool room where I pulled a
couple of towels out of a cabinet and we stripped off our clothes. I also
pulled the top off the hot tub.

Watching Sonny move around was a very pleasant experience and judging from
the fact that he watched or stole glances at me I assumed it was for him as
well. He really was a very cute boy and a small boy which made him very
cuddly, something I loved in a boy. I watched him head for the diving
board, admiring his slender little butt, wondering what it would be like to
bury my face between those light brown globes and work his puckered muscle
over with my tongue.

On the diving board, Sonny's cock swayed as he walked although it was
already shrunk somewhat at the change in temperature from being nestled in
his underwear to the open coolness of the pool room. I watched as he
bounced and then soared out and tucked into a cannonball. He didn't make
much of splash. I was half way toward the diving board when he surfaced, a
grin on his face. Sonny started toward side of the pool and was out and
watching as I launched into a forward summersault off the 3 meter board
that allowed me to cut the water like a knife. Sonny was clapping when I
surfaced.

We went through a half dozen trips to the board then met on the side of the
pool so I could look at his hand. He said it seemed to be okay in that it
wasn't incredibly painful or anything. I admired the water beading off of
his smooth young body, the glistening diamonds adding a sleek shine to the
light brown skin. We finally trundled off to sit in the hot tub where I
turned on the jets, much to Sonny's amusement. He ran his hands through the
forced streams of water and bubbles, giggling as he experienced it for the
first time. He moved his body around in the hot water, having the water
jets blast against various parts of his body which caused me to wonder when
he was going to consider placing his more sensitive parts in front of one
of the jets. It didn't take long.

"What do you think it would feel like...?" Sonny started to ask then
stopped as if embarrassed by what he was going say.

"Only one way to find out," I said with a grin. I swear that the kid
started to blush. "Look Sonny, people try it because they're curious; go
ahead, try it." The boy turned around to face the jet and maneuvered
himself so that his groin was in front of one. Of course that allowed me to
stare and his slender, boyish butt, a sight I would never tire off. I found
all boys' butt delectable, kissable, and nibble worthy but a boy with a
slight brown tone such as Sonny's rated way up at the top of kissable
nibble worthy list. His slightly more dusky gluteal cleavage was opened
slightly, just barely hiding his secret treasure, and below that, below the
water line I could barely make out the shimmering image of his tender
balls, the sac at full hang in the hot water.

"Oohhh gosh Dakota," he practically moaned as the force of the jet hit his
sensitive areas. One hand plunged below the water to rough his stuff up, to
help stop the incredible tickling sensation for a moment, then came back
out to allow the process to start again.

"Man, that makes me get hard quick," he said, glancing over his shoulder in
my direction. I agreed with him which prompted him to say "so you've done
it." It wasn't a question as much as a statement but I answered anyhow. My
parents had installed it while I was in boot camp. It had been a relatively
new invention at the time and being a horny 18 year old when I was on my
first leave I had hung my stuff out to give it a shot. Sonny asked me if
I'd jacked off afterwards and I admitted that I had although I was smart
enough to go do it in the bathroom. As a teen I'd jacked off in the pool
and knew that cum turned into a congealed mass that didn't evaporate and I
didn't want one of my family members to "run into it" in the pool.

After a minute or so Sonny turned around, showing me how his young body had
reacted. On his knees on the bench his cock head poked up out of the water
like a little periscope, a fact that he observed audibly.

"Want to try something else," I asked him and he nodded his head. When I
told him to move himself around so that the jet would hit his butthole he
gave me a strange look but did it anyway. He had to stand with one foot on
the bench and the other on the floor of the Jacuzzi in order to make the
connection, his cock bobbing at the waterline until he bent over. The
expression on his face said it all when the jet hit its mark because the
boy's eyes all but rolled to the back of his cute little head.

"Oh my god," Sonny moaned then smiled and giggled. I assumed the jet got
focused on the sensitive underside of his sac. Sonny moved his butt
slightly as he reached behind with one hand to open a cheek hoping for even
more pleasure and apparently found it because he moaned out loud. My own
cock was rapidly on its rise to glory knowing what the boy was going
through but also knowing that he was going to want to do something about it
and that would most assuredly be an interactive experience.

