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Old Friends & Good Time	By : highgomin Category: 1 through F > Daniel Boone Views: 1307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

John and Mingo left the Elspeth's and John Dunsmore three days later. Lord Dunsmore and his son had spent many hours alone, either in the library or in the garden; they had finally made peace with each other. Mingo would write monthly if not more, hoping that letters would reach him in due time; Lord Dunsmore would do the same. Mingo would not promise to go to London for a visit, but he understood his father's request. John Dunsmore even said "Come as Mingo, the Cherokee. For you are my son." He promised to think about it. John Dunsmore had left the money for the passage to John Nelson, who had access to banking assets, if Mingo chose to visit London, before Dunsmore's death.
They had left in good terms. Mingo was happy, and received, with inner joy, his father long embrace when they separated.
John and Mingo were now going to the stables of Andrew Smithy; John had left his horse there five days ago, hoping the new shoes would help the tender leg. Mingo had agreed to let John buy him a horse, as John was good for riding a long distance, but not good for trekking on foot.
"I feel like I have been bought. My father left you a draft for my ship fare, should I decide to go to London and you brought me a horse to reach Chota." Mingo wondered aloud, climbing on the tall strong mare John purchased for him a few moments earlier.
"Your father knows that you will never claim your inheritance.� John simply told him earnestly. "As for me buying you a horse, I have already claimed my inheritance, and made it quite profitable. You know very well I could not walk to your village".
Mingo smiled. John laughed. And they were on their way to Kentucky, riding side by side, plenty of provisions and warm blankets for cool nights.
By the third night, Mingo decided that he had had enough of the road, and picked a well travelled path that he knew John would not consider a road.
"Our horses will fare fine and I will be able to find our way much better. Also we'll be more alone from now on; travelers will keep to the road," Mingo was hinting easily, a hand reaching across his horse nearer John's own mare. "Come closer, I need to touch you, my friend. It has been a week since we were alone enough to touch.�
John did more than that; he reigned in his horse, smoothly got off, tying the animal to the closes tree and drew Mingo down with a strong pull on his thigh.
As soon as Mingo hit the ground, he was seized by his smaller lover, who nonetheless proves to be his equal in all but size.
"Private enough here and now, Mingo," he said laughing. He quickly started to shed his coat and shirt off, watching Mingo, watching him.
"I could watch you for as long as life. But I think it might be colder after. You'll forgive me if I leave you to set camp while I gather some wood, my love?"
"You are all the warmth I need. Stay here." John's tone left nothing but the urgency of need shines through. Mingo stayed by his side, helping him undress, caressing his skin, touching him in the most intimate way. John received all the touches, and when Mingo long right hand encircled his very aroused member, he moaned deeply and called out, "Oh, my love, oh my love, yes, please more and more".
Mingo didn't stop the hand caresses, but he switftly bent down. As one knee touched the ground, the other slightly bent to accomodate his tall frame. He now had access to John's aroused member. He opened his lips, his mouth to engulf him and taking him deep, making sure his pleasure was going to be quite agreeable.
John was standing, his knees were buckling under the shivers coursing through his body; he grabbed onto Mingo's thick hair.

Mingo let go of John's member as soon as his hair got pulled to hard.
"John, lean against the tree there!"

Unsteadily, John backed up a few steps as if in a drunken stupor of emotions. Mingo got up quickly, as aroused as John. He pushed his lover roughly against the bark, scratching his back violently in the process. He kissed him as deep as he had taken his penis, then he let go.
"Don't you dare come quickly now. We have been apart for decades, you better make this last for me," ordered Mingo who knelt completely this time in front of his older friend.
He opened his mouth wider, swallowed John's glistening, anticipating organ. He grasped softly his testicles with his right hand, ready to squeeze a little if John was going to show signs of coming too fast. John's penis was covered with Mingo's saliva and his own precum. Mingo was savoring every lick he gave.
Everytime, Mingo felt that John might come, he would lightly squeeze his balls, he would pull away a little; John was moaning incoherently at this point, grasping the tree behind him. His only conscious level aimed solely at not hurting the man who was bestowing such infinitesimal incredible pleasure. At last, Mingo allowed him to come, and the Cherokee swallowed every ounce of his friend's seed, in order to give him every last piece of shivering delight.
John's knees could not longer support him, his breath was short, nearly painful and his eyes blurry; Mingo rose efficiently with his natural grace, licking his lips and using his right arm to support John's back. Then he lifted him up, cradled him in his arms and deposited him softly on the ground.
"Don't move, dear heart, I'll gather a blanket and water for you. Don't move."
John was beyond moving.
*****
By the time Mingo came back to John, the Englishman was laying on his side, watching the tall Cherokee walk. His breath was back to regular, and his eyes were shining with love. John watched Mingo walking toward him with blankets, bundles and pack. He let Mingo set up the camp area, but kept his sight on the tall Indian.
Mingo bent down toward John and asked him, "Ready to lie down properly over there on a clean warm blanket?"
"You are all the warmth I need, Mingo. It is time to reciprocate now, I believe."
"What would you offer, John?" Mingo asked in a mischevious tone.
John stared at his lover, knowing Mingo, would not ask what John would not freely give. But then John had offered before, to two other men, despite the rape years ago. Mingo would be a patient and caring lover; yes, John was willing. But he was not beyond tease himself.
"You probably don't need much more beside my hand on you; I mean you left me alone, after the best orgasm possible, not requiring anything yourself. I think you do not desire me as much as I desire you. That's what I think. So you can have my hand. My left hand of course." John was a leftie and they both knew it. "Unless you have a desire?�
"I have a desire. I had that desire since you first kiss me, when I was 16. I will wait for you to offer it, John. For now, I would take your hand, your mouth, your touch on me, everywhere. Taste me, John. You will savor my need of you."
John watched Mingo as he took his clothes off. Such a tall strong man, such long hair, such a warrior and such a man with his own value and principles. Mingo had much in common with a tall red-hair Scot man; John needed to think in term of Mingo, solely Mingo. Mingo deserved the best of John, for he was himself offering the best of him.

"I will offer, Mingo. That I swear on my mother's head, and my mother live still. Allow me to offer on my own, when the look of you makes me dream of you inside me. I will offer that which I do not give easy. In the meantime, I will not take from you, what I am not offering. Let me touch you, and spoil you with hands and mouth. Let me devour you, Mingo. Let us be together in this fashion, on this road, traveling to meet your people. Allow this Mingo for now; for you are dear, precious, I have missed you in all those years. We have much to share and learn about each other. Let me love your body in my own fashion."
At those simple words, Mingo laid himself down, naked and aroused, on his blanket. John rose on all four, crawling toward his goal, the chest, the amazing chest of the Cherokee and slowly, started to feed himself on the skin, rivelets of sweats, shivers of desires.
John started by caressing the muscular chest, then his mouth attached itself to the right nipple, erect, and in need. He suckled on Mingo for a bit, then his tongue started to lavish the chest with tiny licks, and his teeth bit lightly without leaving marks. Mingo was moaning with despair, lifting his hips in demand. His penis shone in the mid day light, glistening. His neck and his hair were wet with sweat, anticipation making the demands of his body visible. John was licking every part of the torso, the neck; he used one hand to undo the binding on Mingo's braids, so that, afterward, he could comb the long hair with his finger. Mingo extended his right hand to his groin, only to have John swipe it away.
"Don't. Your body is mine," commanded John, his voice low, nearly a growl.
Mingo looked deep into John's eyes; the Englishman was aroused yet again, his eyes shone with unbridled excitation.
They kissed. As their needs of each other rose, they kissed deeply, drowningly, endlessly it, seemed to both.
Neither knew who released the other. Oxygen deprivation, eroticism, needs to complete the act to its final grandiose termination.
Mingo turned himself around, using elbows and knees and his mouth reached John's very pink and engorged penis. He felt John's tongue on the underside of his own, and could not keep from letting out a loud scream when John suddenly swallowed both testicles deep into his mouth.
John came first, exhausted from the first orgasm. But Mingo followed soon after, and they collapsed for a while, not moving, side by side. Mingo realized he was more exhausted than John.
They slept throughout most of the day, entwined in each other's arms, seeds, sweat and love all roll into one, in the cool day of the fall.
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