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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 175 Donate!!!!! KEEP THE TARDIS TURNING IN SPACE AND TIME as well as the boys turning into each other’s bodies with their dicks: http://donate./donate.html DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY AND JESSE 175 Lewis and Clark Episode Six Take Me from July To November July 11, 1804 “Our expedition reached land that is present-day Nebraska. Willard is caught sleeping on guard duty. I called him a rat but that was really Ben, not Willard. He wondered what I was talking about but I was on his side…” I told him so. “We’re on your side.” July 12, 1804 “Willard is convicted by a court martial and sentenced to 100 lashes.” “Once more, I had to turn away from this violent spectacle. Everyone says I’m the harsher one and that’s mostly true, probably true but Jeremy didn’t turn away. Maybe he just forced himself to watch it. I think he’s trying to toughen himself up even more for what’s ahead…a five year trek.” July 18 “Our large expedition reaches land that is present-day Iowa.” July 21 “We reached the Platte River.” July 22-26 “Fairly uneventful days. Everyone is agreeable and/or staying to themselves. Jeremy and I have had sex like nine times…okay, okay, 18 times in the last five days. We’re stayin’ at Camp White Catfish, so named for the channel catfish caught by Goodrich or so Lewis told me. I think he fancies us…both.” July 23 Clark writes, “Sergt Floyd verry unwell a bad cold.” “I’m worried. This was the first mention of Floyd being ill. Jeremy, a history buff —he even went on a tour of some of this trip from hell in our time—since all this shit with the Doctor started some time ago, isn’t sure the exact date and time but he’s sure Floyd’s days are numbered. He might be the only one to die on this trip, which is amazing as it is one of the most dangerous and arduous journeys…” Jeremy was under Jesse, his shaft deep in his hole. “That man, that’s Sergeant Charles Floyd, that man…” Jesse gasped as Jeremy pumped into him slowly, “Do we have avvvvvvvvvffff! Hafta talk about this now?!!!” “When are we gonna talk about it then?” “You told me…that man’s gonna die of fucking bronchitis or appendicitis, and there’s nothing we can do about it…TITTTTT!OWWW!” “Want me to stop?” “Fuck no! Yeah!” “Which is itttahhh! Yeah or no!?” “Don’t fucking stop!” Jeremy bucked his hips up as high as he could so he could get his shaft entirely flush with Jesse’s flesh and deep inside him with his shaft, “If only we had access to the TARDIS, K9, or the Doctor…” Jesse’s belly stretched to face the top of their tent, “What we need is medicine…SIN SIN SIN! OH yeah, baby! CINE!” Jeremy released his seed inside Jesse, “FUCK! THAT…SO…YOU SO FUCKIN’ TIE…TIGHT IGHT!” He lowered Jesse down as Jesse recovered but as he did, he then gripped Jesse’s own shaft and helped him jerk it up and down slowly at first. Jesse had already started on himself as Jeremy’s orgasm was at its height. As Jesse nearly screamed as he came, Jeremy said, “He’s gonna die…it’s written history I’m afraid…” “FACK!” Jesse gasped, uncontrollably as he spewed his seed all over his own chest and belly button. It exploded because at the last moment before eruption, Jeremy released both hands and spread them wide to the side in the air and Jesse let go himself. The manly shaft stood erect and seemingly taken on a life of its own waved and waved until huge explosions of white man load blasted from his dick slit. It took eight shakes of it without touching for it to finish and even then the leaking of solid white meaty cum flowed down the sides of his mushroom head. “What? The org or the idea he has to die.” Jesse huffed and smiled but then his face grew sad. “Both.” August 1 “Hunting’s a thing. I’m sorry to say. Since meeting the Doc, I’ve cut down on my own meat eating and Jeremy’s just about totally vegetarian. Clark’s birthday was today, the stupid homophobe. The expedition celebrates with the best cuts of elk and venison, a beaver tail, and various fruit. The fruit was good.” August 2 “At sunset, the captains meet with six Oto chiefs and some warriors to plan a council for the next day. Gifts are exchanged.” August 3 “Lewis and Clark hold council with Oto and Missouri Indians at Council Bluffs. Peace medals are given, and the air gun is demonstrated. The Frenchman called La Liberte deserts. This makes Lewis really, really mad. I wonder if he had a thing for him or with him. My gaydar, if that’s a thing, Spidey Sensed gayness every time I was around La Liberte. He might have had more liberte than anyone knew. I kinda liked him myself and would’ve jacked him if I could have trusted him. Anyway, he’s gone now and anyone who even seems to want to leave, is gonna face the wrath of Lewis, which