Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 14:01:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Little Indian Boy VI I stood ten feet away, arms crossed, in the light drizzle and watched Sonny. He was on his knees in the wet grass in front of the simple concrete headstone that bore his mother's name along with the dates of her birth and her death. The boy was crying softly, much softer than what I had imagined he would if things came to this. But then, he'd been through so much already, perhaps he was cried out or not overly surprised at what we'd found. We had left the rest stop and before we made it to Mount Vernon the decision had been made to go to Oregon. It was a long drive, 250 miles give or take, and after stops to eat piss and let Snookie run a little bit we hit the outskirts of the city about 5pm. It was too late to accomplish much of anything so I stopped and got us a motel room. The desk guy wasn't real keen on Snookie but I gave him a 50 dollar bill with the idea that he'd give it back in morning after checking the room and finding it undamaged. We didn't unpack because we had no idea if we'd be there longer than 1 day but after putting our bags in the room we took Snookie out for run in a small open area next to the motel. While he'd gotten a good run and exercise at the ranch it had been on his own without me. I missed having close interaction with the big dog over the past few days and I pretty much knew that Snookie did too; Hovies thrive on it. I had a hunk of thick knotted rope in the jeep that I took out and tossed, Snookie retrieving it for me to toss again. He like to have me take one end of it then have a tug of war with me, growling in play as we fought for control of the rope. Of course when I commanded him to drop it, the big guy did it immediately. I let Sonny play tug of war with him also but the boy barely outweighed Snookie by 30 pounds so the dog pretty much pulled Sonny around. Too, the palm of his stitched hand was still a little tender so Snookie had the definite advantage. After a good 30 minutes we headed back to the motel where I asked the desk guy for a decent place to eat. He directed me to a steak house that wasn't far away and he had been right, it was great. Back at the motel we watched for about an hour with little to no conversation. About 8:30 I told Sonny what that I was going to take a shower and as I started to get undressed he asked if he could take one with me. "Of course you can Sonny you're always welcome to join me. I'll give you a shoulder massage if you'd like." "I think I'd like that Dakota," he responded with a somewhat sad grin. He tugged his shirt off and began working on his jeans as I was shoving mine down along with my briefs. I watched as he did the same, freeing up his boyhood charms. I thought for a moment that I could watch that kid dress and undress for hours, just admiring his sleek brown body. As he stood to face me I smiled at him. "What," he asked. "Oh nothing, just admiring you," I told him. He got an embarrassed expression on his smooth face and waved me away but I could tell that he was pleased at the comment. I turned and headed to the bathroom, got the water where I wanted it and climbed in, Sonny right behind me. We took turns getting wet down and as Sonny stood with his head reared back getting his hair wet I let my gaze run up and down his young body. I loved boys his age and stature. He was flat in all the right places, curved in all the right places and had indents or creases in all the rest of the places. The boy was just about perfect. The water sluiced down over his chest and his flat belly and into his groin causing his brown skin to glisten and his small patch of black moss to flatten against his pubic bone. His cock was already starting to stretch out in response to the heat of the water. I wanted to run my hands all over his smooth body; feel the texture of his soft skin and watch him respond to the gentle ministrations. I'd already peeled the paper off the motel soap bar so was soaping my chest and arm pits when he finished wetting himself. We switched places, our bodies brushing against each other in the confined space, Sonny's cock rubbing gently against my hip as he passed. He turned to face me and his eyes lowered to look at my groin for just a second before coming back upward. I had run the soap around in my hands, lathering them up pretty good then handed him the bar. I put my hands on his shoulders and began rubbing, my fingers digging into the area just under his collarbone. Sonny's eyes closed as the feelings of human touch spread out through his body. "Let me turn around Dakota," he said and did exactly that. I began the ritual, kneading his flesh and muscle from the center of his shoulders, out to the edges then back in toward his neck. When I moved back outward I went down over the curve and onto his outer shoulders and biceps, squeezing and kneading. Sonny offered up the typical sounds of bliss as he let his shoulders relax into the movements. I ran out of soap so ran my hands under his arms then put them palm up and wiggled my fingers. Sonny knew what I wanted and put the soap in one of my hands. I went through the motions of soaping them and hand