Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2010 20:16:01 -0800
From: Gary Pinto <gmony6@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 1 "The Wild Times of Timothy Church"

THE WILD TIMES OF TIMOTHY CHURCH
By Max the cat
(M/b-M/b)

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Part 1: On the trail!

     Jeddah Church woke up and a Wednesday, he sat on the edge of the bed
and decided it was time for he and his family to move, he had decided that
they were going to the Oregon territory, where the land was free for the
taking. The land here in Virginia was bad, and the huffiness of the people
he had to deal with had become intolerable. The slavery was against his
religion and its teaching.

     His wife Martha had already been up getting breakfast ready for her
husband and her three children William who was sixteen, Rebecca who was
fourteen and Timothy who at twelve was her youngest. William was strong as
a bull and worked like one. Rebecca was in training for when she would
marry. She was as good or better than her mother at all aspects of cooking,
cleaning and sewing, and she was pretty to boot.

     Then there was Timothy, yes Timothy who was always day dreaming. He
could hunt and fish with the best, when he put his mind to it, but he was
different. His mother and father just couldn't put their finger on it, he
was just different. He was a loner and unlike the other boys who were
noticing girls or playing pranks, Timothy didn't. He did like to look at
the young men and watch what they were doing.

     His mother had decided he was studying what men do, like the
blacksmith making things from metal, or Mr. James breaking horses and
Mr. Carter's black slave Gomer as he chopped wood. She said he was
learning, but he was actually lusting, for each one was full of hard
muscled and bodied, none wore a shirt as he worked. After watching them he
would wander out to the woods and take out his four inch penis and jack off
to the flashes of them running through his mind.

     His brother watched every girl who walked by, his hormones were in
overdrive and he worked off his frustrations. But now their father got his
itchy foot again , just like he had did five years ago when they went south
from their home in Pennsylvania. He complained that there were too many
rocks and god did not want a man to farm rocks. Now there were too many bad
people in Virginia and god didn't want him to associate with bad men and
godless slavers. The Oregon Territory is where thay were going, and that
was final.

     This mother didn't say a thing, though inside she thought it was a
shame, they had a beautiful farm, good crops. They had made quite a bit on
their tobacco crop each year and had quite a bit in savings. Now he wanted
to go once again and he was the head of the family. The farm was quickly
sold and at a very large profit. They packed and took the train to the
Missouri territory.

     Jeddah bought a Conestoga wagon, four good oxen and a good horse. He
bought ample provisions for what would be a four to five month trip to the
Oregon territory and finally he bought three rifles for protection. Last
year a wagon train of ten had been wiped out by some Comanche's on a
northern raid. All men were killed and the young women taken back into
Mexico and sold into whoredom.

     Jeddah's wife and daughter were apprehensive, but he had signed on to
twenty seven teamed wagon train bound for the Oregon territory , leaving in
three days. The stowed all their belongings on the wagon, Jeddah would
drive the wagon with William taking turns with his father. They would
alternate riding the horse. Rebecca and Timothy would sit in the back or
walk along with the wagon. Martha would ride in the front or walk with the
two younger children.

     Timothy decided to take a look at St. Louis before they left and
walked around the town. It was new and it was interesting and so were the
people. He walked down to the river, boats intrigued him, the sailors who
worked the river and of course those husky stevedores. he slowly walked
down watching and lusting. Sitting on a bale of hay sat a man smoking a
pipe. The man nodded and Timothy nodded back and smiled. "Hello young man
have you ever been aboard a boat?"  Timothy pointed at his chest "me?" The
sailor said "yes you young man, yes you."

     Timothy walked up the gangplank and boarded the boat. "I'm Timothy
sir, thank you for asking me." The man looked the blond headed boy up and
down and licked his lips. "Have a seat along side of me Timothy, I'm
Captain Jack." Timothy sat down next to the man. "Where are you going young
man?" Timothy looked at Captain jack then said "were going to Oregon sir."
Captain jack squeezed Timothy's thigh. Timothy couldn't believe it, he was
hard as a rock,

          Captain Jack loved little boys and he could pick em'. He loved
their newness and they way they gave in so quickly. He slipped his hand up
a little more and felt the boy's hard cock, he smiled at the boy. "Have you
ever seen the inside of a boat Timothy?" "N-n-n-o-o-o sir, but I would like
to."  Captain Jack smiled again "good Timothy let's take a look" He
squeezed the hard little bullet and they got up and went below.

     Slowly Captain Jack ushered Timothy into the ships hold and showed the
boy all the cargo' He looked at the boys butt and imagined fucking it. He
placed a hand on the boys shoulder and turned Timothy around "you are very
lovely Timothy, very lovely." he took the boys hand and placed it on the
outside of his pants and pushed the hand on his hard cock, "Would you like
to see it Timothy?" The boy nodded up and down. Captain smiled "take it out
Timothy, let it breathe." Timothy couldn't help himself he unbuttoned the
fly fast and reached in and wrapped his hand around Captain Jack's big,
hard penis and squeezed. "Oooohhhh Timothy that feels so good, jack it up
and down after you pull it out'"

     Timothy felt his clothing being peeled off. He pulled out Captain
Jack's cock and stared at it, he licked his lips. His own pants hit the
floor around his ankles, he wore no underpants. Captain Jack held his cock
and wanked him. Timothy shivered. "Timothy lie down on that bale of hay."
Timothy quickly lay flat on his back, he spread his legs wide giving
Captain Jack a complete view of his body, it didn't feel bad.