He finally moved away from the jet and before he turned gave me a face on
shot of his cock, the rigid flesh standing like a pillar in front of his
taut belly. He maneuvered his way in front of the jet again, getting his
rock hard young cock up close to the burbling flow and again I admired his
slender little ass. I also put my hand between my legs and roughly squeezed
my own fully tumescent flesh a few times before stroking it.

Sonny finally tired of that and turned to face me, the expression on his
face informing me that he was up in a fog of hotness. "You want to do
something about that," I asked him and he nodded his head. I motioned him
to come forward and he did, his hand still wrapped around his turgid
flesh. I slid forward on the bench to meet and greet him, reached out to
take over the hold on his boyhood pride and joy which he readily allowed. I
stroked it a few times, covering and uncovering the swollen head before
leaning forward and taking it into my mouth.

Needless to say it tasted of chlorine, not that the taste stopped me from
pushing my head forward until I had the entire thing in my mouth.  I heard
Sonny sigh above me then felt his fingers at the sides of my head. I
wrapped an arm around him, feeling the globes of his butt as I did it,
while the other hand roughly played with his dripping balls. I encouraged
him to fuck my mouth and between his movements and mine we accomplished
that act.

It didn't last long and I gently pushed him away and stood up, my own rock
hard cock standing at attention in front of me. It wouldn't do but Sonny
had to return the favor. He took hold of me then turned me sideways to him
so that he could place one knee on the bench for support then leaned over
and put his mouth over the end of my dick. He honored me for a minute or
so, taking about half of me into the warmth of his mouth before backing off
and going at it again. Looking down at his smooth young face, seeing the
luxurious lashes resting against the edge of his orbital bone, his lips
wrapped around my flesh all conspired to create a wonderful explosion of
butterflies in my belly.

Again, it didn't last long, and he stood up. I wasted no time in planting
my lips against his and engaging the boy in a mouth open tongue pressing
kiss while each of us groped at the other's cock. I finally broke the kiss,
took his hand and stepped up out of the hot tub and down the wide cedar
steps that led to the pool floor.

"Want to try something new? I asked him and he nodded his head. I placed a
folded towel on the second step down and told him to kneel on it and rest
his forearms on edge of the tub. As he did it he asked,

"You're not gonna fuck me or stick something in me are you Dakota?" There
was some concern in his slightly high pitched voice. I told him I would
never do that unless he asked me to but that I was going to use that
portion of his body. I put another towel on the bottom step then knelt on
it and admired the view before me. I love the view of a boy from behind
like that, his balls at full hang in the air between his dusky thighs, the
wrinkled muscle of his core and the seam of his perineum connecting the
two. Sonny was as beautiful from that position as any other I'd seen him
in, the hairless pucker and smooth sperm hangers vying for my attention. I
peeled his cheeks open a little further and went to town.

"Aaahhhh," Sonny moaned as I worked my way from his hole down onto the
sensitive underside of his tender young balls. The boy pushed his ass back
into me in an effort to open himself up more than he already was. I could
tell by the movement of his sac that he was jacking off and wondered if he
was going to cum while I paid homage to him.

I moved back up along his perineum to his hole and forced my tongue against
his flesh, pushing the tip into the tiny center as if trying to open it
up. "Oh fuck Dakota I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuum." I felt his muscle
constrict as the first spasm of orgasm went through his lower body. I
continue to lick and push through 4 more such spasms while the boy
continued to utter moans or grunts as delirious pleasure rippled through
his adolescent body.

I finally sensed his body relaxing and removed my face from his ass. I
looked between his legs and saw the sperm globs on the cedar front of the
steps, the white goo beginning to run slightly. I reached through and
scooped as much of it as I could then turned to sit, smearing his boy honey
on my own swollen cock head and began to maul the ultra sensitive flesh. I
pressed my free hand against my pubic bone which pulled the skin on my dick
tighter, which in turn enhanced the feelings. Sonny turned around to watch
me and placed a hand on my chest and rubbed gently as if his touch would
help things along which, in actuality, it did.

"Oh fuck," I grunted then took my hand off the head, released the pressure
at the bottom and stroked myself. The first squirt shot up onto my upper
belly and that one was followed by 3 more good squirts before the air bound
squirts stopped. That didn't stop the gooey liquid from flowing freely from
my cock head to drip off and turn my belly button into a cum puddle. I
finally slowed down to an occasional stroke, more to milk the rest of my
sperm from the tube as anything else then simply let my hand rest on my
thigh while I got my breathing under control.

