Let’s Play Cowboy and Indians

By: BJ Williams
(© 2013 by the author)
Edited by: Gerry Young

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

Seth Michaels wandered about the fairgrounds, not really looking for anything in particular. It was his eighteenth birthday, he was finally a man, or he considered himself so. It was a beautiful July day, white puffy clouds drifted here and there overhead and the sun was bright and hot.

“Hurry, hurry and step right up and see the worlds most beautiful women,” a Carney called out from the both that stood before a stage.

Upon the stage, four gorgeous young women, scantily dressed, danced seductively. Seth paused momentarily and looked at each girl as she moved. He shrugged his shoulders and moved, he could dance as well as they did, he thought as he moved further down the row of shows.

“Hey there young man wouldn’t you like to see Buffalo Bill take on Sitting Bull,” another Carney called out, but this time it was to Seth.

“Sure, but ole Buffalo Bill and Sitting Bull are dead, you know,” Seth replied back.

“Well duh, this is a reenactment, boy, not the real deal,” the Carney snapped back. “So do you or not want to see the show?”

Seth shrugged his shoulders, “I guess it would be cool,” he said and fished out a dollar bill from his jeans pocket and handed it to the man.

“Step right through that opening and find you a seat. You’re in luck, because you are the first one to enter so you’ll have your choice of the best seats in the house,” he told him as he handed Seth his ticket to enter.

“Cool, thanks,” Seth replied and moved to the opening, stepping through it and into the dimly lit tent.

It took him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the near darkness. He walked down the aisle and found a seat in the very front row. He looked around him, taking in the various banners that pictured Buffalo Bill and also Sitting Bull. The only light that was on was over a large circus style ring before him and his attention was quickly drawn to it when he heard someone enter.

“Hey kiddo, I see that you are the first to arrive,” a handsome cowboy said to Seth. “That means that when I look for a volunteer from the audience to participate in the show, you’ll be chosen.”

“What do I have to do,” Seth asked.

“Well that’s the good part, I’ll do most of the work but all you need to do is untie my hands when we are tied to that pole by the Indians,” he pointed to a pole that stood upright in front of a teepee. “Once you have me untied, I’ll untie you and together we’ll escape on my horse. You aren’t afraid of horses are you?”

“No, I love horses and have ridden since I was a young boy,” he assured the man. “So I take it that you are the dude that plays Wild Bill?”

“Yep, that’s me, Kevin O’Malley at your service,” he said, sweeping off his cowboy hat and bowing to Seth.

Kevin was dressed in buckskin breeches that hugged his male figure superbly; in fact, they left nothing to the imagination as to how well he was endowed. He wore no shirt, just an opened buckskin coat that revealed his rippled abs and chiseled pecks with two tall, hard nipples that showed when he moved his arms. He wore his auburn hair long, as they did in the old west, to his shoulders and his face was one hundred percent masculine, long, straight nose, square chin that had a dusting of a five o’clock shadow and lips, full and sensuous.

“As a matter of fact, by the way, what’s your name?”

“Seth, Seth Michaels,” he told him, now standing to shake hands with him.

“As I was saying, or was about to, Seth, how about I get you to play one of the Indians?”

“Cool, but do you kill me?” he asked laughing.

“Nah, but I do take you hostage as I make my escape,” Kevin told him. “I’ll be sitting behind you on Geronimo, he’s my horse. I’ll take you captive and together ride off,” he explained.

“Do I look Indian to you?” Seth asked.

“Well you do have that raven black hair and coal dark eyes,” he elaborated.

“My great grandfather was full blooded Cherokee,” Seth confided.

“That explains the hair, eyes and those cheekbones, but where did you get those full, sensuous lips,” he asked, catching Seth off guard with the question.

“Huh … oh, my mom, everyone said that I had her mouth,” Seth told him, feeling his face coloring with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry kid, I like your lips,” Kevin said. “Now just before the show starts, I’ll come out and ask for a volunteer or two from the audience. All you have to do is raise your hand, got it?” he asked and Seth nodded.