     Timothy watched as Captain Jack took off his clothing and Timothy's
eyes widened as he got a complete view of the man's hard penis and big
swinging balls. He had never in his twelve years seen anyone else, not even
William his brother. Captain Jack came close holding his cock "take hold of
me Timothy, taste me." Timothy seemed to be in a fog, he sat up on his
elbow and brought his lips to the cock and licked the head and opened his
mouth and sucked the head into his mouth, it was like it was meant to be.

     Timothy sucked in more and more of the hard length. Captain Jack
moaned and said "good, so very good Timothy, I can't believe you've never
done this before, keep sucking it." Timothy's head moved back and forth he
was in a different world and he loved it. Captain Jack pushed in and hit
the back of the boys throat, Timothy gagged and tears flowed down his
flushed cheeks. he kept the cock in his mouth he didn't want to let it go.

     Captain Jack pulled it out and knelt over Timothy and sucked in the
boi-cock. Timothy's hips lurched forward a shock was sent from deep within
to the tip of his four inches. "Ooohhh Captain Jack that feels so good, so
very good." Captain Jack kept it up and with his middle finger he began to
probe Timothy's virgin entrance. In and out Captain Jack worked the finger,
then he added another and another.

     Three fingers worked in and out of Timothy. He knew that the big cock
would soon replace the fingers and he wished it was soon, he kept pushing
on the three probes and looking at Captain Jack with a pleading
look. Timothy finally said "are you going to use this next Captain Jack?"
Timothy was jacking the man back and forth. "Such a little slut, ok slut we
fuck."

     Captain Jack let go with a big gob of saliva that hit the head of his
rampant penis. He held his cock and pushed the boys tight anal
ring. Timothy's virgin anus was so very tight. "Push with me Timothy, push
out when I push in." Timothy looked up at the man and as the cock pushed in
to him, he pushed back and felt his hole stretch and the hard cock slide in
until Captain Jack's pubic hair covered his hard cock. He pushed with the
man as he was being fucked, he felt stretched and it hurt a bit, yet he
loved the hard thrusts the hot flesh did in him, it hit a place that sent
such a wondrous feeling around all his nerve endings, he loved being
fucked!

     His boi-cock was tangled in the hair that covered the front of Captain
Jacks front, also the rubbing of his body Timothy's hard penis was tingling
and throbbing. The Captain kept up his thrusts and he could feel his sperm
beginning to find it's exit from his hard fleshy stalk. "Oh god boy you're
so tight and so warm inside, oh shit I'm cuming." The hard cock erupted
inside of Timothy,

     When Timothy felt the hot sperm flood inside of him his own cock shot
off and covered both of their tummy's, it made him tear up. This feeling
was hitting him like a ton of bricks, each recoil of Captain Jack's cock as
it splashed his colon with hot creamy sperm, he was bitten and could not
wait to do this again and again.

     Captain Jack was inside him for what seemed like an eternity, and when
he finally rolled off the boy. Timothy propped himself up on his right
elbow. "I love it captain Jack, I just loved your cock, too bad I'm going
to Oregon, we could do this again and again." The Captain laughed out
loud. "Timothy if you were a girl I fear you would be in the upstairs of
Katy's, yes you would!" Sitting up and the cum flooding out of his well
reamed hole he asked rather blankly "Katy's, what's Katy's?" The Captain
laughed again "It's a whorehouse, boy a whorehouse, you don't know what one
of them is?"

     Timothy looked at him rather stupidly, No, I don't?" The Captain
smiled "women get paid to let the men fuck them for money." Timothy looked
at the Captain "you mean a boy can't work there and get fucked and make
money?" Captain Jack was getting dressed "Timothy I've never heard of it
here in this country, maybe England or France, but not here boy, not here."

     Timothy got dressed and ran back to the wagon camp. His mom asked
where he had been, he lied somewhat and said he had been looking at the
boats and then the horses, She was busy and just brushed things aside and
went back to packing, she told him to help her out and he did without
saying anything, he just smiled.

     They departed on the fifteenth of April.  The wagon master was the
rewound Wave Russell, a former Army officer turned trail blazer. He had as
his scout Jace Kimball, younger than thirty. Kimball had as a nineteen year
old scouted with the famed Kit Carson, who was now teamed up with Captain
John C. Fremont. Jace had fought Indians and lived to tell about it. To the
traveler on a wagon Jace was a man's man.

     Jace had lived among the Shoshone for two years. "Our main worry are
the Blackfeet Sioux, they don't like anyone, most of the other's are
somewhat friendly, they will steal you blind if you let them." He explained
to the travelers. Timothy looked at Jace and was smitten. He started
following the scout around and asked if he could do this or that. Jace
tousled Timothy's hair, and made a little time for his admirer. Most of the
time Jace was on the trail looking for flat land and the pre-used trail by
other wagon trains, he also looked out for trouble.

