Soaring with a Hawk

Here is my second story on eXcessica.com. I hope you find it sufficienty erotic and romantic:

http://excessica.com/index.php/books/soaring-with-a-hawk-by-kenn-dahll/

Aaron, at nineteen the oldest son of a pioneer family, had discovered the joys of masturbation and was practicing his art naked in the woods while the rest of the family had gone into town to attend church. As he strokes his long, hard shaft, he is interrupted by a handsome young Indian brave, Soaring Hawk. Clad only in a deerskin loin cloth, Hawk, as he asked Aaron to call him, is instantly attracted to the handsome and well-endowed white youth. Over many stolen Sundays they explore each others’ bodies in the myriad of ways two horny young males are capable of devising. In the process they fall deeply in love. When they are discovered in the middle of an act of what the puritanical standards of the time would call sodomy, they are forced to flee westward.

EXCERPT:
Two weeks later he was at the cabin as soon as Pa and the rest of the family were out of sight down the dirt road. He had to have been watching the road from a hiding place for a couple of hours. We hugged again and kissed, that time our tongues explored each other’s wet mouths causing tingly feelings in my groin. However, when I reached to stroke his weapon, Hawk held my hand back. “No, this time I give your lance the gift of many tongues.”

He squatted on the ground, took hold of my rigid male member and licked at the tip which was coated with a slippery fluid. “Good God!” I swore. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting of your life force.” He flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip and along the sides. He even prodded beneath my loose foreskin. I was dancing from the multitude of sensations and sweat poured down my hairless chest and from my underarms.

“God damn!” I yelled when his mouth covered the tip of my shaft. “Holy shit!” was my response as more and more of my rod’s hardness disappeared between his luscious, crimson lips. I stared in amazement when his chin rested against my ball sack. My entire member was not just in his mouth, it descended into his throat. Hawk applied a sucking pressure and pulled his lips back until only the tip of my tool remained in his mouth. Then he dropped his lips back down to the few blond hairs I had at the base of my rod. Before he repeated this too many time I couldn’t hold back the torrent of juices bubbling up from my testicles which flooded his throat. I could barely breathe, let alone speak, as I retracted my shaft from his mouth and collapsed on the ground. The Indian brave lay next to me and held me tightly as I recovered from the earth shaking experience.