I’m sure is as bad as or worse than the Wrath of that guy The Doctor calls Khan all the time. Or was that Captain Kirk? I’m not sure.” August 4 “Moses Reed leaves to retrieve his knife that was left at the council. He does not return. At least he didn’t today. I seem to remember reading that…I don’t know. I can’t remember. Maybe, like Jesse says, I read too much.” August 6 “Drouillard, Reubin Field, Bratton, and Labiche are sent to look for Reed and arrest him for desertion. They do not return either. Could it be alien monsters or underground dwelling mole men with pale faces in a lost civilization? Naw, just kidding. I’m sure they’ll return. Or will they?” August 12 “All of us promised the original Earthlings we would never communicate about where they are, what they are, and what their past was or how they feel about us. I am not worried. They were peaceful, despite how Clark’s men treated them. I wondered about other past races that lived on Earth and had more of a claim to it than human beings. I recall the Doctor telling me about…” August 13-20 Fishing Camp. “Clark and some men catch 318 fish on the 15th and Lewis with others catches about 800 on the 16th. I have to admit to eating a lot of the fish. Jeremy did, too. I guess this veggie thing is harder than I thought. Well, when you’re on the 8 thousand miles trip from hell, you need all the protein you can get. Fuck. Sorry, fish.” August 17 “One of the men sent to catch Reed and the missing La Liberte returns to say that they caught both. The Frenchman got away again, but they are bringing in Reed. I knew he probably lied because since meeting the Doctor and K9, I’ve brushed up a lot on my geography and my directional skills are now fantastic and Reed, when he left, didn’t go in the direction of the last camp we stayed at, which is where he claimed he left his knife. I guess we’re about to see more lashing. Maybe I can go swimming while Jeremy and the other men—some of em’ I think actually like it—it relieves their boredom— watch. Or I can go jerk off down the river.” August 18 Jeremy told Jesse as he emerged from his tent, buttoning up his borrowed shirt. “They’ve returned…with a Frenchman, seven Indian warriors, with two chiefs, one of them named Big Horse…” Jeremy put an eyebrow up. Jesse asked, “Is he named Big Horse because of his…” “Reed confessed to desertion.” “Oh boy,” Jesse was concerned, “What’ll happen to him?” “He was expelled from the Corps.” Jesse was sarcastic when he said and punched the air, waving his arm dramatically. “That’ll teach em…” “There’s more…” “Lashing? 50?” “No, not lashing to be had.” “That’s good.” “Instead he will have to run the gauntlet. Four times.” “That doesn’t sound good.” “He…he’ll have to run between two rows of men who struck him with ropes, clubs, switches, or bundles of switches.” Jesse dropped his smile. “That’s not good.” “It’s worse. A subaltern or a sergeant would walk backwards in front of the prisoner with a sword�or an espontoon�pressed against the man’s belly to keep him from running, while forcing him forward with a rope tied to the man’s wrists.” “What the fuck? That’s barbaric…we’ve seen barbarians in our own past and on other planets that were less…well barbarian.” Jesse started to move forward to protest where the other men were and where he saw Lewis and Clark. Jeremy put a hand on Jesse’s chest. “Jesse…” They locked eyes. Jeremy shook his head. Jesse grit his teeth together between two locked, angry and tight lips. He looked at Jeremy wide eyed. “Get out…of my way.” Jeremy whirled him to the side of the tent where the others could not see them. “Jesse…” he whispered. He let go of Jesse’s arms and shoulders. He took Jesse’s hands in his own. “Please…it has to happen. He’ll survive…” Jeremy breathed in his lover’s face and then neck. He looked down to repeat into the neck. “Well, are you gonna let go?” Jesse asked. “Or am I gonna have to kick that tight ass of your’s.” Jeremy laughed but it was a semi sad laugh. “Things have been quiet between us the men. We have quite a ways to go before we can even begin to think about trying to figure out if one of them is the alien that has the TARDIS…We shouldn’t jeopardize our own…” “This is not like you to let this happen…” “I already tried. I already protested. I already told Lewis and Clark. The won’t hear of it. They have to maintain discipline. Besides, if we let the perps…” Jesse’s eyebrows went up. “The perps?” He smiled. “…get away with this…who knows what else will change in time. If Clark and Lewis listen to us and we change things. The deserters are not punished, maybe others will try to desert, too and the whole expedition falls apart.” “Maybe it should?” Jesse pondered. “It’s not the romantic trek I thought it was when I heard about it when I was in school.” “I know. I feel the