Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental...
Constructive feedback is good and welcome, bitchy flame mail is not.
Feedback to questions received: Our hero Ooxa... "What is up with the pronunciation (spelling)?" The Mandan language has sounds and letters that do not appear in the English. Just as there are letters in English that have no corresponding Mandan letter. "X" is one of those empty letters. So the "X" was re-purposed for a Mandan sound that has no letter. Take the tip of your tongue and rest it behind your bottom teeth. Take the back of your tongue and softly push it towards the roof of your mouth. Now without tension, make the soft sound of a cat hissing.
To my Mandan readers: I meant no insult with my overly simplified English phonetic (OH-oh-Ha). I was just trying to move the story along.
- Izzy
* * * *
The patrolman smiled back in my direction. "It's really coming down now. It's only a matter of time. They're going to shut down the pass any minute. I guess it's a good thing that I crossed your path when I did."
"Oh yeah, it's been the luckiest day of my life." I replied back smartly. What difference does a couple of fucking years on a driver's license make. Clearly a lot more than I thought. Uncle Nels is going to be so disappointed. I still sit in this police cruiser with my hands handcuffed behind my back. Still wondering how I got here and remembering...
* * * *
It was as if Mike and I had just closed our eyes when we heard the pounding on the door and my cousin shouting "Ooxa you are late. You might want to know that Michael is missing as well."
I threw on my bathrobe and wobbled to the door. Cracking it open I told my cousin "I will be right there." The musky smell of stale sex hit his nose and he smiled.
"I was kidding about you having duty. You have the day off to, ummm recover, but we really do need Mike."
"I think I know where I can find him. As soon as he has a shower, and something to eat, I'll send him your way." The fuzzy blur that was Mike, crossed behind me running to the shower. I smiled blushing at Shehek and closed the door.
True to my word I made a breakfast burrito for Mike. I patted his ass as he ran out the door for the field. I did notice he winced as my hand made contact with to his, I hope, well pleasured backside.
* * * *
I walked around and admired the art on the back of the trailer again. I saw a very tired Charlie staggering towards the bunkhouse. I noticed the layer of grime on him as I was winching the deck down. He heard the sound of the winch releasing and walked in my direction. He helped me set and level the back deck. "Charlie I hear the bunkhouse showers are down. Mine still works, do you want to get that layer of filth off of you before you turn in?"
"Hell yes little guy! That would be so great, thanks." With that he ran off and got clean clothes and shower supplies. I kept thinking to myself if something happens great, I'm not going to force it. I had seen his cock once in the communal showers. My mouth was watering and my ass was throbbing just thinking about it.
Shehek rounded the corner of my tiny house with a look of concern. "You know Ooxa he is married."
"She is in Denver, and he is lonely. You know the warriors in the old days could have several wives including mihdacke. Still, he's just coming over to take a shower."
"You know the showers are not broken?"
"You mean Michael lied to me!" I feigned shock, poorly of course.
My cousin presented me a box of condoms with a bow on top. "You will know when you meet the other half of your heart. Until then protect yourself. Also, you may want to empty your mailbox." I took his gift. I knew he loved me, and wanted to keep me safe. I hugged him and thanked him.
I was also curious to find out what he meant. I went to the mailbox on the end of the house, and found it filled with boxes of condoms. Each had a card saying "have fun" in a different man's script. It was nice seeing that I had so many people wanting me not to be self-destructive. What was odd was I recognized the handwriting on one of the boxes was Mike's, the man who just rode me without a condom...
I had just dropped the boxes on the table when Charlie knocked on the door. He pounded his feet off on the landing and entered the entry removing his boots. He passed me a box of Magnum condoms. "These are for you squirt... Well maybe not for you, but you might need them for, ummmm guests, ummmm I guess." I laughed as I walked to the dining room table and put them on the pile.
