Chapter 2

Standing not ten feet away was an Indian. He was at least six feet tall, slender but well muscled. His prominent brown nipples 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 cock 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 cum. 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 cum 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 dick, 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 i?ya?ke.”

“Tatanka i?ya?ke?” 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 i?ya?ke?” 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.”

“Shit, this is fun,” Lee began…

“Shit 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 cocked 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 cock. “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.