same exact way but…we can’t change history. I’m sorry but it has to happen. If we protest too much, we might be running the gauntlet and this time, they’ll be no Doctor or Adam…” Jeremy winced at the mention and memory of Adam. The tall Mormon had saved them from the gallows along with K9 pissing to put out a fire. However, as coincidence happened—the Doctor sometimes says that there’s no such thing as coincidences but like all things the Doctor says he sometimes contradicts himself a few moments, a few hours, a few days, or a few years later. He remembered once the Doctor told them it was a mistake to save everything and clutter one’s pockets but then moments later, he told them it’s a mistake to throw anything out, you might need anything at any time. “Earth to Jeremy…” Jesse said. Jeremy snapped out of his trance. “I’m sorry.” “What? What is it?” Jesse detected. “Reed. He will be sent home in the spring of 1805. He’ll live.” “Not that. Something with you.” Jesse examined his partner’s face carefully. His eyes roamed all over Jeremy looking for an explanation. “I saw Adam again.” “Leigh? Adam Leigh?” “Yeah,” Jeremy let go of Jesse’s hands. Jesse let his hands remain and held Jeremy who tried to turn away. “Now are you gonna let go?” Jeremy briefly made eye contact, quickly flashed a smile, and let his contact drift. He tried to turn away. “What is it? No matter what you can tell me. We have no secrets between us…I mean usually what’s between us is us. Our big…” “I saw Adam again.” Jesse curbed his impatience and sounded more concerned and caring than ever before. It wasn’t lost in Jeremy. “You …already said that. What did he do?” Jeremy puffed. “I’m over it, man. I mean I think bursa yabancı escort I’m over it.” “It doesn’t look like you are, love. I repeat, what did the big guy do?” “The big guy was at the ra…at the station of the cross, Jesus betrayed…” “You mean where you were…” “Yeah, raped. I never should have told you about that. Or the Doc. That I was raped by that star …motorcycle thing.” “Of course, you should have,” Jesse looked hurt for a moment but he felt more for Jeremy’s plight. “I love…we love you. You seemed fine” “I’ve had sex with a star.” Jeremy smiled. “I guess I can’t really consider it a rape or that bad. I mean I have a lot of sex…” “I know…” “But…okay, so telling you was okay. It’s just that…I’ll get over the other thing, too.” Jesse looked confused and took Jeremy’s hands to his mouth and kissed them. He pulled Jeremy into himself and kissed his mouth. Jeremy looked from side to side. “Jess…” “I don’t care…” “You have to. If we’re to survive…” “What did Adam do, for fuck’s sake?” “Bad choice of words.” Jeremy smiled. “Did he rape you, too? I mean if I had to be raped I’d consider from Adam that it would be…” “No,” Jeremy laughed. “No. Adam was there. I…I was desperate. He …I called out for him to help me.” “And?” Jesse looked at Jeremy. Jeremy stared. Jesse guessed. “He did nothing. He ran away?” “There were children he was with…so he had to…” “I don’t care about them…” “Yes, you do.” Jeremy gave him a patronizing stare. Jesse looked down. Jeremy went on, “…I guess it was some kind of summer camp he was with. He couldn’t risk leaving them or making them a target.” Jesse’s face turned red. He hugged Jeremy close to him and then let him go. He turned away. “The next time I see that big muscle head, I’m going to kill him.” “No, you’re not.” “Oh no!? Why not?” Jesse took up a branch from the ground. He slammed it into his opposite hand. “I’m so gonna ground him into meat and then maybe I’ll eat him…out.” Jeremy sighed. He maneuvered himself to Jesse’s front. He bent to look at Jesse, who was bent. “Dear. Man. Dear man. I know it’s only because you love me. I just think…don’t make me sorry I told you.” “Does fuck face know?” “The Doctor?” “Who else would I mean?” Jeremy smiled-sighed-laughed. “Are you ever going to forgive him for Theon?” “No. Yes. Are you going to forgive Adam?” “Already done,” Jeremy snapped back in a light hearted manner. “Sure. You’re sure?” “Yep.” Jeremy smiled at him. “And no, the Doctor doesn’t…well, you know how sometimes you think the Doctor doesn’t know something and then somehow he does…from telepathy or knowing what’s going to happen or from being there or something?” “Yeah…” Jesse groaned, knowing how annoying that could be. “I get the feeling…this feeling that he might…but I’m not sure. I’ll tell him some time…” “Sometime…” Jesse frowned. He turned and picked up a rock and tossed it, then realized he still held the branch he wanted to bash Adam with. “He should have helped you.” “Well, look at it this way. The Doctor always feels bad about putting us in danger and even wanted to leave us on Earth once or twice…” “I remember that…” “…so maybe Adam’s right in protecting the kids. Maybe