Walking in Two Worlds

Chapter 1: The Mountain “Ho, Ranger, This looks as gooda spot as any.” Lee Masters reined his gray gelding to a halt on the banks of a small, mountain lake and looked around. The waters were blue and inviting. The clearing at the edge of the lake was lush with grass, protected to the north by pines and cottonwoods. “Yep, this’ll do.” Lee stretched atop his mount to take the kinks out of his back. It had been a long ride and a long night. He had left the high pasture camp…forced to leave by the foreman the previous day at noon. Embarrassed and frustrated, he had ridden all day and all night. Now, he and his horse were bushed. As he sat surveying the lake and the land, he wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess. It had to be the whiskey. If only he hadn’t gotten drunk. Then he wouldn't have gotten into it with that kid someplace where they'd get caught. Well, he wasn’t really a kid: just a young hot and horny cowpoke like himself. Wonder where he went when they threw us outta camp? Too bad we went in separate directions; we coulda had some real fun now there’s no fuckin’ nosey, Bible thumpin’ bastards to interfere. Lee shrugged his broad shoulders and dismounted, stretched once more and began to unsaddle Ranger. He swung the hefty work saddle to the ground, after extracting the hobbles from the saddlebags and his rifle from the gun sleeve. He removed Ranger’s bridle, hobbled him and let him free to drink from the clear, blue waters and wander off to graze on the lush grass. The cowboy unstrapped the bedroll from the saddle and rolled it out on the sandy beach. He stood looking at the saddlebags with his hands on his slender hips. Other than a shirt for wearin’ on Sunday, a bar of soap and cans of beans, they were empty. Might as well wash these, he thought, referring to the clothes on his back. No one here to object to my body being out for inspection. Despite his bravado, Lee was unsettled by being discovered with the kid and having his s****l proclivities exposed to his cowpoke buddies. He got undressed, laid his clothes on the edge of the lake, put his six-shooter under his saddle with the rifle, grabbed his bar of lye soap and waded into the water. It was cold, as mountain lakes are. Despite the hot afternoon sun, he had goose flesh from his head to his toes, including his ample c**k and huge balls, which snuggled up against his groin for warmth and protection. Ignoring the frigid water, Lee dived deep under the surface, only to come up sputtering and cursing. He quickly lathered his body, working the soap into the thick matt of black hair covering his chest, ass and legs. Even though the water was ice cold, he took a few minutes to stroke his c**k to the point of exposing his mushroom head beyond the foreskin. Then he ducked down under water to rinse the soap from his wavy black hair and moustache. He waded out of the water with his c**k at half-staff and shook like a water spaniel. “f**k,” he said out loud. “No frickin’ towel. Guess the sun’ll have ta do it.” He walked to his pile of clothes and shook the sand off his feet, put on his socks, boots and hat. Naked, except for what he had donned, he gathered his underwear, jeans, shirt and bandana and went back to the water’s edge. Squatting down, he worked the lye soap into the material of each piece of clothing and rubbed them together between his fists. Dunking the now clean garments in the clear water to rinse them, he rose and walked to the grassy area to spread them out in the sun to dry. By this time he was almost dry himself. He walked to his saddle and bedroll and stretched out to let the sunshine finish the job. Lee lay with his eyes closed, feeling the sun on his body, the breeze caressing his skin. He felt his d**k begin to respond to nature’s touch. He began to play with his balls and his hardening c**k with his left hand, while his right made its way to his hair shrouded n*****s. In his mind he saw the young man who had seduced him at the camp. The young blond Adonis’ image rose above him as he had two nights earlier. He felt once more the thrill of the boy/man’s smooth ass as it impaled itself on his turgid shaft. He began to contract and release his ass in a f*****g motion as his passion rose and his balls contracted. “Kenny,” he moaned out loud, as his c*m rushed to erupt from the slit at the head of his p***s. Five strong volleys shot into the air and landed on his face, chest, abs and arms. Then four lesser dribbles cascaded down the shaft and coated his hand and wrist. Lee lay for several minutes, holding onto his softening c**k, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction and release. He took a deep breath and wondered again where Kenny was now. Then he slowly opened his eyes. He sat up with a start. Standing not ten feet away was an Indian. He was at least six feet tall, slender but well muscled. His prominent brown n*****s stood in high relief to his well developed