009 "Sunset" by Dr. Abraxas 2011-02-10
I trek west - where Pharaoh went to die. Jagged mountains. Treacherous chasms. Scars from pole to pole where water flowed. Everything is bitter agony. Life is only the past not the future.
The sun with edges melting into mirage is perched to set. Distorted, its proportions more and more monstrous, its features add an element of the alien into the ingredients of that landscape.
I do not recall a time when it was safe to be Indian. Yet he seemed to be impervious to danger. Such inexhaustible grit and determination! God - did I take everything for granted?
I add speed - I will not be later - the objective is afar.
I will not escape the guilt - day by day it whittles my soul. If I had been vigilant about that Sundance? Smarter? Faster? And not given into that idea of invincibility.
Damn. You.
I came out of a dream, exhausted as if I endured from birth to death a whole other lifetime. For a breath I wondered who I was - so total was the illusion. As my eyes adjusted and my ears attuned, I saw I slept within the cavern. That dream, which threatened to be real, faded until only impressions remained, disjointed and chaotic.
With a sigh I turned.
"Tonto?" I asked, confused at the emptiness of the mattress.
He should have returned - the ceremony was ended.
I struggled onto my feet as fear surged through my body. Suddenly, everything felt as though at the verge of collapse. Was the dream about to be prophesy?
A sound slithered into my ears. A light caught at my eyes. Activity was coming at the end of the tunnel. My fear ebbed into elation. I approached the cause of the effect.
I found my prize - Tonto! - naked, his back to my face.
Just as I entered that alcove I caught the sight of his skin. Smooth. Hairless. Well-toned. He unbraided his hair and I watched that knotted lock of raven unravel and spread across from shoulder to shoulder. Thus, free of what man constricted, proud of what Nature endowed, the Indian stepped into a trickle of water.
God - when you constructed such a man, did you not gaze at your work and know it was good?
Tonto was not surprised. When my fingers explored the curves of his cheeks. When my bulge pressed the crack of his ass. He angled his head toward my face just enough that I saw the edges of his features. With a smile and not a word he returned to the business of the shower.
I watched as he worked the soap. While I stood, with my cock warmed between his cheeks, he rubbed the cleanse into his face where the paint was fresh. He brought the soap onto his chest. I helped the lather onto his back.
"You are too beautiful to exist," I whispered, my hands against his chest.
He splashed water onto my face as if to cast a spell - it was too late to repel my attack. I kissed his neck ... then his cheek ... then his lips. All the while he did not resist. Rather, he uttered a sound like a cry, short and cut through a reflex of modesty. Yet I knew the way that sound of strained, frustrated agony forced itself out of his lungs signaled his passions were too great to endure stoically. And were about ready to burst.
"I don't tell you I love you enough."
I rubbed the soap onto his cock. I watched myself stroke his length, rolling his foreskin up and down his tip. Gathering it into a knob. Retracting it into the shaft. I kissed his lips when he got too swollen. I gazed his eyes when I turned my attention from his shaft to his tip, where I teased those most vulnerable parts of his anatomy.
An arm moved onto my waist. An arm clutched at the rock. With those two supports Tonto kept upright as his reactions to my play became more and more erratic.
"Tonto!"
I pressed my body into his body. He tensed, squeezing and shivering. I dug my fingers into his crack. He squirted and drooled, emptying his essence onto my stomach.
"Tonto - we will be together?"
"John - there will be many days and nights and sunsets between us."
I nod, recalling what we promised each other as boys.
At the spot where we exchanged these vows I grasp your feather - all that connects me to you...
END