Walking in Two Worlds

Chapter 1: The Mountain-2

Kneeling by the fire, fully dressed now his clothes were dry, Lee was about to cook his beans. He lamented having been so bold with s****l innuendo during the language lesson.

Shit, probably scared the breeches offin’ him. Not that it wouldn’t have been a bad idea. In spite of his disappointment at Tatanka’s abrupt exit, he smiled at the thought of what might have been hidden beneath the deerskin.

He didn’t have much hope of the Indian’s return, but nevertheless he checked often in the direction of his departure. He was about to put the open can on the burning logs, when he noticed Ranger had raised his head, his ears forward. He looked in the direction the horse was indicating.

Lee’s heart leapt into his throat as he saw Tatanka emerge silently from the trees carrying two rabbits with his bow and quiver of arrows slung on his back.

“Hou koda,” Tatanka called.

Lee jumped up and ran to his new friend and thumped him on the back.

“Dang, good to have you back, man. Whatcha got?”

Tatanka raised the dead animals in one hand and said, “Mastiaca.” Then added “was’te, was’te.” At the same time he rubbed his stomach followed by “Hmmm.”

Lee figured that meant the rabbits were good to eat. He agreed. A lot better’n beans.

He watched as Tatanka skillfully dressed out the rabbits and put them on a spit over the fire. Lee placed the bean can in the coals. The two men lounged near by. They smiled at each other occasionally, but said little. There was an easy comfort between them. Lee was feeling mighty good about the situation.

When the rabbits were cooked, they shared the bounty of the forest. Lee offered the Indian some of his beans. Tatanka tried some, but did not seem to like them very much.

After eating and cleaning up the leftovers, so scavenging raccoons and skunks wouldn’t be attracted to camp, they stoked the fire and settled down to watch the day turn to evening. Lee kinda wished he had some whiskey to top off the day, but then figured if what he had heard about Injun’s and firewater was true, it was for the best.

As the last vestiges of light left the sky, Tatanka raised his hands and started to chant.

Lee caught the word ‘Wakantanka’. He recognized it from somewhere in his past and decided that Tatanka was offering night prayer to the Great Spirit.

“Damn that’s pretty.” Lee offered in a subdued tone when his companion had finished.

As if he understood, Tatanka smiled and said, “Pidamaya.”

Gonna guess that means thank you, Lee surmised and nodded a you’re welcome.

They sat in silence as the fire burned low. Before it went out completely, Tatanka piled more wood on it. Then he loosened the bands that held his braids in place. His thick black hair cascaded out around his shoulders. The firelight illuminated his brown skin and turned it a royal gold. He was magnificent. Lee felt his desire for the man rising, as the tension in his groin intensified. He held himself in check. He didn’t want to take a chance on spooking Tatanka again.

He rose from where he had been reclining. Tatanka came forward, grasped his wrist and said, “Hanghepi was’te, koda.”

Not sure what to say, Lee repeated the phrase as best he could and added in English, “Good night.”

“Hau,” was the Indian’s response.

Lee was confused as to what to do next. He only had one blanket and wasn’t sure he should invite his new friend to share it. His quandary was solved when Tatanka lay down on the bare ground next to the fire and turned on his side.

Guess he’s used to this, Lee mused. But still, it didn’t seem right to leave him lying on the bare ground with no cover. No matter how warm it got during the day, nights on the mountain could be cold.

Not knowing how to resolve the situation, Lee went to bed. He used his saddle as a pillow and pulled his warm wool blanket over him. He turned on his side to face the form of the man with whom he had shared his day. Good night, Tatanka, sleep well.

At some point during the night he heard someone calling his name from what seemed a long way away. Then he felt something poke him in the chest. He opened his eyes and looked up. Tatanka was standing over him, shivering with cold, poking him with his foot.

“Machuwita.”

“Man, you must be freezing. Get in here!”

The Indian gratefully accepted the offer of a warm bed and lay down beside Lee. He spooned himself against the cowboy. Lee put his arm over the man’s quaking body and pulled him close. His palm pressed against Tatanka’s protuberant n****e. Lee felt a thrill rush through his body.

Don’t get hard…don’t get hard, Lee thought over and over. s**t, I might as well be saying don’t breathe.

Almost simultaneously, Lee realized two things. First, the feel and smell of Tatanka’s luxurious hair against his face was the most powerful aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced.

