Readers because this is a story, be aware that everything will not necessarily be geographically and historically correct. Remember it is just a story. Do not be upset if the twists and turns don't mirror your desires because after all this is my story, so if you choose to evaluate it, remember to do so on its merits not on whether or not you would have written it this way. My hope is that you will read and enjoy it. You may chuckle or even shed a tear but when you are finished, I hope that you can say, "This was a good story!"
"BIG TREES DON'T FALL BEFORE THE END OF SUMMER RAIN."
In 1861, the state of Kansas decided to abolish the awful and degrading practice of negro slavery. As a result, several groups of newly freed slaves migrated into the area. One of those families was the Lowe family, freed slaves of Ian Lowe in Mississippi, originally from Scotland. The family comprised Jesse and Hattie Lowe and their fourteen children. The youngest of whom was Barry.
The family had been enslaved on the Lowe farm and after having been freed, were now trying to find somewhere to settle and scratch out a living. They ended up in Kansas.
One day, Jesse Lowe, was working in the small garden plot that he was trying to cultivate and came across a badly injured Indian boy curled up under a tree. His pony had stumbled in an unexpected hole, and he had been thrown to the ground landing on a jagged rock. Jesse came upon him, realized that he was not dead but just severely injured. He picked him up and took him to the shack where he and his family lived. Hattie, his wife, nursed him back to health over a period of three weeks. The boy was Barry's age, and as he recovered, the two of them developed a close friendship.
Jesse decided to see if he could find the tribe where the boy came from. Using what little sign language, they could, the boy seemed to be telling them that he knew where his people were, so one day, Jesse loaded up his mule cart and accompanied by Barry, set out to see if they could find his tribal village. After two days, they came across and Indian settlement and the young boy, Tecumseh, guided Jesse to the teepees.
Their arrival was heralded with great joy by the Indians and Jesse discovered that Tecumseh was the Chief's son for whom they had long been searching.
Tecumseh explained to his father what happened and how Jesse and his family had taken care of him. Joyously the chief made Jesse a blood brother and guaranteed that he and his family would always be safe among his people.
The Chief, "Running Bear," invited Jesse to stay a while, but Jesse told him that his family was up north, and he had to return, but as a measure of acceptance of his hospitality, he would leave Barry and would come back in a few weeks to pick him up. Tecumseh was elated.
Unfortunately, on returning home, Jesse had to quickly take his family into hiding as some slavers from the South were trying to capture them and take them back. Jesse shot two of them in his effort to avoid abduction, and had to flee further west with his family, to escape lynching for shooting a white man. Another Indian tribe protected them, and Barry had to remain with Chief "Running Bear" and the Apache tribe. Jesse knew that he would be safe as "Running Bear" would take care of him, but it took many years before he would see Barry again.
While living with the tribe, Barry took a shine to the medicine man and followed him around. He learned what herbs and concoctions the medicine man used to treat sickness in the tribe. The Medicine man taught him to identify plants and how to use them, and he became quite adept at it.
Barry and Tecumseh were inseparable and engaged in all the things that young boys do. The flirted with the young women, teased them and spied on older women when they bathed, but they also learned to hunt, fish and fight. Barry grew rapidly and at eighteen, he was six feet, four inches tall and powerfully built, so much so that the Indians named him "Big Tree!"
After a year of not hearing anything from Jesse, "Running Bear" adopted "Big Tree" as his son. Tecumseh could not have been happier.
"Big Tree" and Tecumseh went through their rights of passage together and he became a respected member of the tribe.
The Indian girls were intrigued by his black skin, which was like ebony, and always wanted to rub it and feel how soft his hair was. He allowed them to do it sometimes, especially if they were beautiful.
One of them had seen his cock when he lifted his loin cloth to pee in the woods and was thunderstruck by its size, because it was way bigger than those of most of the Indian men that she had seen. It wasn't humongous really; it was about six inches when flaccid but quite thick. It was also very black and had a dark purple head which she said, reminded her of a wild turkey egg!
Naturally, she shared the news with her friends and quite quickly the word spread among the young girls. Little did they know that when it got hard, it grew to an elegant, thick eight inches!
While they were not able to take advantage of this information, some of the older women whose husbands had been killed in raids, did. The tribe took care of women whose husbands were lost in battle by allowing them to become wives to their late husbands' brothers. If their deceased husbands did not have brothers, and they had no one to take them, the tribe set aside teepees for them, so that they could live together and help each other. These women shared information between each other as to which braves were willing to sexually service them too, and they all kept that knowledge secret.
Tecumseh knew that one of the perks of being the chief's son was that when he came of age, a few of these women were also designated as sexual tutors for him. One of their roles was to teach him how to make love and how to please a woman. The idea was that the Chief would be sexually superior to the other men in the tribe, and this was one way to make sure of it. Because of his adoption, "Big Tree" shared in this benefit and after a short time of tutelage, his quick mind and big dick made him a favorite among them.
Truth be told, after a short while of instruction, the women found that they did not need to tutor him. Most of the time they just enjoyed his prowess!
His first lesson was delivered by a very experienced and mature, Indian woman called "Sitting on a water hole." "Big Tree" was never sure why she received that name; if it was because her mother gave birth to her at a water hole or if she was capable of producing such significant copious vaginal secretions, that she was viewed as sitting on a waterhole! What he did discover after his first "lesson" was that when she came, everything withing three feet became inundated with her effusion!
She took him into a small cave in the woods reserved for this purpose and had him remove his loin cloth. When she saw his cock, she was flabbergasted. Like a python, it was beginning to lengthen and when she removed her buckskin dress and showed him her naked body, it rose like a cobra and began to wave at her!
As the experienced woman that she was, she tried to maintain her composure, but dread had entered her heart. She was not used to anything close to this size! To delay her intimate contact with this appendage, she decided to have him first examine her body and learn about it.