him back the soap then proceeded to rub on his chest, soapy fingers running back and forth across his little brownish pink nipples. The boy moaned and leaned back into me, resting his body against mine. Needless to say his little butt was pressed against my dick and the soft hairs touched against him. "You're hairs are ticklish Dakota," he said but made no effort to move away. I continued to rub down onto his flat belly, working my fingers back and forth across his outtie belly button. My hands continued to slowly move south onto the top of his pubic bone then separated and went onto the tops of his thighs then went back up and turned palm up. We went through the soaping motion again and this time when my hands returned to his body the fingers slipped down between his balls and his thighs. I turned inward and hooked my thumbs at the base of his cock then caught his smooth balls with both sets of fingers pulling the entire works into the air. One hand continued to fondle his eggs while the other encircled his cock which had gone to half mast. I gently squeezed his half tumescent flesh and began stroking it, bringing it to full on young boy hard in record time. "God Dakota that feels good. You make me feel so good," he said in a hoarse whisper. Sonny's hands went backwards to rub at my hips and onto my butt as I continue to manipulate the boys genitals. His balls squished around in my soapy hand while the other hand slid his foreskin back and forth over his now swollen and sensitive cock head. I let go of him and put my palms out for the soap, got them sudsy again then handed it back to him. Again, one hand went to work in his nuts but the other hands went between us and between his butt cheeks to wash his puckered little butthole. The fingers worked back and forth between his balls and his hole thoroughly cleaning the playground; and a playground it was because I full intended to rim the boy. He had loved it the first time and I doubted that he would refuse me a second trip to his most secret spot. I worked at getting a finger inside of him and since there was still a great deal of soap there managed the task quite handily. "Oohhh," Sonny moaned as I penetrated him and slipped my digit all the way inside of him. I leaned down and kissed his neck, working my lips into the soft crook where it was the most sensitive. Both hands continued to do their work; stroking, fondling, and fucking. "Fuck Dakota you're gonna make me cum," he whispered, his voice husky from lust. I slipped my finger out of him then turned him around to face the shower spray and began rinsing the soap from his body. I gently scooped water up under his balls then over the soft sperm makers, pulled his foreskin back and scooped water all over under the head as well as on top of hit. When I felt he was clean enough I turned him around to face me, both hard cocks causing him to push his ass out a little bit to get by then melted into my arms. "Gosh you're so strong Dakota," the boy said quietly, his body pressed against mine, our cocks side by side between our bellies. I reached down and cupped the cheeks of his delicious, slender butt and pulled them open using my fingers to guide some of the water inside to get the soap of his puckered hole. "Remember the first time you licked me there Dakota," he asked, his face against my chest. I mumbled an affirmative. "You said you wouldn't ever fuck me unless I asked you too." My ears perked up and I swear I didn't even breathe waiting for what I hoped was coming next. "Yeah," I said, trying not to add any inflection. "I think I might wanna try that. Not tonight," he added quickly, "but sometime. It felt really good with your finger in there. I know you're dick is way bigger but still," he said, letting the sentence trail off. I let my hands trail up and down his back a little bit, reveling the feeling of having a wet young boy in my arms, then gently turned him around. "When the time is right Sonny, we'll go there together and I'll do my best to make it the very best experience you could have." I was looking down into his huge dark eyes so lowered my head and kissed him 3 or 4 times, little kisses. "I know you will Dakota. Do you want me to wash you now?" I nodded my head and the boy went about the process. He did his best at massaging my shoulders and when he got to my stuff he worked it over firmly but with loving care. He used both hands, one to stroke and the other to fondle my nuts before holding my foreskin back and gently soaping the swollen head then turning me around to get the soap rinsed. He didn't shy away from my hole either and even went so far as to slip a finger inside me. I'm generally a top but don't mind catching from time to time, especially from a cute boy and Sonny was all of that. We finished the shower, dried off and hit the king sized bed and lay there cuddling and kissing. It started out with soft little kisses, progressed into firmer and longer ones then segued into mouth wide open passionate tongue battling kisses. We both heated up pretty quickly and soft moans along with deep breathing through the nose was the only sound heard in the small dimly lit room. Sonny surprised me by becoming a little more dominant and rolled me onto my