Second…Tatanka was naked. Lee felt the man’s muscular ass pressing against his d**k, pre-c*m already oozing from the tip. He wanted to f**k this man more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

The next thing he felt was Tatanka reaching back to undo his jeans. Lee helped with the unbuttoning and pushed them down to his knees. Tatanka then gently, but firmly, enclosed Lee’s pre-c*m soaked, rock hard c**k in his hand and guided him into his ready rectum.

“Oh, my God,” Lee moaned.

Lee thrust himself deeply into the Indian’s body. He buried his face in Tatanka’s hair. He breathed his name over and over. Tatanka reached for Lee’s hand, which was still on his n****e and lowered it until Lee grasped the firm, hard c**k. It was long but not especially thick. At the base of the organ was a thin fringe of pubic hair. As he synchronized his f*****g rhythm with his hand; he felt the head glide in and out of the Indian’s foreskin. More and more lubricant flowed from the tip. Lee could feel Tatanka’s passion rising. Lee was in heaven.

Tatanka came first. He held his breath, clamped his ass muscles down on Lee’s d**k. Lee could feel the vigorous throbbing of the man’s c**k, feel the c*m spurting from the organ and running down his hand. These sensations brought forth his own orgasm and he released his seed into the deep recesses of Tatanka’s body.

Lee kept his face buried in Tatanka’s hair. He was breathing deeply and his heart was pounding. “I love you,” he breathed into his neck. He had never, never said those words to another living person: not even his mama. Now, he wanted, needed, to express what only twenty-four hours ago would have been unthinkable. He loved this man. And the man couldn’t understand a word Lee was saying.

As these thoughts and words were going through Lee’s head, he could hear Tatanka breathing deeply and whispering, “Was’tecidake. Was’tecidake.”

Though Lee could not understand it at the time, he would soon come to know that Tatanka was echoing his declaration of love.

They fell asleep.

* * * *

Morning on the mountain was spectacular. The sun rose over the lake and the birds sang. Tatanka and Lee were still spooned together on the bedroll.

Tatanka stirred and turned to face the cowboy. “Hinhana was’te, Lee Masters.”

“I’m gonna guess that means ‘Good Mornin’,” Lee responded. “The same to you, Tatanka iåyaåke.”

The Indian smiled and snuggled deeply into Lee’s arms, caressing the thick mat of hair on Lee’s chest.

Lee tipped Running Buffalo’s chin up to his and began to kiss him. Tatanka pulled away.

“What?” Lee couldn’t understand Tatanka’s reaction. “I just wanna give ya a little kiss.”

Tatanka sighed deeply, as if exasperated by his lack of understanding. “Hiya oka niye,” he said, shaking his head.

God, this fuckin’ language thing.

“Hiya oka niye?” Lee said. “You don’t understand?”

Tatanka nodded.

Lee spoke slowly and demonstrated by kissing the back of his hand. “I…just…want…to give…you…a kiss.”

“Hau…iputake.”

“Yeah, right…iputake.” Lee tried to kiss him again.

Once more Tatanka pulled away. “Hiya,” he said, shaking his head vigorously, causing his waist length hair to cover his shoulders and chest.

“Why not…what’s wrong?” Lee asked, pleading with his eyes for the brave to understand.

“Iputake,” said Tatanka. He leaned toward Lee and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Iputake,” he said again and nodded.

“You call that a kiss?” Lee laughed. “Well, hell, maybe it is, kinda, but that ain’t the kiss I’m talkin’ about.” He rolled his tongue around his lips, suggestively. He took Tatanka by the shoulders and gently pulled him toward his waiting mouth. “Iputake,” he said.

Tatanka looked away. He bit his lower lip and sighed deeply. Then he turned back to Lee. He smiled. He seemed to have made a decision.

“Ohaa, iputake.” He nodded his head.

Tatanka closed his eyes and pursed his lips. Lee pressed his against the Indian’s. He pulled him close. Emotion took over. Involuntarily, his tongue snaked between Tatanka’s lips. Lee moaned deeply, expressing his love as best he could without the words to make Tatanka understand.

Tatanka at first resisted, then, evidently overcome with the emotion he too was feeling, yielded to the invasion and allowed Lee full access to his mouth. Within minutes, Tatanka was kissing Lee as fully and fiercely as the cowboy was kissing him.

Now that’s a “iputake,” said Lee with a smile.

They kissed and embraced for several minutes. Lee then threw the cover off and rolled over on his back. He tried to raise his legs to allow the Indian access to his asshole. He wanted Tatanka inside him.

“Hiya,” came the response.

Instead, Tatanka straddled Lee, spread his cheeks and allowed himself to be impaled on Lee’s ready member. Lee didn’t resist.