"Wow," Sonny said then repeated himself. We were quiet for a moment then I
got up and wandered over to the dressing room slash bathroom and cleaned my
torso. I returned to where Sonny continued to sit on the steps of the hot
tub platform idly playing with his balls.

"That was really fucking intense Dakota. I never in the world thought my
butthole could feel so damned good." I agreed with him, told him I'd felt
the same way when I was his age and another boy had done the same to
me. Sonny yawned then commented that cumming made him sleepy and again, I
agreed with him and since it was closing in on 9 o'clock I asked if he
wanted to head up to bed, which he nodded his to while trying to stifle
another yawn. I suggested a quick shower to clean off the chlorine and
afterwards set the alarm, turned out the lights and headed up stairs to bed
but before climbing in asked Sonny if he wanted to put the bandages back on
his hand. He shook his head.

"No, it seems to be okay Dakota, at least for now." I nodded my head and we
climbed in, the boy snuggling up to me immediately. We lay quietly and
before I knew it his breathing leveled out and the boy was fast asleep. It
took me a little longer. I was playing out the future in my head. How far
was I willing to go in order to help Sonny find his mother and more
importantly, what if we didn't find her.

The following morning, after a 5 mile run, I was sitting in the kitchen
drinking coffee when I remembered another med student from some of my
classes. If memory served correctly she was a native and was from one of
the tribes up north. I didn't know her, couldn't remember her name, but I
knew someone who did know her fairly well. I had a list of students in my
year and went into the den to look at it, found Denny Stevens' phone
number. Seven a.m. was a little early to call on a Sunday but I knew Denny
well enough to know that he would be up. When he answered, we shot the shit
for a half minute then I asked him about the native girl.

"You mean Sadie, yeah, she's sitting right here, what's up?" That took me
by surprise but I let it go and went on to tell him what I needed. He said
hang on and a second or ten later the girl was on the phone. We talked for
a few minutes and when we were done she put Denny back on the phone. We
chatted for a few more minutes then hung up. The short version of the story
was that Sadie's auntie was head of the enrollment and benefits office of
her tribe in Bellingham. In turn she knew every other person in that
position in other tribes within 50 miles and had contact numbers for all
the rest. She also had contacts in the Portland area IHS office which was
the center of information for a 4 state area. Things were definitely
looking up.

They looked up even better when wonder boy showed up in my kitchen about 10
minutes later wearing only Jockey's, his hair out of the ties and in full
hang, reaching to a point halfway between his nipples and his belly
button. I admired his body all over again. I loved Sonny's coloring, I
loved the slender look of him, his flat and taut belly, smooth cute face
dominated by huge eyes. Everything from the top of his chest to his outtie
belly button was cleaved down the middle by the separation of pectoral and
then the abdominal muscles, all 6 of the latter separated from each other
by faint lines. The abs were separated from the external oblique muscles,
those along our sides, as well and combined with the abs created a crease
that ran along side his belly button before moving inward and along side
the iliacus muscles. Those, along with creases between pelvic bone and hips
created the Double V that culminated in all that made him a boy which was
evidenced by the bulge in the white cotton underwear fresh from the
package. Sonny was a perfect specimen of boyhood verging on young manhood
and as he walked toward me he was completely oblivious to that notion.

"Morning sunshine," I said to him when he was half away across the kitchen
heading toward the breakfast nook where I was sitting with a mug of coffee
and a 2 year old Rand McNally road atlas turned to Washington State. He
came right up and huggled into me and I slipped an arm around his waist to
help encourage that. His young body was warm and inviting and I felt like I
wanted to be stretched out in front of him, both of us naked, our bodies
warming each other. He said good morning then leaned down and kissed me
lightly on the lips.

"Help yourself to coffee," said and he broke away from me and headed toward
the coffee maker and the mugs that hung from the bottom of the cupboard
along side it. I admired the back of him as he moved away from, focusing on
the bubbled orbs of his butt. The kid definitely had a dynamite little
ass. Although I drank my coffee black I'd put out cream and sugar for him
and after preparing a mug he came back over and sat across from me and
asked what I was doing, so I told him and in doing so also told him of my
early morning phone call and what I had produced.

Sonny gave me a strange look then quickly left his seat, came around the
table and threw his arms around my shoulders and hugged me fiercely. "Oh
man Dakota, I would never have thought of any of that stuff. I'm so glad
I've got you to help me." He eventually let go and went back to his seat
and seemed preoccupied with his cup of coffee. I did get a glimpse of his
face and his eyes looked a little red so I focused on the road atlas.

"I was thinking about leaving by noon in order to get up to Bellingham and
locate some of the places we'll need to go to tomorrow. If we end up having
to go to Portland I'd like as early a start as possible." Sonny's head
snapped up at that.

"You're willing to take me to Portland." He asked, incredulity evident in
his voice.

"Yeah, why? Is that a problem?" He shook his head. He said he was just
surprised that I was willing to go that far being as how it was hundreds of
miles away. Technically that was true but it wasn't as far as he might
think; especially if I could arrange to fly which was a distinct
possibility.

"I'm thinking too Sonny that it might be helpful if you could write down
anything at all that you can remember such as names of people, places,
relatives, anything you can remember that your mom talked about that might
provide clues or information. Can you do that?" He nodded his head and got
up to get more coffee while I went into the den and grabbed some paper and
a pencil.

While Sonny did his thing I did mine, which was to make breakfast. I'd
already pulled bacon out of the freezer along with 4 slices of bread and
some eggs and cheese from the fridge. I'd done some shopping before I left
for Flathead in anticipation of being out here so I was in like
Flynn. About 12 minutes later I was setting a couple of plates on the
table. I looked at the list that Sonny had made while we both dug into
breakfast.

The list was larger than I expected and Sonny had listed names separate
from places. Behind peoples names he'd put either friend or relative or a
question mark and there quite a few relatives. I figured that this would
help immensely although that didn't mean I was getting my hopes up any more
than they had been. I knew enough about the migratory habits of some Native
people. With connections sometimes on a half dozen reservations, it was
relatively easy to move around in anywhere from 2-5 states and that didn't
include Canada which in itself produced even more issues, and potentially
complicated ones at that.

Sonny ate breakfast in silence and when he was done thanked me in a subdued
voice then said he was going to the bathroom and asked if he could take a
shower. It was clear to me that he didn't particularly want company so I
cleaned up the kitchen and had another cup of coffee, killing time before I
went up stairs to complete my morning ablutions.

In my room I got undressed and was sitting on my dressing bench when Sonny
came out of the bathroom. He was still naked, his cock and balls, at full
hang from his shower, swayed slightly was he walked. I felt the butterflies
in my belly wake up but as Sonny looked up and noticed me it made the
butterflies go away because the expression on his face was not one of
happiness and joy.

Sonny was just finishing gathering his hair into a pony tail and looked
toward me. "Are you okay Son," I asked him. He looked at me for a moment
then sort of quick walked to where I was sitting and melted into my arms,
his arms thrown around my neck. He pressed into me and I felt his body
shudder with a sob. I held him tightly, reveling in the feel of our naked
torso's pressed together, full aware of the base of his cock pressed
against my belly. Gone was the cocky confidence of youth and present was
the overwhelming doubt that adolescents experience from time to time.

"What if I can't find her Dakota, what will happen to me?" I could feel his
tears dropping onto my shoulder blade. My arms had gone around his upper
back and I loosened them a little and rubbed on him, feeling the growing
muscle of a youth, allowing one hand to roam downward to the small of his
back before moving upward. Much as I wanted to let it roam down onto his
hot little butt I didn't, for obvious reasons. Sonny repeated his question
indicating that he wanted; needed an answer of some kind.

"I don't know Sonny. I'm trying to believe that we'll find her so that
won't be an issue." That was a partial lie. I didn't want to voice the
truth which was I had no fucking idea. Sonny didn't need the insecurity
that answer would provide. He continued to hold me tight, continued to cry
and I continued to hold him right back. Somewhere in that process I felt
something familiar but didn't say anything nor did I let go of the boy as
letting go needed to be initiated by him. He finally did however and as he
put his hands to smooth brown face to clear the tears from his eyes I
looked down and saw that he appeared about half way hard and growing. Even
though his emotional being was at a low, some part of him registered the
closeness of our naked bodies and the warmth that emanated from that
touch. I'm sure that my hands moving on his back probably had some affect
as well.

"I'm just so worried and scared Dakota," he said just before taking his
hands from his eyes. His brain must have registered the body changes
because he looked down as well and by then his cock head pushing at the
waistband of briefs.