He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. "We all love you squirt. We just want you to be safe out there. It's not like when we were kids. There's a lot of scary shit out there. I think Eddie Murphy said it best, someday they're going to come out with a bug that just causes your pecker to burn and fall off."
"Okay Charlie..." I turned and gave him a big hug. "Tell the guys, I'll be careful." I opened the cabinet exposing the collection of condoms I had already amassed. "Considering these things do expire, I'd better start fucking like a bunny."
Charlie laughed at the image and change the conversation. "Hey pal, I'm going to be driving down to Denver to see the Mrs. I'd kind of like to follow behind you to make sure that you get through the first level of the mountains safely. What route are you taking to Burning Man?"
"Well I've made arrangements to reservation hop my way there. That way I don't have to pay for hook-up fees at trailer parks. First I will camp on Pine Ridge Reservation with friends of family near Porcupine Creek in Rockyford, South Dakota. Next I will stop at Myton, Utah on the Uintah and Ouray Reservation.
The third leg will be the longest at about 11 hours. I'll dump the tanks and fill the water bladders somewhere along that stretch. Then I will arrive at Black Rock City, Nevada and Burning Man."
"Mag, now why am I not surprised that you have this planned down to the last detail." This was the first time anyone referred to me as Mag, not little Mag. It felt really good hearing someone use Grandad's name for me.
I drew the curtains and closed the privacy doors. "Enjoy your shower Charlie." I was not going to push. "Charlie would you like a bit of breakfast before you turn in? I have enough fixings for a few more burritos. If that doesn't interest you, I can always reheat the hot dish."
I heard the water start running. "Oooh, casserole sounds good."
"Charlie you've been in the state for four years now. You should know by now, hot dish is better than casserole." We folks from Nodak do get a little bit pissy about our hot dish. Hot dish is wonderful, It has a heavy starch, with cream of mushroom soup, vegetables (normally some peas and carrots), a ground meat (more than likely ground beef), topped with tater tots and cheese.
It was so heavy, I knew if I fed it to Charlie he would be out cold within a few minutes. Damn... I thought. Oh well, at least he'll be following me down to Wounded Knee. Maybe I could try to fit him in there. I put the hot dish in the convection oven to rewarm it. He started singing off-key in the shower. Well not everyone can have a great voice like Mike.
Charlie emerged from the shower, sliding the privacy doors open. He was wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and black nylon running shorts on his huge frame. I had no idea where he was hiding his huge python but I could see it bulging the front of his shorts.
I motioned him to the now clean dining room table. I put a plate with a healthy sized portion of hot dish in front of him. "Call it casserole and I won't give you wine to go along with it." I was holding the bottle of Lambrusco that Mike left behind and a couple of glasses.
He smiled and said "I'm looking forward to enjoying this hot dish... " He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to the table, "... and maybe a bit of this hot dish for dessert?" My cousins words went through my head and I thought of Charlie's wife. My head dropped and my lip disappeared inside my mouth.
"What's wrong Mag, you seemed interested a while ago?"
I poured his wine and said "Nothing." He pushed and I replied, "I know how much you love your wife and I don't want you to feel guilty afterwards."
He laughed, "Mag, she knows I occasionally get a little trim on the side. We have an open marriage. She even knows I occasionally find myself a cute young guy like you. Hell Mag, I have shared photos of you with her." He pulled out his phone and opened his email. She actually gave him suggestions on what to do with me.
I read through some of the suggestions and could only reply with,"Golly!" I set the bottle of wine and my glass down on the table. I went back over and got a scoop of hot dish out for myself. When I turned around Charlie had already poured me a glass of wine. I could also see up the leg of his nylon shorts. I could clearly see the fabric of the jockstrap that was cradling his massive cock and balls.
I sat across from him as we enjoyed the leftovers. His knee rubbed against mine under the narrow table. I enjoyed the contact with such a manly man. He spoke. "It's so quiet in here. In the bunkhouse all we can hear is the constant ka-chunk ka-chunk of the wells. I can't hear them at all."