that thing would have gone after them. They had more life to live in the future…he couldn’t let it kill them…” Jesse threw the branch high over some trees. “Fuck. I’m sorry.” “I know.” They hugged. One of the men came over to them. “Blokes. I know you went through a lot with the Injuns n’ all but don’t let the other men see you like that?” They laughed and parted. “What do you want, Private Dame…” Jesse asked and then darted a look to Jeremy. “He’s a private dame. Is he a girl?” “Jesse, no time for joking…” “You’re wanted to help set up the gauntlet…” “Uh, that would be NO,” Jesse quickly snapped. “Uhh…what’ll I tell Lew…” Jesse cut him off. “To go bugger himself.” “It means fuck…himself.” Jeremy added. “I… I feared I might get the brunt of his anger if I telled him something like that, masters…” “John. Tell him that it’s against our beliefs. Our religion.” “Aye.” John left right away, his face red. “They’ll accept that.” Jeremy interjected before Jesse could say something. “I don’t give a fuck if they do.” When the gauntlet was run, Jeremy watched and found it appalling. Jeremy knew Jesse was at the river bank, purposely, not watching. Jerking off. Jesse opened his breeches. His unsheathed penis flopped out. It was already turned on. The wind, gentle made him warmer, adding onto the brilliant sunshine that gave his body energy and strength. He felt something inside his shaft become more than it was. It rose as if unfolding, thick inside horizontally. It became a march of vertical slats inside his flesh meat that rose up, head out of covering. Wet. Sliding foam. “Mmmmmmm…Thank you for the sun…” Jesse was at the river, his pants down, his hand filled with his thick uncut shaft, jerking it to a fine froth. He milked himself and his dick jumped, flowing into the river. “To celebrate Lewis’s birthday, there was a dance. Jesse sat pouting.” Jesse was on a log and turned to Jeremy. “These guys are so gay.” “Aye!” One of the men overheard them, drinking whiskey for the celebration. “The bottle gives thee joy! Have some!” The smelly, hairy man shoved a deer skin holder at his face. Jesse shoved it away. “Get off…!” After the man left, Jesse gasped to Jeremy. “I want to get out of here. I hate this!” “Think about it. We’re the only ones in the universe that can do this. So remember, our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing. There’s nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.” Before Jesse could protest, Jeremy could see he had his lover thinking. So, before Jesse could say anything against what he just said, he added, “You must get some sleep and let these poor old degenerates stay awake reveling their sad, unmodern lives.” Jesse laughed. “All right.” August 19 “Sergeant Floyd is very ill with an abdominal illness.” August 20 “Sergeant Charles Floyd dies. He is buried on a bluff above the mouth of Floyd’s River (within present-day Sioux City, Iowa). He is the only member of the Expedition to die during the journey…unless our intruding on this time zone has changed things. Maybe any one of us can die. The Doc’s the supposed expert at this and even he doesn’t know a lot of the time. Times.” August 21 “Our expedition reaches land that is present-day South Dakota.” August 23 “Joseph Field kills the Expedition’s first bison. I hate him.” “Jesse, did you really just write that?” “Sure did. He’s a dick. Anyone that kills animals is a total douche bag.” August 26 “Patrick Gass is formally appointed as sergeant to replace Charles Floyd. George Shannon becomes lost. He will stay lost, from what I can remember for…I think Shannon vanished for 16 days: is he the alien?” Aug 29-31 “We encounter more Ind…Native Americans. The Corps meets with the Yankton Sioux. Council begins at noon on the 30th.” Sept.11 “George Shannon is found. He is starving having run out of ammunition. He is ranting in what the others do not want to get out. Something about mole people, white faced demons from the mountain dwellings, large mounds of habitation cubicles and monsters from either below or above. At first, Jesse and I thought he was talking about demons and angels but somehow I think he was talking about …maybe those things that live in the Earth the Doc told us about, a form of Silurians but the descriptions weren’t the same. It might have been some kind of outer space alien. I wanted to veer off myself and find the area but…it would be so easy to get lost in this terrain. I may be great at finding my directions but not that great. I mean to tell the Doctor about it if…no, no IF about it…when we find him… or he finds us. I wondered if in the original timeline Fields actually found these aliens or original Earth inhabitants or mole people or whatever they were. I also wonder if they’re still around…in our time. In the present day of 2008 or even