back, taking the lead and the upper position. I held him lightly, one hand on his upper back and the other able to move up and down, which I did, rubbing his delicious little butt. The boy moved one leg up, resting the knee against my balls, which opened him up so that my fingers could trail up and down in his dusky crack. I let my fingers trail back and forth lightly across his puckered muscle and down onto the underside of his smooth balls. I knew how that felt to him and it seemed to spur on his passion. The moving of his leg also brought his hard cock against my thigh and as I rubbed his butt and his nuts he began to gently hump against me, smearing my warm flesh with his precum. As I was thinking about moving him so I could get at his stone hard young cock he moved his hand down over my side. As he got to my other hip he moved his leg enough to get at my balls and began to heft and cup the heavy sperm makers, moving his fingers around and sort of juggling the eggs inside the soft sac. Like most guys my balls were pretty sensitive, especially since I kept them shaved and I heard myself moan deep in my throat as the boy played with them. Sonny stopped kissing me and slid down the bed stopping to suck at a nipple. The dominance that he was showing made me think of Bryan and how the Filipino boy had taken me over that first night, and many thereafter, pulling me up the escalator of hotness with each new thing that he did to me. The cute young Indian boy finally made it down to my waist, licked in and around my outtie belly button then turned his head the other way and was face to face with my cock, which he was gently stroking. I felt Sonny's tongue take a swipe at my swollen cock head, cleaning off the seeping precum. His hand moved upward, pushing my foreskin over the head, and he sucked on the nipple of flesh forcing his tongue inside the hole a little bit. Then, as he slowly skinned my foreskin back, he pressed his lips against the spongy flesh so that they replaced my own flesh as a covering. Once his mouth covered my cock head he started to suck, moving his head back and forth while his hand continued to do short strokes on the shaft. Because his back was fully to me, so was Sonny's delicious little brown butt so while my left hand rubbed on the back of his head and on his shoulders, the other continued to rub his butt, my fingers trailing up and down the crack and pressing inward slightly. He raised his top leg to allow me better access so my hand moved between his thighs and found his sac. I let my fingers explore the smooth satiny flesh before cupping the eggs and ruffling my fingers on them. Sonny stopped sucking me long enough to moan, "Oh fuck Dakota," then went back to sucking my dick with a little more enthusiasm, not that it was lacking before. As I reveled in the feelings that were being created by Sonny's mouth and hands as well as my own hands my thoughts went to what he'd said in the shower about me fucking him someday. I felt my belly tingle at the thought of being buried deep inside the adorable young teen, propped above him and looking down onto his smooth cute brown face as I drove my cock in and out of his tight body, loving him like no other person had. I moaned loudly, this time as much for my own fantasy as for the physical interaction that we were participating in. My thoughts were interrupted by the boy letting go of my cock and sliding back up along side of me. "My mouth still gets sore Dakota," he said as his face came up in front of mine. I planted my lips against his, forcing his mouth open and shoving my tongue inside. I guess force isn't the correct word since Sonny was a more than willing participant. My hand went straight for his cock as I kissed him, encircling the rigid flesh and stroking it. The boy immediately began thrusting his hips slightly, fucking my hand. In that moment I decided that I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel Sonny's hard flesh splitting my hole open, wanted to feel him as he loved me, to feel his cock sliding in an out of me and heartily stimulating the rim of my hole. But I wanted to worship his cock first. I backed away, pushing him onto his back and quickly moved so that I was face to crotch with him. I took a brief moment to admire his body, always amazed at the visual effect that a hard young boy had on me. I loved his mostly smooth body, the small patch of black hair at the base of his most favorite body part, the smooth dark skin of his balls in full hang between his dusky smooth thighs. His cock all but quivered in the air above his flat tummy, the nail hard flesh just begging to be sucked. The slivery evidence of his arousal was practically shining on his cock head, the tip of which was peeking out from beneath his foreskin. I leaned my head down and gently pushed my face into his balls, the softness of the skin registering on my face and on my lips. Because he's just showered the most dominant odor was of soap but I still picked up the faint fragrance of boy. I let my lips explore his sac for a moment, nuzzling the pliable skin then pulled back. I put my hand in there and cupped his nuts then pulled downward, the movement raising his hard cock so that my mouth could capture it. As