Kevin left the arena and Seth retook his seat. It wasn’t very long before people began filling the large circus tent. Seth watched as his row filled up quickly, then those immediately behind him, until soon there were but two or three seats left. The lights dimmed and an orchestra, or rather some recorded music filled the air as a spotlight illuminated Kevin as he walked to the center of the ring.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Wild West show,” he spoke into a cordless microphone as he moved closer to the audience. “Before the show starts, I would like three volunteers to make their acting debut in the show. Do I have any,” he asked and most everyone raised his or her hand.

He made a rue of looking around as if using discretion as to who he chose.

“You there, the pretty young lady with the yellow blouse and jeans on,” he announced as he pointed to a teenage girl several rows back from Seth. “You also, he said to another teen, a boy of about fourteen at the far end of the row that the girl was in. “Now who shall be the last? What about you?” he asked pointing directly at Seth, who nodded his head. “Come with me and we’ll get you ready for the show, which shall begin shortly,” he announced, walking away with the three of them in tow.

Once outside the tent, Kevin lead them toward two smaller tents.

“You young lady and young man, will go to the tent on your left to be costumed to play settlers.” He turned to face Seth, who stood quietly waiting his instructions. “You young man, you’ll come with me to the ‘Indian’ tent to play an Indian warrior,” he announced.

Seth was excited as he followed Kevin. He had always wanted to be in show business and now he was going to get a taste of it. Once inside the tent, Kevin lead him to a sectioned-off area, where a man much older than Kevin, sat applying war paint to his face.

“Seth, meet Sitting Bull,” Kevin said in introduction to the man who was playing him.

“I’m Darrin McNamara really, but it’s a pleasure to meet you. So I take it that you’ll be playing one of my warriors?”

“Yeah, or that’s what Kevin told me,” Seth said.

“Well you go get dressed for the part and when you’re done, I’ll get you up to speed on what you’re going to be doing. By the way, are you per chance Native American?”

“Yes I am; my great grandfather was full-blooded Cherokee,” he told Darrin.

“I thought so; your features betray your heritage nicely,” he said as he ran his gaze over Seth’s face and body. “Mmmmm, very nicely,” he added, turned back and finished with the makeup.

“Is he…”

“Yeah, will that be a problem, Seth?”

“No. I was just wondering because he seemed to be a tad flirtatious is all.”

“Well here you go — your costume,” Kevin said, handing Seth a skimpy loincloth.

“You are kidding me; right?” he asked and Kevin stood there smiling at him. “Oh my God, you aren’t; this is my costume,” Seth said as he held up the attire to get a better look at it. “Ah, just how do I put this thing on?”

“Well you first need to strip down naked,” Kevin told him, causing Seth to blush again.

“Naked! You are kidding me, right?” he asked yet again.

“Listen, Seth, if you have a problem with all this, I’ll let you go and go find me another volunteer,” Kevin said, turning as if to leave.

“NO! No, I can do this, it just caught me off guard is all,” Seth told him as he began to remove his clothes. “You’ll have to show me how to put this on,” he added and Kevin smiled, assuring him that it was easy.

Once he was naked, Kevin knelt down in front of Seth, holding the loincloth out so that Seth could step into it. Kevin was so close to Seth, that Seth could feel the handsome man’s breath caressing his cock. Seth tried thinking about every disgusting thing he knew to prevent his cock from hardening, but try as he may, it slowly rose to full hardness.

“Oh fuck!” Seth said and quickly turned around to hide his erection.

Kevin’s face was but a few inches from Seth’s round, hard ass and he, too, felt a stirring in his pants as he restrained himself from leaning forward and burying his face in the crevice.

“Don’t worry about that; it happens to a lot of us when we have to wear just this skimpy thing.”

“I … I feel so embarrassed, Kevin,” Seth said, slowly turning back to face Kevin, his cock still hard.

“Kevin … Kevin, where are you?” a man called out.

“I’m helping an extra dress for the show,” Kevin yelled back as Darrin stepped through the flap and entered the changing area.

“The boss man needs you, something about a scene change,” Darrin told him. “I’ll finish up here and give Seth his instructions,” he assured Kevin, and giving Seth a wink.

“You don’t have much time, so make sure he knows his part and where to be,” Kevin told him, handing him the loincloth.

All the while they talked, Seth had stood there with his hands cupped around his cock, hiding it from prying eyes that might pass or enter the area.

“Well now, let’s get you dressed and then learn your lines,” he told Seth, kneeling before him.

He held out the loincloth and when Seth lifted a foot to step into it, he clung to Darrin’s shoulder to steady himself, but also revealing his erection to him.

“Well looky at what popped up; this will never fit into this costume,” he stated, looking from the cock up to Seth’s face.

“Ah … ah, I … I know … but it’s not going down,” Seth stammered out.

“Hmmm, I reckon that there is just one way to handle this,” Darrin said, leaning forward and engulfing the erection fully with his mouth.

Seth gasped out as Darrin’s mouth moved further down the shaft until his nose, which was covered with war paint, nestled in his pubes. He slowly ascended until just the head was all that was in his mouth.

“Mmmmm,” Darrin moaned, sending vibrations through Seth’s cock.

He moved quickly up and down the swollen member, using his hand to manipulate Seth’s balls as he rapidly sucked his cock. Seth heard the music soften, an announcer’s voice greeting the audience and announcing that the show was about to begin. Seth felt his cum rising as Darrin swallowed the engorged cock.

“Oh fuck … fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I’m coming,” Seth cried out and blasted his cum down Darrin’s throat.

“Mmmmm,” Darrin moaned as he sucked and sucked, milking the cock of its sweet elixir.

Seth felt his knees turning to rubber as the last of his seed dribbled from his cock.

“Wow, that was some load you had there,” Darrin said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You didn’t mind, did you?” Seth shook his head and after giving Seth a smile, engulfed his cock once again.

“This is a fine time to ask, seeing how the deed is done,” Seth said, looking down at a smiling Sitting Bull.  “No, what man would mind a mind-blowing blowjob like that?”

“Right, but we best hurry, the show’s begun and you and I are up in ten minutes,” he told Seth, helping him into the thong style loincloth.

Dressed and still rapidly gasping for normal breathing, Seth stood there as Darrin stood, gave him a long, sensuous look.

“I’ll tell you this, had the Native Americans all looked like you, I would have volunteered to be one of their captives — you are fucking hot in that loincloth, Seth.”

“Well thanks, but do you blow everyone who plays this role?”

“Nope, you’re the first one, your cock was too damn cute to resist, stud. Now here is what you need to remember to say,” he told him what he needed to remember for lines and when to say them. “You can ride?” he finally asked as he led Seth to where the horses waited.

“Yeah, I have been riding in competitions since I was five,” he assured Darrin.

“Well that painted is yours, mount up and follow me when they give me the cue to enter. We’ll be watching from afar as the other Indians, which are already mounted and about to fight with Kevin and his troops.”

“You will be captured by a soldier — he’s the other volunteer from the audience — and Kevin captures me. We’ll ride off, you in front of Kevin on his horse and me beside him with a soldier guarding me,” he explained.

“How does Kevin end up on my horse?” he asked as the sound of a bugle filled the air.

“Oh he’ll get there, just try to stay on the horse when he does,” he told him, kicking his feet against the horse’s side and taking off on a run.

Seth followed Darrin through the opening of the tent and into the arena. It had been drastically changed from when he had first arrived.  Fake trees filled the area and huge, fake rocks gave the illusion of boulders.

Screaming and the sounds of rifles firing filled the air as well as the smoke from the rifles and the dust from the horses that ran circles around the pinned down cavalry. Darrin fired his weapon at the soldiers, as did Seth when they joined the dwindling Indians who were attacking the troops. As he rode, his eyes kept looking for Kevin, but he couldn’t see him.