further into 2020.” September 22, 1804 “Fog detained us until seven o’clock; our course was through inclined prairies on each side of the river, crowded with buffalo.” Sept. 24-25 “Expedition encounters Teton Sioux at Bad River near present-day Pierre, South Dakota.” Jesse squinted from a dug out he was in with Jeremy, oaring. “Oh, that’s not good.” He loked up and saw over a hundred Teton Sioux line the banks of the Missouri River as their dugouts slowly moved down it. It was a bright day. Jeremy tried to sound calm. “Easy, fellas, on both sides…” Clark was on the boat next to the dug out. “They are on both sides, aren’t they?” Jeremy tried not to raise his voice too loud, “I meant your side and their side…” Lewis motioned to the men who manned the swivel gun and soon the Keelboat swivel gun pointed at Teton Indians on the left side of the cliffs. Lewis turns the boat’s swivel gun on the Teton Sioux. Jeremy jumps in between them all, “NO! Let me talk to them!” He turns to the Sioux, “Howdy…” Jesse rolled his eyes, “Oh God, the TARDIS translation systems better be working or we’ve had it!” Jeremy took off his shirt. Jesse smiled. “Oh, we’re frustrated here and now but there’s a time and a space for this…” Jeremy patted him on the back and made to dive in. Jesse pulled his by putting his hands behind Jeremy’s underarms and pulled him back. “Jer, are you sure about this?” “I don’t think anybody died here…” He moved ahead and jumped into the water and swam toward the bank. He marched up to the Native Americans with his hands up and out. Lewis came to the side of the boat near Jesse’s dugout. “They’ll kill him.” “Do you always have to say things like that?” Jesse turned, looked him in the eyes quickly and turned back to watch Jeremy. Jeremy made his way up the cliffside, at a point that was not too steep. He tried not to notice eager young smooth skinned barely teenage Natives, many of whom pointed their arrows at him. A few, sweating in the sunlight and naked, held spears a loft. He was sweating himself but when he approached the Chief, the old man made them all lower their weapons. Jeremy hoped the TARDIS was still around or at least functioning in his head. He made peace with the chief and a few of the VERY young warrior boys that were with him. This lead to a tour of the keelboat, an exchange of some “gifts” on either side but in the boat, alcohol was offered to the warrior boys and they became a bit rowdy in time. This lead to bad feelings and Clark even had to draws his sword. The tip was placed in the belly button of a quite young warrior boy. Jeremy moved his hip into it, to move it away and was between Clark and the boy. He shook his head, his eyes toward Clark. His back was to the warrior, which was either an insult the boy could not retaliate against or a compliment to show you trusted your enemy or friend. Jeremy wasn’t sure which. He knew he had to keep peace. Maybe he was always a part of this time zone and had to keep peace originally. Either way, if a fight broke out now, the Natives were many and could probably wipe out the men. On the other hand, the men had firepower and the keel boat gun. Many on both sides would die bursa sınırsız escort and Jeremy was sure they did the first time. He tried to remember when it was that there were Natives killed on the trip and recalled almost no one on the white side died that hasn’t already died or deserted away. Clark offered his hand to the chief who refused to take it and left the keelboat and rounded up his warrior boys, most of them naked and uncut, dripping with sweat and some with war cum. Jesse patted Jeremy on the bare shoulder and pointed at the warrior boys on the Cliffside. They were gathering. He then pointed to the chief’s entourage who were once again lifting their weapons. Jeremy looked at Jesse wide eyed and turned to the keelboat driving area. “Better get outta here, fast, fast FAST!” October 1 “Expedition reaches Jon Valle’s trading post.” October 9 “Clark notes that York fascinates the Arikaras because they have never before seen a black man.” October 10 “The Captains have a council with Arikara chiefs.” The naked children surrounded York and wanted to touch his skin. They were fascinated with the blackness of it and wondered and told Jeremy and Jesse that they believed it would rub off when they touched it. York had about enough of that by the second day and began to gather then together. “Children,” he started as he sat on a rock, one or two of the children on his lap. “I am a cannibal.” Many of the children knew what that was. Apparently some errant tribe, members caught with fever and starvation at the same time, some of them cast outs from other tribes, had tried cannibalism before they were all put to death by the tribes that united to stop them. Once done, those