soon as it was inside I lowered my head and took his entire cock into my mouth, bouncing the head off the back of my throat. "Oohh fuck Dakota," he moaned loudly and thrust his hips upward. My hand moved from his balls to his stiff shaft and pulled his foreskin down, tightening the skin of his sensitive swollen cock head. I moved my head up and down, my lips caressing the rim of the head, my tongue exploring it and cleaning off the almost sweet tasting precum. Sonny's hand went against my skull and rubbed against the stubble of my hair. He moved his hips, gently fucking his 13 year old cock into my hungry mouth, my lips working in tandem with his body. "I'm almost ready to cum Dakota," he warned me so I stopped, moved up along side of him again and kissed him hard. I broke away and looked into his half closed eyes, my earlier thoughts of licking the boys' puckered little hole gone as if they never existed. "I think I want you to fuck me baby boy." His only response was, "Okay." I got off the bed and got the bottle of lube from my suitcase and quickly slathered his cock which garnered a gasp when I slid my slippery hand up over his sensitive cock head. I thought about how I wanted to go about this as I smeared my puckered asshole. Front or back. After a quick glance around the room I decided to lie on my belly at the edge of the bed with my on the floor. I figured that Sonny was almost the perfect height for the position but there was more to it than that. A mirror above the desk at the foot of the bed would allow the boy to have a second visual stimulation; something that I knew from experience added another dimension to exercise. As I moved into position I told him what I was going to do although not why. I wanted him to discover it by himself. That he would discover it was debatable given the single mindedness that boys tend to have when it comes to sex. In any case I got there with Sonny right behind me, no pun intended. I reached behind me with both hands and pulled my cheeks open for the boy and a moment later felt the tip of his cock touch the wrinkled muscle. I felt pressure as he tried to get inside and then in one fell swoop the slippery head did exactly that. "Hold on baby," I said quickly. Despite my experience at being fucked by a boy it had been a few years since I'd been penetrated by anything and I needed to let my asshole adjust to it. "Oh my god Dakota," Sonny said. I turned my head and could barely see the side of his head. "Looking in the mirror?" "Yeah, it's fucking hot looking," he said, the awe and surprise evident in his voice. I told him I thought it might be. "Go ahead Sonny, put it all inside of me but go slow." The hot young teen did as I asked and a moment later I felt his sparse patch of hair touch my butt. I loved cocks the size of Sonny's. They were big enough to do the job but not so big as to create so much discomfort that took time to adjust to. By the time he was as deep inside of me as nature would allow I had adjusted to him; most of the pain and discomfort was gone and I was ready to be fucked. "How does it feel Dakota?" I noticed that his voice was a little deeper. "Good, how about you Sonny?" He allowed as how it was about the best feeling in the world. "Good; I'm glad. Now about you go ahead and do what you're supposed to do," I told him. Sonny did just that. He put both hands on my butt and began the action. Of course he started out with half thrusts and pulls but it didn't take long before he was pulling almost all the way out of me then plunging back inside the tight warmth of my hole. I imagined that he was doing what any boy would do in his position, staring in wonder at that place where our bodies connected, watching his hard young cock do what nature intended as it's second most important function; to breed, to fuck. He had my butt cheeks pushed open as far as they could go which seemed to enhance the experience for me too. "Fuck Dakota I don't know how long I'll be able to go before I cum." I could empathize with his situation, wanting to keep on fucking but being so new to him the feelings that were ripping through his virginal body were so intense and his ability to stave off his sperming still in it's infancy. I really wanted to see his face when his sperm chose to leave the safe haven of his balls and make the short and unproductive trip through his favorite body part and into my body. I loved watching a boy's facial reactions to his orgasm knowing what he was feeling and wanting to be there right where he was at. "Hold off Sonny. Stop and slowly take your cock out of me," I told him. He did as he was told and as soon as he was out I rolled onto my back, pulled my knees toward my head and exposed my man-gina to him. I put my hands behind my knees and held my legs and told him to put it back in. He did as I asked and it was great to see the expression on his face. It was like what I might expect when someone climbs under a hot shower. "Hold my legs back baby boy," I instructed and again, he did as I asked. The boy didn't need me to tell him what to do. He started the action again; moving his slender hips to and fro, moving his rock hard cock in and out of me. I watched Sonny's smooth brown face change as the feelings spiked and dipped in his young, inexperienced body. Knowing that I was the first person to take him there, the first person to feel the strength and firmness of his cock as he bred me was incredible. His face went from relaxed, to awe, to the contorted expression that looked like a mix of plain and exquisite pleasure. All of it brought my heat level way up and if I hadn't been experienced I would have cum a lot sooner than I eventually did. I reached my hands down along my sides and put them in his hips, ran them up and down his sleek boyish body then onto the delicious globes of his butt. I pulled and pushed along with him encouraging to fuck me before adding my voice to the mix. Bryan liked to talk when I'd fucked him and I found that I liked doing it as well, talking during the hottest moments of the sex act. "God your cock feels so good Sonny. Fuck me hard baby, ram your cock into me." It seemed to spur the boy on and in moments the only sounds in the room were those of our panting and the slapping sounds of our bodies as they came together. "Fuck Dakota I'm gonna cum soon," he panted. "Put your young sperm into me Sonny. Fuck your sperm into me," I cooed. I kept my hands on his butt, pulling hard and a moment later the boy cried out. "Oohhh fuck Dakota." His eyes blinked, his mouth fell open, and he looked down at where our bodies met. I felt his cock thicken against the walls of my asshole and then the warmth of his teenage sperm squirting into my bowels. I'd held myself in check right at the edge of orgasm and as Sonny injected his boy honey into me I let my self go. "Fuck me hard baby, oh shit oh fuck," I moaned out as my own sperm began shooting out onto my belly. The feelings were fantastic and made even more so knowing that it was Sonny's first sperming inside a tight warm hole. He moaned out again, his eyes opened, sort of, with a surprised expression on his face and I wondered if he'd experienced a double shot. Sonny's slender little butt was moving from side to side as he fucked me. He picked up speed and fucked me like mink then slowed down a little then went faster again. I watched his shoulders almost drop as his orgasm came to an end and he slowed way down. My own body was slowing down as well, the pulsing of my dick as it pumped out sperm slowed and then stopped. Both of us were panting hard and as Sonny started to pull out I stopped him. "Not yet baby boy, I want to feel you inside of me a little bit longer." I imagined his legs were getting weak so told him to stay in tight to me and move with me then began a slow wiggling crawl backwards until he could get his knees onto the mattress. I then told him how to drape my legs over his arms then lean down and a moment later our faces were close enough for me to reach up and pulled down for a kiss. Our lips pressed against each other in a mouth open kiss that lacked the intensity of a pre-orgasmic kiss and was more heart felt than lust driven. We stayed that way for a little longer but we both could feel his boyhood beginning the post cum shrinking which cause us to laugh a little bit. That in turn caused his cock to squish out of me quickly and we both moaned at the loss. He rose up enough to leg my legs down then lay on top of me, his head on my shoulder against my head. I held him to me tightly then began rubbing his back and down onto his butt. "I love you so much Sonny. I could lay here like this forever," I said softly and I meant every word of it. Sonny seemed to go stiff for just a second then relaxed and raised his chest and looked me in the eyes. "Do you really mean that Dakota?" The expression on his face and tone in his voice told me that he had a difficult time believing what I'd said. I nodded my head. "I did and I do Sonny; very much so." A single tear slowly formed at the corner of one eye and finally built up enough liquid to start to run down his cheek. "I can't remember when the last time was that I heard that Dakota." His voice was loaded with pain and uncertainty. I put my hand up and wiped the tear away then gently rubbed his cheek. "I'll tell you that as often as you need me to Sonny. I swear it." My voice was as soft as I could make it and still have Sonny hear me. He kissed me softly then let his head fall back onto the face of my shoulder, this time turned toward me. He was quiet for a moment then said in a barely audible voice. "She's gone isn't she Dakota? My mom is gone. I can almost feel it." I felt more droplets of tears on my flesh and held him a little tighter. "I won't have anyone if she is; gone I mean." I turned my head to look at him, pulled it back slightly in order to focus. "You will always have me Sonny, no matter what. I may not be exactly what you want but it will be something, someone, and I swear to it as well." He was quiet for a moment then said, "Thank you Dakota. That means a lot to me." We huggled for awhile then by some unspoken word we got up and showered again and went to bed. We lay there gently holding each other and Sonny asked, "What was it like Dakota, me fucking you?" I explained it as best I could and end with the notion that he would have to try it in order to really understand it. We finally got up and hit the shower for a quick clean up then went back to bed and cuddled. "I love laying here with you Dakota, being held and feeling cared for." "It works for me too baby cuz I love holding you and caring for you." On that note we fell asleep. We found the grave about 2 the next afternoon. A phone call to the Portland area IHS led us to the Warm Springs reservation where further investigation led us to one of his mother's uncles. It was he that told us of her passing and he provided a copy of the death certificate along with a box of his mother's photographs and things. He told us how to get to the reservation cemetery. As I stood watching Sonny I began to plan the next step. I'd given it some thought but hadn't dwelled on it since we hadn't known whether or not his mother was alive. Now we knew; death by liver failure and although it didn't say so on the death certificate the most likely cause was cirrhosis caused by alcoholism. So as I stood waiting for the boy my brain ruminated on an idea that I'd had a few days before. I wasn't going to bring it up unless and until Sonny did. The question was, "What am I going to do now," or some variation of that. Sonny finally stood up and brushed the knees of his jeans then came over to where I was standing. "Can we get some flowers or something for her Dakota," he asked, his voice having reverted to a younger boy. "Of course we can Sonny." There was a small town that wasn't too far away although the round trip would be at least 5 miles. We got into the jeep and headed out, found the store, bought a bouquet of brightly colored flowers and returned to place them in a container that was set into the ground above the headstone and designed for such a purpose. We stood there looking at the headstone and flowers for a moment then, in a soft voice Sonny said, "G'bye mama," then turned and walked toward the jeep. I hit I-84 west then crossed over the Columbia River at The Dalles in Oregon and Dallesport in Washington and kept on going through Yakima to I-90, the interstate that I'd originally picked Sonny up from just about a week before. I wanted to be back in Seattle before midnight. We'd made a stop to grab something to eat, piss, and let Snookie out for a piss and run. Sonny didn't talk much, in fact climbed into the back sea to lay down which put Snookie in the front seat. The dog didn't mind. I stopped in Ellensburg for gas piss run and Sonny got back into the front seat. I took a moment to put the canvas top back up as dark was approaching and bringing the chilled air with it. We were back on I-90 west about 15 minutes before Sonny finally spoke. "What am I going to do Dakota; what's going to happen to me? I don't have any family to speak of, no brothers or sisters I don't know anybody on my dad's side of the family other than my uncle and I can't go back there, I won't go back there." "Well, how about Lummi? It sounds like you can enroll there and you seem to have at least some family there. Hey, you'd be closer to me and maybe we could hook up from time to time." "I thought about that but I don't know anybody there. I don't know who I'd live with and if other parts of my family are like my cousin that we saw then that's gonna be as bad as it was at Standing Rock. It seems like there aren't any options." I commiserated with him because on the surface it was true, his options were limited and poor to boot. I felt that it was time to propose an idea that had been germinating in my head almost since the beginning. I knew there would be bumps in the road and that making it happen would be a long and sometimes disappointing voyage but I felt pretty good about it. "What would you say to living with me Sonny?" The boy looked at me, a mix of expressions on his face telling me he liked the idea but he thought I was daft. I did a quick check of the highway around me and pulled the Jeep to the side of freeway. "Look, I've given this some thought." I went on to explain. We had his mother's death certificate I had proof of decendency. He was able to enroll at Lummi which would put him within a couple hour drive a "home" reservation. With his grades I could get him into a private school within walking distance of my home. I was a stable adult from a successful and well to do family so funding wasn't an issue. There was no reason for tribal authorities not to allow me to "foster" him. I could call Lummi and talk to that girl we'd met, We'he'la, and feel her out on the topic and even talk to their social workers before we tried to make a move. Meanwhile he could stay with me while we figured it out. He wouldn't even have to go back to Standing Rock unless he had some possessions there that he couldn't live without in which case we could fly in to Bismarck, rent a car and drive down. It could be a 3-4 day trip all together. Hell, we could fly in and rent a car and drive back, make a road trip out of it if we wanted to. Maybe check out Mt Rushmore and the Bad Lands. Before Sonny could answer a car pulled up behind me and blinking red lights went off. In my mirror I saw a WSP officer got out and walk toward my door. When he asked if there was a problem I said that I'd had an upset stomach and felt like puking so just pulled over to let it pass. I figured it was from a dive we'd eaten at on the way up from Umatilla. He nodded his head and said there was a rest stop about 5 miles up the road that would be a safer place to stop then went back to his car, flipped a "U" turn across the median, and took off in the opposite direction. I got back on the road and as I settled back in Sonny responded. "Are you serious Dakota; you'd do all that for me?" I nodded my head. We talked about it a little more, what it might look like. I told him I'd clear the weights out of the spare room so he could have it. He asked if he'd still be able to sleep with me and of course I told him he could but that having his own room was necessary even if it was only for show. The boy seemed to understand. He was quiet for a few miles and because it was getting darker I had to focus on the highway. I felt his hand touch my thigh then seek out my hand and we headed up into the mountains, our fingers entwined. We got back to my house in Seattle about 10:30. My shoulders ached from almost 4 days of straight driving. If we went to South Dakota I damn sure wasn't gonna drive. Sonny seemed pretty beat as well and when I said I was going to take a hot shower he said he was gonna go to bed. I stood under the scalding hot spray and contemplated what I was letting myself get into. After careful deliberation and as the water started to cool I decided that it was worth doing and that I was prepared to go ahead with the plan. I slipped out of bed at 5:30 the next morning, did a series of stretches then Snookie and I went out for a 3 mile run. The work out felt great after being cooped up in the Jeep for so many days. I vowed that if Sonny did come to live with me I was not going to forsake my workout regimen. Back at the house I spent some time on the heavy bag that hung under the roof overhang of the garage. I finally went back into the house, put the coffee pot on and hit the shower. Since we didn't have anything planned for the day I let Sonny sleep until he chose to get up which was almost 9:30. I'd forgotten how much teenage boys could sleep when given the chance. I heard the bathroom door close, later the toilet flush and then the sound of the shower going. By the time he padded into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a clean T I had accrued a great deal of information. Hell I'd started on the phone at 8 sharp. Sonny came over and gave me a hug and a kiss and asked what time I'd gotten up and when I told him he said I should have gotten him up too. I explained why I hadn't, told him there was cereal in the cupboard and the directions for same as well as eating utensils. As he walked away I admired his butt, always amazed at how narrow young teenage boy's asses could be in general but I also admired his specifically. Sonny came back to the table with a bowl filled with Cap'n Crunch and milk, set it down carefully, and dug in. I proceeded to outline what I'd found out so far. The short story was that Sonny's mother had full custody so the foster part of it was easy in that regard. The tribe would welcome him with open arms so that part was even easier. All they had to do was fill out enrollment papers, mail them to Standing Rock so he could be dis-enrolled there. With very few exceptions a person couldn't be enrolled in 2 tribes at the same time. It was all tied to numbers and federal dollars. I spoke with the head of tribal ICW-Indian Child Welfare-and her concerns were a non-native foster parent and of course she questioned why a man my age would want to foster a teenage boy in the first place. I didn't take offense. I was aware that tribes pushed for family members or other natives fostering and adopting Indian children. I explained my lineage, my family history including the whole doctor piece as well as my mother doing volunteer work in 3rd world countries. I also shared that I'd met family members of Sonny's in Bellingham and in Oregon and if the rest of his family were practicing alcoholics then how would that benefit any kid? I went on to explain my family's stance on substance use and the fast that I didn't use, my SEAL history as well as hinted at financial status of my family in general and mine specifically. "Well then," she had said, "I'll need to do a background check as well as an interview with the boy and hear what his wishes are." I asked her when she wanted me up there and she said the sooner the better. "So, what do you think about it so far Sonny?" He didn't say anything for a moment, finished chewing the mouthful of crunch. He swallowed then said, "Honestly, I don't really know Dakota. I was so determined to find my mom, so freaked out about what I was going to do and where I was going to live. Day before yesterday I almost got raped and less than 24 hours ago I discovered that my mom is dead and I really don't have somewhere to go. I mean, yes, I've got you and that's really cool but I think I'm still trying to understand all this stuff." I nodded my head because I understood exactly what he was saying. It had to be tough on him. "Well how about this Sonny. How about if we don't worry about it for right now? How about if we just hang out and do what we want to do for a few days or a week or what ever." "Okay," he replied around a mouthful of cereal.