chest. As hairy as Lee was, this man was his antithesis, smooth with not a single strand of hair visible on his beautiful body, except for the thick, black braids that hung over his shoulders and onto his chest. The Indian stood with his arms hanging at his sides. He was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows. He wore a deerskin breechclout and a pair of leggings. A crooked smile was on his face. One eyebrow was raised. In spite of his shock, and his recent release, Lee’s c**k began to respond to the vision of savage manhood before him. He leaned back on his elbows and said, “Man, you gave me a start.” Then he realized he was covered in c*m. He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. He could feel himself blushing. Lee got to his feet. He pointed to the lake and said, “Um…I guess I better get cleaned up here.” The stranger did not respond. He watched as Lee kicked off his boots, walked to the lake and dove in once more. As Lee rinsed the c*m from his body, he glanced back at the brave. He was squatting on the sand, watching as Lee cleaned himself. Lee then emerged from the lake and walked to his clothes. Damn, still wet! He had no choice but to stand naked before his ‘guest’ and make small talk. “Uh…name’s Lee Masters.” Lee stuck out his hand. The Indian smiled and looked at him. Hmmm, try again. This was really awkward. Here he was, naked, with a half hard d**k, trying to make contact with a semi-naked Indian whose breechclout was slightly bulging. Lee slapped himself on the chest. “Lee Masters.” “Hau,” the stranger responded, “Enic’yapi Tatanka iåyaåke.” “Tatanka iåyaåke?” Lee repeated. The man nodded. Lee shook his head and held out both palms to indicate he didn’t understand. The newcomer smiled a brilliant smile. He repeated his name, placed his thumbs against his temples with his pinky fingers extended and ran around in a circle. Lee got a glimpse of a rather nice ass as the breechclout flapped in the breeze. Lee thought as he watched the Indian run around in circles. Running…Running…ah…cow? No that can’t be it. Oh! Buffalo! “Running Buffalo? Tatanka iåyaåke?” Lee queried. “Hau,” Running Buffalo responded and nodded his head. “Run-ing Buff-lo,” he added in English. “Pleased to meet ya, Running Buffalo…er Tatanka.” “Hau,” Tatanka replied, extending his hand. But rather than grasping Lee’s hand he grabbed his wrist and squeezed. Lee reciprocated. “Well, now what?” Lee said extending his hands, palms up away from his body, shrugging his shoulders. Tatanka laughed, turned and walked to the grassy area beyond the beach. He sat down cross-legged and pointed to a spot across from him. “Iyotanka.” “Iyotanka?” Lee repeated and pointed to the spot the Indian had indicated. “Sit Down?” Tatanka smiled again and nodded. “Iyotanka.” Well, I’ll be damned, we’re gonna learn us how to talk Injun, Lee thought as he sat, imitating Tatanka’s cross-legged position and rubbed his hands together. “You speak English?” Lee asked him. Tatanka shook his head. “Dakoteyhau.” “Dakota?” “Hau…” Let’s see, thought Lee, how we gonna do this? He pointed to the sky and the bright orange ball. “Sun.” “Anpa Wupi,” Tatanka translated. Tatanka then pointed to Ranger, grazing peacefully behind them. “Suaktaaka.” “s**t, this is fun,” Lee began… “s**t is fun,” repeated Tatanka, pointing again to the animal. Lee laughed and shook his head…“No…horse.” “Hau…Horse.” A bird flew by. “Zitkana.” Lee slapped at a fly. “Honag’inan.” Lee, glancing down at his nakedness, decided to get a bit more personal. He pointed to his head. “Head.” “Pa.” “Mouth,” the cowboy almost whispered and ran his tongue over his lips. Tatanka c****d his head and a puzzled look came over his handsome face. “I,” he said, slowly and repeated Lee’s gesture with his own tongue. “Hair,” Lee offered, pulling on the luxurious rug covering his chest. “Hmmm,” Tatanka responded with a smile, “hiasma majtu.” Go for the gold ring, thought Lee. He pointed to his flaccid c**k. “Prick.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. Tatanka’s eyes widened. He shifted in a way that suggested to Lee some discomfort. Then he smiled and laughed. As if to change the subject, the Indian rubbed his stomach and said, “Tezi. Wotektehda. Wanna wata.” Lee, now a bit embarrassed at his forwardness, covered himself with his hand and said, “What da ya mean?” “Wotektehda. Wanna wata,” Tatanka repeated and made a hand gesture as if to put food in his mouth. “Oh, you’re hungry. Time to eat.” “Hau, hong gra, tim to eee.” Tatanka tried in English. “Good,” Lee praised the attempt and rose from the ground. He walked to his saddlebags and pulled out the only food he had: the beans. Tatanka furrowed his brow and shook his head. He rose and trotted off into the woods. Lee stood for a moment with his mouth open. Now where’s he off to? he thought. Then out loud. “I hope ya’ll come back,” he shouted after him. s**t, that was dumb. He don’t understand English!