tribes then fought among each other. “I will eat you! I an animal!” York told children. Watching from trees, eating fruit and vegetables on a natural table and chairs of rock and wood, Jesse and Jeremy laughed. “I don’t think he oughta be doin that…” Clark caught him. “York!” “Sorry sir!” “You trying to get us killed!” Clark raised a whip at York. Jesse and Jeremy both stood up and when Clark saw them, he relented as York ran away. October 13 “Private John Newman is court martialed for “mutinous expressions” He is given 75 lashes, and will be sent back with Reed in the spring of 1805.” October 14 “Expedition reaches land that is present-day North Dakota.” October 26 “Expedition reaches the mouth of the Knife River, near Mitutanka, the first of the two Mandan Villages, near where they will spend the winter.” October 27 “The boats move past Mitutanka to Ruptare, the second Mandan village, and sets up camp.” October 29 “The Captains meet and smoke a peace pipe with four Mandan, three Hidatsa, and several Arikara chiefs.” October: “John Newman expelled. I seem to recall that he will be killed in 1838 by Sioux. I say nothing. I feel like his own killer myself. If I did say something would I make things worse. Would I make him so fearful he goes on a rampage now and gets himself and others, maybe Jesse and I, killed as well?” October: York played with Lakota children Oct 21: “Clark rheumatism, Lewis treats him with a hot stone. He had no shirt on when Lewis treated him. I could see that both were aroused. They’re not without their attractive qualities. Jeremy’s not too sure at this point but I think somewhere they were …well, lovers or thought of each other as lovers. Or something. I’ll say I had a raging boner when I saw Lewis treating Clark. It was so hot.” Oct 26: 16000 miles up river November 2 “The Expedition determines the location of their winter camp, Fort Mandan (14 miles west of present-day Washburn, North Dakota).” November 3 “The French boatmen are discharged, except for Jean Baptiste Lepage, who is hired as a private to replace John Newman.” November 3, 1804: “Toussaint Charbonneau offers his services to the expedition as an interpreter, something we’ve been seriously in need of, despite the TARDIS still helping in that area. Of late, it seemed more dulled than before. Is the TARDIS even still with us on this trip?” Bathing late night, Jeremy told Jesse, in the river as the moon light shone down on their naked bodies, “Listen. That man that came today…” “Someone else came?” “No, this is serious. He was Sacagawea’s husband. I’m sure he’s going to bring her tomorrow. We both have to pretend not to know the lingo of the tribes in this area…” “Well, we don’t. TARDIS translates all of them for us.” “I know but we have to make sure history stays on track and that the girl, his wife, is the one to do the translating. Besides we all need her to survive. She knows what to eat…” “So do we.” “Jesse. It’s important she fulfill her historic bit.” “I’ll let her do her bit and you’ll let me do my bite…” He lunged over onto Jeremy and nuzzled at his neck. They both laughed. Jeremy wrapped his arms around Jesse. Nov. 2, 1804 � “We are near, near as I can figure, modern Stanton, North Dakota. One of Lewis and Clark’s first tasks was to survey the area to find a suitable spot for our winter camp. A place was selected on the east, or north, bank of the Missouri about 6 air miles below the mouth of the Knife River on a point of low ground sheltered by lavish, lush bluffs. It was directly opposite the lower of the five Mandan villages. “On November 3 the men set to work building Fort Mandan. It apparently consisted of two rows of huts, or rooms. Each row contained four units which were connected by a palisade on the river side. The fort will not be finished until Christmas Day, but the we will all move in before that because of the cold weather. In Jesse and my time, from what I remember from the tour and time I spent there…uh, here, the actual site of Fort Mandan was or will be…this time shit is getting to me, I don’t know what tenses to use! It’s been washed away and lies partially underwater, although the State of North Dakota has built, dough! Will build… a replica about 10 miles downriver. Clark recorded: “This Morning at Daylight I went down the river with 4 men to look for a proper place to winter up in. Proceeded down the river three miles and found a place well supplied with wood and returned, Captain Lewis went to the Village to hear what they had to say and I fell down, and formed a Camp, near where a Small Camp of Indians were hunting cut down the Trees around our Camp . . . ” Jesse read Clark’s journal and handed it to Jeremy. “He forgot to mention how hot they all were. I mean I wanted to hump all of them.” “What are you boys doing with my