“Gotcha!” Kevin shouted as he landed behind Seth on his horse.

“Where the fuck did you come from,” Seth asked, making sure his voice went no further than Kevin’s ears.

“I was perched in one of those trees just waiting for you to ride under it,” he told him, with one arm wrapped around Seth’s slender waist and the other wrestling the reins from him.

Seth turned in time to see an officer take down Darrin as Sitting Bull. He and Seth rode off, leading the procession that included Darrin and his mount as well as the rest of the cavalry and Indians.

“Wah-hoo, that was fantastic! Totally awesome!” Seth shouted once outside and far away enough not to be heard by the audience.

“You were fantastic, Seth,” Kevin said with his arm still around Seth and holding him tightly to him.

He could smell the light cologne Seth wore; feel his excitement as it caused his heart to rapidly beat. Kevin had never felt this way about someone, much less an extra that he had chosen from the audience, and it made his own heart quicken.

“Am I still your captive?” Seth asked, rousing Kevin from his thoughts.

He had turned his head enough, so that their eyes met and held their gaze as he waited for Kevin to answer. Kevin just looked at him; he had never been so enthralled with a man.

“Kiss him. Never mind if anyone sees you, just kiss the lad,”  his mind was telling him.

“Kevin … are you alright?” Seth asked.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I must have been lost in thought,” Kevin said and hurriedly dismounted.

He reached up to give a hand to Seth, who leaned down and fell into Kevin’s embrace. Seth’s body slowly slid down the length of Kevin’s as Kevin lowered him to the ground. They stood chest to chest, toe to toe just staring at one another as the lights around them slowly shut down one by one.

Kevin could not only hear his own heart pounding in his chest, but he felt Seth’s also, pounding in time with his.

“Seth?” he leaned lower with the question, his words a whisper, his face was close to Seth’s.

The promise of true panic arose in Seth’s mind — was he ready for what Kevin’s eyes promised, he asked himself. He did and didn’t want this … this closeness, it was alright with Darrin, because it had just happened.

He didn’t want to be feeling what he was feeling, and sensing something frightening that lay in his soul. Seth felt faint, slightly dizzy, and though he had always wanted someone to love and be loved by, did Kevin? Was this just another moment when one or both would do the deed and then go their separate ways? Or was there the possibility of more, of something lasting longer, going beyond the night and still be there the next morning, oh God how he was torturing himself.

Seth was trembling, and he was certain that Kevin could feel it. It seemed like forever since he had felt fingers moving through his hair, felt a soft whisper against his cheek as he did when Kevin said his name.

Who was this man, anyway? he asked himself as he looked up into eyes that now were more cobalt then sky blue. He was a stranger, a man whom he’d met while taking in a Wild West show. He was an actor — a Carney, his father would have said — and yet, Kevin was a man’s man. Seth knew, held against him as he was, what he had feared so desperately before. Seth was drawn to the breadth of his shoulders, the pulsing heat of his chest, the length of his fingers as they wove within his hair.

Seth liked — no … he loved — the rugged, handsome contours of this man’s face, the masculinity of his voice, the strange adherence to his profession he had shown. And most of all, though he knew he couldn’t fight it, he knew that he didn’t want to, he was more than attracted to Kevin, it felt as if their souls recognized each other and were melding two into one.

Seth liked being held this way, by him, breathing the scent of him, and he longed to feel a gentle touch — his touch — and all the promise that Seth knew would come with it. He knew it went further than a gentle touch, it was a hunger, a hungry touch that he knew would devour him, heart and soul.

The realization of what exactly he was feeling washed over him like a sweeping wave of deep and shattering heat. Kevin’s lips were touching Seth’s neck, igniting an inferno within him, which nothing could or would extinguish.

“Seth?” Kevin whispered softly against Seth’s neck.

Seth’s mind told him to run, that this would only lead to him being crushed emotionally, but … oh yes, there was always that proverbial ‘but’. Kevin was masculine to a fault, sensual without realizing it, and the restless urge within Seth to challenge, argue the rightness of this and … and what? Was there a right or wrong to this? They were both of age legally, well he was barely, Seth thought.

