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Cowboys and Indians
by Chad Riever
Chapter 1
Growing up on the farm could be lonely sometimes. I had
no brothers
or sisters, and we lived six miles from town. And ever since my
12th
birthday, I'd noticed strange, new feelings I had never
experienced before.
I also felt I was growing apart from my folks and from some of my
friends.
Loneliness was becoming a common companion. Then, during my 12th
summer,
the loneliness ended.
Our house was just a few yards from the road. Over a
hundred yards
behind it, was a wide canyon, heavily wooded and cradling the
river at its
bottom. Our trailer was at the foot of that canyon. In May, Jeff
had
rented the trailer. He went to college in town, but wanted to
live in the
country. He also drove a new Jeep Comanche! I always played in
the canyon
after school if it was warm; after Jeff moved in, I would see him
sometimes
when he returned from town. He was always friendly, waving and
saying
hello.
The first time I saw him I just said "Hi" in response to
his greeting.
Then I turned and moved quickly into the woods. Chris and Kelly
followed.
They were twins, who had just turned 12 and were about nine months
younger
than me. They lived two miles away and were my closest friends at
the
time.
I had turned and run because Jeff's appearance and
greeting had
stirred a strange tingling feeling within me that I had never had
before.
I didn't understand it then or know how to react--so I ran.
Thereafter,
whenever I saw Jeff, I felt real shy and had the same tingling
feeling,
starting in my stomach and spreading throughout my body. But
every time he
saw me, he waved and said "hi." Gradually, my shyness faded. The
tingly
feeling persisted, though, and grew stronger. Jeff was so
friendly, so
tall, so strong!
When school let out, I started going to the canyon
everyday, waiting
for Jeff to get home. Chris and Kelly would come over sometimes
to play
Cowboys and Indians, but I was finding playing with them less fun
than
before. I was eager instead to see Jeff, and my stomach would
fill with
butterflies sometimes, as I thought about him and how tall and
handsome he
was, his black hair shining in the sun. Then the butterflies
would swarm
when Jeff got home and I ran over to his Jeep. We were becoming
fast
friends, I hoped, and I felt like the luckiest boy in the world!
"What do you play down here," Jeff asked me one day.
"Oh, Cowboys and Indians, or Army...stuff like that." I
was pretty
sure he thought it was kid stuff.
"I noticed you and your two friends seem to like to play
in the woods
a lot. Well, maybe we could play together sometime, if you like."
He
flashed a big smile, and my heart thumped.
"Gee, that'd be great!" I said with a wide grin. Jeff was
terrific!!
But then Mom called me to dinner. "See ya, Jeff," I said as I
turned to
go.
"Yeah, see ya, Chad."
Mom had let me grow my hair long, and it was almost to my
shoulders,
although she sometimes made me sit still while she trimmed my
blonde bangs.
But I surprised her that evening by asking her to trim them.
"Why, Chad, you've never asked before. I guess you're
beginning to
grow into a little man."
"I guess so," I said nonchalantly. I just hoped to play
Cowboys and
Indians with Jeff tomorrow, and I wanted to look my best. A
warrior should
have neatly trimmed hair, shouldn't he?
The next day was Saturday, so I went down to the canyon
right after
breakfast, not waiting for Chris and Kelly, hoping desperately
that Jeff
wouldn't have to go to town.
His Jeep was there! I hoisted my backpack again, walked
up to the
door of his trailer and knocked. The door opened, and Jeff gave
me a big
grin.
"Hi, Chad. Come on in." He held the door for me as I
stepped into
his living room. As I brushed past him, I was still feeling the
nervous
tension that his voice had sent through my body and the hot
blushes that
his warm smile had swept across my face. "I was just having some
milk and
a cinnamon roll, he said. "Want some?"
"Su-sure!" I stammered as I followed him to the kitchen.
He poured a
second glass of milk, put a roll on a plate, and handed them to
me. I had
to concentrate all my senses to avoid spilling anything. Being so
near
Jeff and alone with him was bringing my blood to a fever pitch.
He picked
up his own glass and plate and motioned me back to the living
room.
"Have a seat," he said as he sank into his easy chair. I
sat on the
couch and set my stuff on the coffee table. I slipped my backpack
off and
placed it to one side of the table. We ate hungrily. I watched
Jeff eat,
smiling at him when he looked at me. The strange feelings that I
had been
experiencing lately were growing more intense than ever before.
The
butterflies were a hot ache that gripped my whole body.
Once finished, Jeff grabbed the dishes, took them to the
kitchen sink,
and returned immediately. "What ya keep in your backpack," Jeff
asked.
"Oh, I thought I would play Cowboys and Indians today, so
I brought my
Indian stuff."
"Do you usually play an Indian?"
"Ya, well, sometimes."
"What Indian stuff do you have?"
"Well, I got my tomahawk," I said as I pulled out the red
rubber
tomahawk I got for Christmas, "and I also got my headdress, and
here's my
moccasins, and my loincloth." Jeff took the stuff as I pulled
them out and
admired them all.
"Did you make this loincloth yourself," he asked.
"Yeah, I took one of Dad's new chamois cloths and a
rawhide thong I
found in the barn. It was real easy," I said. I didn't mention
that the
soft feel of the chamois against my skin made my stomach tingle
and made me
feel warm all over, sometimes making my prick hard. And now, the
thought
of wearing only the loincloth in Jeff's presence was the most
important
thing in the world!
"You did a great job," he said. It was only two pieces of
chamois
with a thong strung through so it would cover my front and back.
I got the
idea from seeing the Tarzan movies, but it also sorta looked like
what
Indians wear.
"Would you like to play with me today?" I blurted out, a
small lump
in my throat. The lump vanished when he quickly agreed. "Super!"
I said.
"I know a great place in the woods!"
"Let me get my boots," he said as he handed the loincloth
back and got
up. I slipped my shoes and socks off while he disappeared in the
back of
the trailer. I quickly stripped my shirt and jeans off, slipped
my
moccasins on, and grabbed the loincloth. I hesitated, then
dropped it,
pulled my underwear off, and slipped the loincloth on. The
feathered
headdress topped off my costume. I piled my clothes neatly under
the
coffee table, hefted my tomahawk, and stood anxiously, waiting for
Jeff to
return. The soft chamois felt softer than usual against my skin,
and I was
trembling with anticipation as I waited for Jeff to return.
Jeff came back wearing his boots, tight jeans, and a
western shirt.
He was carrying a cotton rope. "My lasso," he explained. "Are
you ready?"
"Sure!" Jeff looked so handsome! I was beginning to feel
flushed,
and I felt my prick stiffen. I glanced down quickly, as if to
look at my
backpack. My hard on pushed out the chamois, but not much. Maybe
he
wouldn't notice.
Jeff opened the door and held it for me. I walked through
and down
the three steps quickly. I broke into a slow run, heading toward
the
woods. "Follow me!" I called back.
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