journal?” Jesse looked puzzled and raised his eyebrows, trying to look innocent. “Reading it.” “We, uh, we were taking good care of it, sir,” Jeremy offered and held the book out to Clark, taking it gently from Jesse to hand over. Clark laughed and took it. “That’s mighty all right of you. Like it, do you?” “Yes, we just…we’re tryin’ ta keep a journal of our own, sir,” Jeremy stumbled. It was true. Jesse smiled. “This is true.” “Like you said,” Jeremy added. “Just …being with the Injuns and all this long time, we needed to see bout our readin and writin…” Jesse drew up behind him. “Don’t over do it, kid.” Jeremy rolled his eyes quickly. “Not that the French trappers we met there didn’t help us. We had some books from trade, the Native Amer..Injuns were kind of enough to git us.” Clark stored his journal and shook his head. “You two, after all this time. I sure’n will never understand you two. You sure talk strange, even now. I guess all that time with the barebacks…” “Bareback?” Jesse’s high spirits this day drew higher in hope. He had visions of him fucking bareback Indian braves…with no condom since this was a time before the epidemics…at least he thought so. In fact, he wished he had some condoms. The TARDIS and its effect on him and others he fucked made them superfluous…even so… “What I call the Injun savages.” “Oh,” Jesse said, dejectedly. “Mmm,” Jeremy shook his head and stepped to Clark. “After all this time, sir, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so…don’t you think you should be seein them In…Natives Americans as more than just bare naked savages?” Jesse lowered his gaze as Clark surveyed him and then Jeremy. “I reckon you’re right, son. I just…upbringing and all that. Why it’d be like me tryin to treat York as an equal.” “Ever think, again, that in the future…” “The future? What’s that got to do with me here and now.” Clark laughed. “I have me hands full with this here expedition, young man.” He moved on to unload more wood. “Let’s help,” Jeremy moved to follow him. Jesse stopped him and touched his shoulder. “W…” “What is it?” “Nothing.” Jesse shook his head. “Nothing.” He moved ahead of Jeremy. “I will tell you one thing,” Clark said as Jeremy took his shirt off to help unload wood from a cart. He stopped, “Boy, it sure is cold for that.” Jeremy just laughed at him and threw his shirt in Clark’s face. Clark laughed at his gesture and threw it back. Jesse came up behind Jeremy and whispered. “You just threw your shirt off into the William Clark’s face.” Jeremy didn’t look back totally but wanted to. “I know,” he whispered and smiled. “…I was bout to say that I think I will let York vote next time we so find it necessary to take one.” “Did we just start the trail to O’bama?” Jesse asked. Jeremy laughed. He turned to hold Jesse’s shoulders and found Jesse had his shirt off, too. “Hot.” “Cold. Just didn’t want you showin me up in front of the macho men. Big toughies, killin some coons for fur caps…” “Are you sure you’re okay?” “I…I don’t have much of a choice, do I now?” He pulled free as easily as he could and moved to help Clark. Jeremy just stood there. Clark said, “Boy, you gonna help or stand there looking all purdy like you do.” Jeremy shut his eyes and huffed out. Jesse shrugged and took some wood off the cart. Jeremy ran to help them. November 4, 1804 “We continued to cut down trees and raise our houses. A French man by the name of Mr. Chaubonie*, who speaks the Big Belley language visited us, this man wished us to hire him as an interpreter.” “Mr. Chaubonie*-Touissant Charbonneau, who was to become one of themost famous members of the expedition because of Sacagawea, one of his Indian wives. He is hired as interpreter for the Minnetarees, whose language white men found very hard to learn.” “That…that…that’s Sac…” Jesse was dumbfounded. “She’s beautiful.” Jeremy observed. Jesse put a hand on his shoulder. “She turning you…you know straight?” “Not a chance. I can tell a pretty woman when I see one Doesn’t mean I wanna fuck her.” “Love her. Hate him.” “I know. He’s a bit of a dick.” Jeremy scanned the Frenchman. “I don’t like the way he treats her.” “Me, too. But. Remember the time we’re in, Jesse. The Me Too movement isn’t for another 212 years or so. He probably feels she’s property.” Jesse whispered into Jeremy’s ear, which he found very sexy. “What’s this…” “Will you quit doing that? You’re gonna make me cum right here.” “Here? No one of these prudes or gruff men will notice.” “What’s your question now?” “What’s with this snake business I’m hearing Clark when he talks about her tribe?” “She was originally from a Shoshoni tribe. Some gave them the nickname of grass house people but he calls them Snake People. I’m not sure why. I know görükle escort they lived along what was called the Snake River so maybe…” Clark introduced everyone and finally got to them. “These are two bo…men raised by the …well, a few tribes that they were passed from between.” Toussaint asked, “What tribes? My wife and I have dealing with many traders and many of the tribes…” his voice sounded sly and snarky as if he did not believe their story. When Jeremy tried to explain, Toussaint was surprised. “And you speak French?” This lightened his tone. Jeremy nodded. “Yes, we learned much from the many tribes.” “I hope they treated you well. I myself was treated both well and harshly.” “Allow me to introduce my wife, Sacajawea.” Jeremy went wide eyed and shook her hand. “Big fan, big fan.” “Jeremy…” Jesse warned him this time. “Fan?” The girl asked. She seemed younger than the boys thought she’d be. Maybe 17. “He likens thee to a cool breeze on a hot summer day.” Jesse leaned forward and kissed her hand. She stared at her hand. “If you have these two, who seem conversant in many languages, why do you need us?” Jean asked. “Not that we do not need the payments…” “We don’t know some of the In…Native languages he needs…and I think she…you both…do,” Jesse stumbled. Toussaint raised an eyebrow. “Even though I have more than one wife, I would trust, even you boys to keep your distance from a married and pregnant woman.” “Sure,” Jeremy said. Jesse looked unsure. Jesse piped up. “Sure. We have no interest in wives.” Later in their tent as Jesse lay with his back to Jeremy’s front: “She’s going to find us out,” Jesse whispered. “She looks like she knows a lot about the tribes and how they get treated.” “Just go vague whenever details come up. Don’t get into any conversations about it with her or him. They’re both rather smart about things. They can catch us up if we let them,” Jeremy explained. “Sure.” Jesse sighed. “What’s wrong again? I know you’re not right.” “I’m right right here in your arms, you great muscle hunk.” “Now, you’re getting silly.” “It’s just…I don’t know. The Doctor’s sitting cozy and wrapped up in the TARDIS…” “Well, you know him just as well as I do, but I’d have said he was just feeling defenceless. He has a wonderful machine, capable of all sorts of miracles, and it’s taken away from him by a man, a woman, or someone alien that might be even more primitive than he and he can’t seem to do anything yet. Look, TARDIS is the only home we have at the moment.” “We’ve had many homes in many places.” “But the TARDIS IS the one home. When we’re in it we feel safe and secure. When we’re out of it…” “Still, I guess we’ve done all right for these six months or so…but how much longer. I don’t like to be away from him. This long. I mean when was the last time he made contact? I can’t even recall. Will he even want to talk to me? Confide in me? I mean us, of course.” Jesse shut his syes. “Of course he will. Oh, he’s like a rubber ball. He’ll come bouncing out of this situation soon and full of ideas. You’ll see,” Jeremy added. “I pose so. It’s just that…we…we should be up there…another time, another galaxy… saving the multi verses…” “Jesse, we have each other…and we will be again. For now, I have you and you have me…” “And we are all together goo goo ga job?” “What?” “It’s a song by the Beatles.” “I know that.” “I suer Sacajawea doesn’t know that or anything else about us. I have this bad feeling she’s just too smart for us and she looks like right through you, you know.” “Yeah, I got that feeling, too. But I don’t think she’ll do us any harm.” “Why because she turned…uh, red or rather you turned red when looking at her?” Jeremy laughed and patted Jesse’s naked abs. “You’re the one who kissed her hand.” “It was so smooth…” “You’re so gay,” Jeremy laughed. “You’re smoother.” Jesse dug his butt into Jeremy’s crotch. Early, before sunrise, the boys left their tent, naked but carried clothes. They went to the river, which was calm and inviting. It was not yet that cold and the sun started to peak up over the trees and heat them and the water up. Jesse turned as Jeremy used a sponge to wash his back. “You…you forgot a spot. The small…” Jesse grinned. Jeremy smiled and drew the sponge over Jesse’s amply muscled back to the small of his back just over his anus, hole and crack. He dabbed there. Then he moved his dick up there and wet him down with pre cum. “So, what tribe…who kidnapped Sack of?” Jeremy washed Jesse’s shoulders. The water dripped off front and back, pooling on his nipples and cascading down from his mid pecs to his navel and filling there before water sliding down toward his light happy trail and following it after meeting it down, down, down to the top of his dick where it created tingling sensations. “Jesse, don’t kid about her name. Some rumors claim she carried a gun at all times.” “Oh, I’m just kidding among just you and I. No one else can hear us. No one else is up. