In 18- I decided it was time to head west. I was a young man who had spent the last year working in one of the "gentlemen's clubs", basically a whorehouse where men went to fuck other men, in New York City.
I had been raised in rural Ohio as a member of an ultra-conservative/separatist religious sect and had no other plans in life than living out my life as part of that community. Until, that is, the evening that my father found me in the barn with the neighbor's cock firmly lodged up my ass. I was thrown out that night and told never to return which sounded like a good idea to me, too, actually. I had acquired enough skills that I could feed and shelter myself from the resources of the wilds around me until I slowly made my way to the cities where I learned that I had other skills useful in supporting myself. This is how I wound up as a prostitute in a male bordello. Thanks to my strict upbringing I didn't share the failings of my co-workers that always left them broke and desperate...I had saved up quite a nest egg and I was really sick and tired of New York and the house where I worked so I hatched a plan to move to wild and wooly San Francisco which I had heard many stories about. The only problem was there was an entire country between here and there and at that time there was no easy way to make the journey.
I finally made contact through a discreet newspaper ad with a small group who was making the journey by wagon. They turned out to be part of another religious sect who was somewhat aware of the sect I came from so they were welcoming to me. I kept all mention of my current situation from them and concentrated on playing up my past and my woodsman skills to the effect that 2 weeks later I found myself astride a horse and following along behind the wagon containing that grim group.
The journey together was uneventful and maddeningly slow and I made sure to keep myself to myself but eventually we found ourselves on the northern prairies miles from cities and men. We were running low on supplies and what we had were going bad and we hadn't had much luck with hunting in those vast empty spaces with the result that we were all suffering from stomach complaints of varying severity. Mine seemed the least serious but still I found myself a couple of times a day running as fast as possible into the sheltering bushes to relieve a violent call of nature. That was what happened the day that changed my life.
I had had to travel a fair piece from our camp, perhaps half a mile, to find sufficient coverage to do my business and I was squatted in the foliage thinking that my digestion was finally returned to normal when I heard gunshots and then screams. I hitched up my drawers and made my way on hands and knees, sheltering in the undergrowth, until I was close enough to see what was happening. A large group of men, the rebel deserters from the last war who had taken to marauding in the vastness of the prairies, had stumbled upon our little encampment. By the time I was in viewing distance, my traveling companions were already dead and the robbers were loading up what was left of our supplies, our weapons and horses.
That put paid to my current travel plans and after the villains rode off I found myself utterly alone and weaponless on a vast empty prairie land. I tried to find some useful items at our plundered camp but the robbers had taken everything of any practical value and I really didn't want to be around so much death anyway so I struck out on foot thinking that if I kept walking I'd eventually wind up somewhere that there were other people.
The first week or so wasn't bad, I was able to forage edible plants and snare some small game. The worst part was a lack of water. I rationed myself as best I could but even so, I eventually found myself without. I hadn't seen anything resembling a pond or stream and had been reliant on rainwater gathered in shallow depressions up till then, now even they had dried up. I walked on, for a few days sucking a pebble to keep some moisture in my mouth but eventually even that trick failed. I was getting weaker, crazed by thirst and only walking by sheer willpower when I came over a small rise and saw the most glorious sight I could ever remember. About a mile in the distance was a small stream, almost a river, meandering through a copse of trees. I used my last strength to break into a shambling run and soon threw myself down on the muddy bank and drank my fill. I had never felt so relieved.
I must have passed out or fallen asleep because when I came to consciousness, I opened my eyes to see a moccasin clad foot inches from my head. I turned my head enough to scan up the bare legs of the foot's owner and when I came to the suede loincloth at the crotch I paused. I'd been doing without dick for the last few weeks and what I saw in the loincloth looked pretty good, the outlines of two large balls and a snake of fat cock tucked over them. Scanning up further, I took in a flat belly, a sinewy, muscular chest and finally the handsome face of an Indian staring down at me.
No word was spoken but suddenly I was grabbed by my arms and hauled upright by two more Indian men that I'd been unaware of behind me. I looked at all three as they stood holding me and I was aware of a resemblance and wondered if they were brothers. They were all very handsome and well built and even though I was probably moments from death it didn't stop me from checking out their bodies and fully packed loincloths, too. The largest, who I had seen first, I designated Brother 1. He had a magnificent hairless body, his muscles long and lean under the copper skin and large dark nipples on his firm chest. Brother 2 was younger, not so muscular but again slim and taut. Brother 3 was the youngest, he seemed to be just leaving adolescence and he was not only thinner but also slightly shorter than the others.
Brother 1 said something in their language and the other two dragged me over to a nearby tree and propped me against it.
He said something else and my two captors began ripping my clothes off and eventually I stood there nude before them. One of the men tied a cord around my wrist, then pulled my arms backward around the tree and fastened the cord to the other so that I was tied facing them.
They spoke among themselves for a moment and I saw one of them pointing at my dick. I should mention here that as part of the religious obligations of the sect I came from, all of the men were circumcised, which was not a common practice in that time. I'm sure it was the first time that my captors had seen a circumcised cock and that was the subject of discussion.
One of the men came over and stood in front of me and grabbed my dick and tried to slide a nonexistent foreskin over my cock head with several strokes. There being none, he was unsuccessful but my cock started to harden from his attention and he laughed. He pulled his loincloth to the side and flopped out a large uncircumcised cock and pulled his foreskin out from his cock head, then pointed at my dick. I just made the classic universal shrugging motion and he laughed again because by now, after being handled and getting a look at that delicious Indian cock, my dick was standing straight up and arching out from my groin.