     Timothy mostly sat in the back of his parents covered wagon, very
bored. His mind went back to Captain Jack, his boat and his first cock. Now
he imagined he and Jace naked and he sitting on the big tracker, the wagon
hit a rock or rut in the train and his head snapped up and he was back to
reality. Timothy hopped out and started to walk. They had been on the trail
for a month and it was very boring.

     Rebecca was being visited by many of the young men, or as it was known
as being courted, yet she saw none of them as prospective suitors. William
was spending more time on horseback learning how to handle a horse, to rope
wandering cattle the wagon train had for extra food. Timothy really didn't
fit in with the boys.

     He trailed his wagon kicking at stones, but stopped in his tracks a
group of Pawnee approached the wagon train, it was the first time they had
come in contact with Indians. Timothy stared at them and how they were
dressed in feathers and loincloths. Timothy eyed an Indian youth about his
age who was in the back of the group. Timothy gave him a small wave, and
the Indian boy nodded, but another brave said something and the Indian boy
stared away Timothy shrugged.

     The group wanted to trade for weapons, but Wave Russell said they
didn't have anything extra. The Indians they asked for a cow and Wave
decided that it was better to part with one of the cattle than to have any
confrontation. The group took a cow and as they left the Indian boy rode up
to Timothy and handed him a knife, they rode off without looking back.

     Two hours later Jace rode in. "Damn Wave you gave them a cow, "fuck"
they'll be back, you can bet on it." Wave brushed him off "have you found
fresh water yet?" Jace said he hadn't, but he would ride ahead and find
some, he believed that there was a river northwest and he would scout
it. He rode up the Timothy who looked bored. "Hey Tim you want to go with
me?" The boy's face lit up, "You mean me Jace?" The scout said "Am I
talking to someone else?"

     Timothy asked his father who was glad to have him doing something
besides moping around. Jace stuck out an arm and pulled Timothy up behind
him and hit the horse with his heels and they rode off ahead of the wagon
train. Soon they were far ahead of the train and out of sight. The loped
along toward a group of hills, that soon became mountains and they found a
running stream that became a river. "Beautiful isn't Timothy."

     Jace then pointed at a group of beaver. "Did some trapping a few years
back Timothy, but it's so much work and by the time you get it to the
jamboree you really don't make that much. Let's get some fresh water." He
helped Timothy down and they drank. "I think I'm gonna take a bath Timothy,
how about you?" Jace took off all his clothing and Timothy stared at the
man's penis, he got hard. "I guess it sounds nice Jace and Timothy stripped
and ran into the water and they splashed and swam. The water was cold, but
it felt so good washing the dust off their bodies.

     Jace got out and sat on the grass then laid back. Timothy now more
comfortable did the same and laid by the scout. He kept looking at the
man's cock and was shocked when Jace said "you like my cock Timothy, you
keep looking at it, why don't you hold it." Timothy didn't have to be asked
twice and took hold of it. He jacked it up and down and put it in his mouth
and started sucking the man. Jace held Timothy's head as the boy sucked
him. "I want to fuck you Timothy, have you ever been fucked?" Timothy
released the now very hard penis "yes once, Jace."

     Jace turned him around and got behind the willing boy and holding his
saliva coated penis he aimed it at the tight ring and pushed. Timothy also
pushed back and the cock entered his tight hole, Jace was fucking him hard
and deep. While he was living with the Indians he had an Indian boy living
with him, now here was another boy and he loved the feeling in the boy and
pounding his hips in and out.

     As Jace fucked Timothy his dark side appeared. It began with his
slapping the cheeks of Timothy's ass. The slaps got harder and harder "stop
Jace that hurts." Timothy was now begging, and the slaps got harder, then
they became fists. He was fucking the boy and pounding him uncontrollably.
He hit Timothy on the side of the head and Timothy went out, Jace came.

    Jace got up and dressed quickly. Timothy staggered up, he was bleeding
from his nose and mouth, both eyes were blackened. Jace looked at the
battered boy "Sorry Timothy, but I can't take you back like that." he
pulled out his Navy Revolver "I'll make it quick, I'll say that band of
Indians jumped us and they killed you, I barely got away. He pointed the
gun at the boy, cocked the handle and......

     Timothy's black eyes widened as Jace dropped the pistol and fell
backward five arrows in his chest. He never made a sound, he was dead
before he hit the ground. The Indian boy rode up extended and arm and
pulled Timothy up behind him. The band leader stripped Jace of his two
pistols, rifle and knife. He used the knife to cut off the saddle and they
rode off toward the mountains, the horse and Timothy in tow!

Part 2: Learning a new way of life.

Thanks to Cutterman and the nice words for Percy Snow. To Malajuvian,
thanks for the new idea, To Heredia and Jellofunk, your art, what can I
say!

Look for Part 2 of "Trent Wheeler" and Part 4 of The Erotic Adventures of
Percy Snow