"Apparently I'm not that scared. Why did it do that Dakota?" A great many
males have asked that question.

"I was thinking more about you being scared stiff Sonny," to which he
laughed, "but in answer to your question I don't know. Probably the warmth
and closeness of our unclothed flesh and memories of what we've done," I
said. "Maybe even a response to fear and your primal need to keep on
living. I really don't know but, there it is."

"I kinda feel like doing something with it," he said. So did I but I had a
pressing need in the bathroom and told him so, and I needed to shower
afterwards so he could take care of his hard on or wait until I finished my
business. I stood up and he melted into my arms again and mumbled a thank
you against my chest then let go.

"My gosh your so hard, your muscles I mean," he told me, one hand at his
crotch, fondling and squeezing.

"The Seals are a tough program," I said in response and headed toward the
bathroom.

"Muscley butt too," he said as I walked away from him but glanced over my
shoulder to shoot him a smile. I was proud of my body. I'd been gifted with
pretty genetics and the Navy Seals improved on it greatly. I wasn't Arnold
or Lou by any means but in a pair of short and with or without a t-shirt I
turned a lot of heads.

Over the next 8 minutes I considered what had happened, what he'd said and
how he said it. I wondered ever so briefly if he might have
manic-depressive tendencies, what we now call bi-polar, because of the
rapid shift in mood. Either way, I thought as I rinsed myself, I hoped I'd
find him hard and willing when I returned to the bedroom.

When I walked out of the bathroom that's exactly where Sonny was, lying on
my bed on his belly with his arms wrapped around a pillow. He was looking
in the opposite direction which gave me a private moment to take in his
form. His black hair was splayed out, some on the bed and some half way
down his back. His butt rose up out from the small of his back in beautiful
mounds of white fabric which made me wonder why he'd put underwear back
on. He sensed or heard me approach and turned his head, giving it a sharp
flick to toss his hair back to the other side. I dropped my towel on a side
chair and kept moving toward the bed, Sonny's eyes roaming over my body but
concentrating on that which made me man.

"I love your body Dakota. Seriously, it's so hot looking." I thanked him
and told him I admired his as well. Sonny responded that he was too skinny
and I responded to that saying that he was perfect. Nothing could improve
on what I was looking at. I snickered a little then added,

"Unless you were naked." He didn't move but said,

"Well you'll have to get me naked." I sat on the bed and put my hand on his
back and rubbed it, moving slowly down to his cotton clad butt. I put my
hand on the globes and gently rubbed and kneaded his flesh.

"You have the most delicious butt in the world Sonny," I whispered. I
leaned down and pulled the waistband down to expose a fair amount of cheeks
and crack then leaned farther and kissed one side. I kissed not once but
two or three times then gently nipped at it with my teeth. "Yeah, it's
pretty delicious," I said as I sat back up. Sonny started to move, slowly,
as if not to disturb my touch and rolled onto his back again flicking his
hair so that it splayed out on the pillow. I looked at his crotch, saw his
cock straining at the fabric that held it captive, admired the tube that
ran the full length from slight bulge of his balls up to the waistband
where the outline of his tip and a small wet spot indicated his arousal. I
slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, lifted it and pulled
it downward to clear his cock head. I moved my fingers toward the sides the
slowly tugged the garment down, Sonny lifting his little butt off the bed
in order to help and settling back down immediately afterwards. His swollen
cock head appeared as I continued to remove the clothing and then it was
clear. Sonny raised his knees so I could get his underwear past that point
and I all but stared at his crotch as I took them all the way off. Sonny
moved his legs apart as soon as the clothing was gone so then his tender
smooth balls were at full hang, and hang nicely they did.

I put my hand on his belly and rubbed, then moved upward to rub his chest a
moment before sliding sideways and adding a small brown nipple to my
attentions. Sonny moaned softly as the new feelings radiated out from the
small nubbin of flesh, his eyes closing as if to savor it. I smiled to
myself then leaned over and placed my mouth over the stiffened nipple and
suckled it causing the boy to arch his shoulders, put his hand on my head
and moan much louder.

As I paid homage to Sonny's nipple my free hand moved down his side,
rippling across his ribs and onto his hip. I let it move south along his
thigh then moved inland and up the inside. Sonny moved the leg outward in
response which would allow me complete access to his boyhood charms. My
hand moved upward as I sucked and at the last minute veered away and went
upward, my fingertips barely grazing his balls. I kept my hand moving to
the top of his rib cage before heading back down and repeating the trip.

I felt Sonny's hand touch my thigh then move up onto it and slowly move
toward my crotch. I moved my body slightly and moved one leg in order to
give the boy access to whatever he wanted. As fingers touched my balls then
moved forward enough to curve underneath my sac and hold them, my hand came
up between his legs and cupped his soft warm nuts. Sonny inhaled sharply
and his hand stopped all movement for a moment while he simply took in the
feelings. I cupped his balls, hefted the orbs and squeezed gently on them
then let my hand go flat. I still had them as I moved my hand upward,
dragging them with me and pressing the sac against him. My palm registered
the root of his cock, the pressure of pressing against him forcing the eggs
to go separate directions and as I continued to move my hand then slowly
fell back down until they were back at full hang again and my hand rested
against his raging hard on.

I continued to suck at his nipple as my finger wrapped around his stiff
flesh and stroked him a couple of time, sliding the foreskin back and forth
over his swollen sensitive cock head. Sonny's hand as moved as well and was
doing the same thing to me, squeezing and stroking at my flesh.

"Can you move Dakota so I can put your cock in my mouth," he said, his
voice deepened by lust. I saw no problem with that and as I moved so did
Sonny, moving back on the bed and sliding further down on it to give me
room. In less time that it takes to tell, I was face to face with all that
made him boy; the weight of his hard cock causing it to sort of hang in the
air, his balls spilling down onto his thigh. I simply looked at him for a
moment while at the other end Sonny took hold of my dick and put his mouth
over the head and began to nurse. The feeling compelled me to do the same
to him so I threw and arm over his hip, caught his cock head with my mouth
and began the process.

As a young teen, Sonny wasn't yet experienced enough to do multi tasking
when it came to sex. I mean, he could, but most boys get caught up in the
feelings and the intensity of just one thing whereas older guys can have a
couple things going on at one time. That being said, Sonny concentrated on
sucking my cock, moving his head back and forth and taking as much of me
into his mouth as possible. I had both hands free and although my bottom
hand was a little cramped I could still massage his balls while I sucked
his hard young cock and my other hand kneaded his butt.

I had placed one foot flat on the bed in order to open myself to him and
Sonny finally did the same thing. The hand that I used to play with his
balls gently let them go and moved between his dusky thighs, my fingers
following the seam of his perineum back toward his hole. The hand that was
playing with his ass stopped and pulled the cheek open to allow its cohort
in crime access to the boys' core, which it found in short order. I trailed
a finger back and forth across the wrinkled muscle, the nerve endings in my
fingertip registering every bump and valley as well as the tight little
opening that the muscle could dilate from.

Sonny stopped sucking my cock for a moment then went back to it with a
vengeance while his waist began to move every so slowly, fucking his virgin
cock into my mouth as well as pushing his hole against my probing finger
tip. He finally let got of me.

"Dakota," he said in a very husky voice. When I answered he said, "Can you
put your finger in me?"

"Yeah but we have to stop a sec." He did and I did then I quickly sat up
and reached for the drawer in the nightstand next to my bed. I retrieved a
bottle of lube then got up and got the bath towel from where I'd left it on
the chair then returned to the bed.

"Do you want to go back to what we were doing or want to do something
else," I asked him. Sonny shrugged his shoulders.

"We can try something else too if you want to," he replied. I knew that the
intensity of his feelings, the acute desire to have something put into his
asshole, was waning rapidly. I grabbed a couple of pillows and pulled them
to the middle of the bed then propped my head on them.

"Straddle my face Sonny, on your hands and knees." He did as I'd asked and
I took his cock back into my mouth and began sucking him again. He got
quickly back into the rhythm of what we'd been doing and began to slowly
and gently fuck my mouth. I let my hands play with his balls as well as his
ass for a moment, wanting to get the higher rate of lust back for him
before I managed to pop the top on the bottle of lube and get my middle
finger slathered up. That done I reached between his legs, used the other
hand to pull a cheek back open, and allowed the lubed finger to locate its
target. I rubbed the slippery digit around the muscle and slightly onto the
hole itself. I could tell that Sonny was rolling up into a fog of hotness
again then slipped the finger inside of him.

"Aagghhhh," the boy moaned as his body was penetrated for first time, the
first of many I hoped. I proceeded to finger fuck the hot young teen in
tandem with sucking his cock and kneading his ass. I could feel his body
shiver from time to time as the feelings that were ripping through his body
peaked and ebbed. I could feel my finger move over the small protrusion of
his prostate gland. I didn't focus on it at first, wanting to just get him
used to being fucked. Then I clamped my hand on the rounded mount of his
butt and pulled the cheek wide open and thus enhanced the feelings he was
experiencing. At one point Sonny reached around his other side and did the
same on the other side and seemed to lower his waist a little and push
backwards against my finger.

The boy was moaning and "oh God-ing" as I picked up speed and I knew that
it wasn't going to be long before his tender young balls gave up their
treasure; the sticky nectar of young boy sperm. I began hitting his
prostate more frequently and at the same time shoving my head forward and
taking every inch of Sonny's adolescent cock into my mouth until his balls
rested against my chin. Each time I did it I got a sharp inhalation from
Sonny. His breathing picked up so I focused on the little bump and began
massaging it, moving the pad of my finger back and forth across it or
moving it in circles. Then the bump began to harden and Sonny screamed like
a little girl.

I felt his sperm blast against the back of my throat as he pushed his hips
forward in an attempt to fuck my mouth as deep as he could. I didn't try to
stop him. I was a fairly talented cock sucker and coupled with parts of my
Seal training, I was more than capable of breathing through my nose as well
as not being choked by the boys' cock. I felt at least 3 globs of cum enter
my throat and of course I swallowed each one immediately. As soon as
Sonny's orgasm slowed I let go of his ass and reached down and began
jacking off. Honestly, I managed to cum in almost record time, the whole
scene of what I was doing working to put me into a fog of hotness as well
as readiness to cum. I moaned around Sonny's cock as I came and felt a bit
of wetness on the back of the hand that continued to work his asshole. It
created a fairly intense sperming for me as well.

Things finally slowed down, Sonny stopped fucking my face and actually
pulled his sensitive cock head out of my mouth. I allowed him to move his
waist backwards enough to free up his still raging cock but kept the finger
inserted in his ass. I'd been there often enough to know just because he
came it didn't mean that the finger had to come right out, that the
afterglow feelings were enhanced by having whatever was in your ass when
you came, stay there just a little longer. I did however take it out albeit
slowly and when it did come out Sonny moaned softly above me, lamenting the
loss. He rolled to his side then immediately rolled into my arms, kissed me
hard then snuggled his head into my shoulder. I knew that what he wanted
and needed was to be held, loved and cuddled in the afterglow of a
fuck. I'd been there too.

After I'd been fucked my first time I too had snuggled into the arms of the
boy who'd taken my cherry. Fortunately he was mature enough to know that
was what I needed. The warmth of his body, the smells of him and his arms
holding me produced an intense euphoria that was the perfect counterpart to
the orgasm I'd experienced not much more than 5 minutes before.

So there I lay, a cuddly young teenage boy snuggled up to me as close as
one can get, feeling the same sense of comfort and peace that he
did. Meanwhile a copious about of cum was cooling on my torso but hey, as a
Seal, I'd experienced a whole lot more discomfort than that.

"That was incredible Dakota," Sonny finally mumbled. His voice was soft and
sounded sleepy and I smiled to myself.

"I'm glad you thought so sweet boy," I responded, moving my head enough to
kiss his cheek which only caused him to snuggle in closer and offer an
mmmm.  I moved enough to grab the bath towel, clean the cum from my body
then snuggle up against him again. I could have lay there all day. But I
didn't of course, mostly because it was later evening and moving into
night. I kissed Sonny's forehead again then moved away from him.

"Let's get under the covers baby boy," I said softly. He rolled off the
other side of the bed and together we pulled the covers down and climbed in
and he snuggled back up to me, rose up and kissed me on the lips then
snuggled back down. I could feel his soft, gentle breath on my chest.

"Your heartbeat is so relaxing Dakota," he mumbled. I told him I was glad
he thought so. After a moment he said, "Am I really your baby boy?"

"I'd like to think so," I replied for I was rapidly falling for the
kid. Maybe not love per se but certainly a whole lotta like.

"I'm glad."