He wanted to escape this moment, to come to terms with the emotions and depths of feeling that he was experiencing as he was held so tight in Kevin’s arms.

“I … yes!” Seth whispered, and the sound of his voice sounded desperate, and yet, his words were faltering, betraying his heart. “I mean … no, I must be going. If we have a matter of interest to discuss, it has to be done at another time, preferably in the light of day.”

Seth could see in Kevin’s eyes that his words were stirring something in him. Was it anger, hurt? Oh God, please don’t look at me like that, he thought.

“I must go, I need to go … now,” he pushed against the granite wall of his chest, but it only caused Kevin’s hold to tighten.

“Why? I need to know why you would let Darrin do what he did, but when I offer you so much more, you want to run?”

“That’s the thing, Kevin, I did not allow anything with Darrin, and he simply took it without asking. Oh yes, he did ask after the fact, but the truth is, he simply took advantage of the situation and me. I don’t need, nor do I want a one-night stand,” this time his attempt to push away, succeeded.

As he turned and tried to walk away, Kevin’s hands fell upon his shoulders, stopping him and turning him around to face him.

“I wasn’t offering a one-night stand, Seth, I wanted more, hoped for more,” he said and his eyes betrayed the hurt of his heart. “I won’t lie and say I love you, when we both know that love doesn’t happen like that. But what I am saying is this — can we at least explore what seems to be igniting within us?

Someone came out of the tent, waved and moved on; the show was winding to a close. Kevin pulled Seth to the shadows of a nearby tent and stood without touching him. For a moment, Seth’s back was to him, his head lowered.  Kevin grabbed onto a rope that held part of the tent, staring at the raven black tresses that seemed to so drastically contrast against the bronze of Seth’s body, and felt a burning again, so deep that it amazed him that he could still be so enamored with this person.

“Then stay, Seth; spend the night and let’s talk. I promise that I won’t touch you,” Kevin swore.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you; it’s me. I don’t trust me, that I want you,” Seth replied, turning back to face him. “Kevin, you are what I always imagined my true love to be, and much more. But the fact is, we just met and as strange as it sounds, something sparked between us and that spark is threatening a fire that neither of us will or could put out.”

“With that being said, do you want to extinguish this fire, or let it burn until there is no longer you and me, but us?” The word was a simple whisper yet never could have a whisper been so loud.

There it was — that one word that Seth longed to hear — ‘us’. Kevin had said it, said with fullness of heart and emotion. He wanted to let this fire consume both of them until all that was left was ‘us’.

Seth reached out his hand, Kevin took it and together, in silence, they walked to Kevin’s trailer. It was late when they entered his humble abode. The only light that burned was a glow from the microwave’s clock. Kevin paused, not sure what or how to proceed. Seth could see the bed ahead of them; he walked to it, lowered his loincloth and climbed beneath the sheets with his back to Kevin.

In the darkness, Seth could hear him disrobe, hear each piece of clothing as he removed it and tossed it aside. It was then that the covers shifted, Kevin climbed into bed and all that either of them heard was their labored breathing and the pounding of their hearts.

Then he felt the brush of fingers — his wondrous fingers — a touch so light and yet like lightning. Kevin’s caress, almost like a whisper, moved with an excruciating slowness, up and down Seth’s spine. Seth felt the hot moist pressure of Kevin’s lips against the nape of his neck and following the path that his fingers had taken. His arms moved around Seth’s waist, and his hand cupped and squeezed his chest.

Kevin’s thumb moved with the same, almost tortuous lightness of caress around Seth’s nipple before sliding down his midriff, abdomen and between his thighs, his hand cupping the fullness of Seth’s balls. He moved his hand to the swollen length of Seth’s erection. There he stroked with an enticing practice of rhythm, knowledge, and purpose that brought a spasm racing through Seth. When he turned Seth to him, Seth was glad of the darkness that would at the least cloak the mindless thirst that had seized him for more of his touch.

Kevin kissed Seth. It was neither hurried nor feverish, but it lingered, deepened into a kiss that spoke more than words ever could. Seth met the deep passion of his kiss with a hunger, a rage of need, and allowed his hands to fall upon Kevin. His fingers delved through Kevin’s thick mat of hair on his chest, curled to his shoulders, dared to stroke along the length of his back, and feel the hard muscle of structure of his ass.

He moved his hand low against Kevin’s abdomen, still consumed by the overwhelming force and seduction of Kevin’s lips against his own, did what came naturally, curling his long, slender fingers around the shaft of his sex. The pulse and power of his erection only stirred the coil of desire within Seth, and by the time he pulled Seth beneath him and eased his manhood deep into him, Seth was near frenzy when his climax seized him. Then is seemed that there was fire in his heart where only embers had burned, that the stars outside filled the darkness where there was nothing but the ceiling and yet, Seth had never felt like this before, ever. Kevin was his first to take him to this place.

Seth clung to Kevin’s shoulders as Kevin’s body moved within him, his rhythm neither urgent nor slow, but one of waiting — waiting for Seth to come down and then rise with him again.

“Are you alright, Seth,” he asked, but instead of responding verbally, Seth answered with a kiss.

Seth moved to meet each thrust, his ass squeezing Kevin’s cock each time it buried itself deep within him. They were not fucking; Kevin was making love to him. No man could put such emotion, such power into this and it not be love. Seth could feel Kevin’s need, because his rhythm quickened and his manhood, as if possible, had grown larger.

“I’m going to cum, Seth,” he whispered against Seth’s ear, and when he began to pull out, Seth wrapped his legs tighter around Kevin’s waist and rode his cock.

“Stay and fill me with your love,” Seth whispered back and then kissed him.

With their mouths joined in passion, Kevin’s cock erupted with volcanic force, sending his molten seed deep into Seth.

“Stay the night, Seth?” It was a question, not a demand.

“And what happens in the morning?” Seth asked.

“We go together to the boss man and we find something for you to do in the show. I want more than this also, Seth. I want to know what it is to hold you though the night and wake up in the morning to see you beside me.”

“Really, Kevin, do you truly mean those words,” Seth asked, tears falling down his cheek as he looked at this man whom he didn’t really know.

“I do, and I promise that you won’t ever regret staying. I know that there may be things about me you may not like, but then, I am sure that you have a quirk or two.”

“Kevin, there is nothing that I can imagine not liking about you.”

“My snoring sounds like a run away freight train, or so I’ve been told.”

Seth became quiet; he even seemed to pull away from Kevin. Kevin sensing the sudden change pulled him back.

“What is it, for I feel the sudden change in you?”

“What is Darrin to you?” he asked and yet, fearing the answer.

“Truthfully, Darrin was a friend with benefits, nothing more. Whenever we needed — well, we were there for each other. But I promise you that if you stay, I’ll never again see him.”

“Never say never for it tempts the fates,” Seth said. “Darrin was good, but then you know this. The thing is, I want a monogamous relationship, and if that is something you see as a problem for you, tell me now, before my heart gets crushed.

“If it matters that much to you, we’ll go to him together and tell him of our relationship and its rules.”

“I’d like that, Kevin. I want our relationship to be built on love as well as trust. I also don’t want us to ever go to be angry. If it takes all night, we stay up and talk it out until we agree.”

“I agree totally and just think, just imagine the great make up sex we’ll have,” he said as he pulled Seth atop him. “Now handsome, take me and make love to me,” he said, lifting his legs around Seth’s waist.

Seth eased his cock into Kevin and over the next half hour, they made love.

“I’m falling in love with you,” Kevin whispered against the back of Seth’s head.

“So am I with you, stud; now go to sleep,” he said, wriggling back against Kevin’s growing cock.

They drifted off to sleep with Kevin’s cock buried deep within Seth.

The End

Posted: 10/18/13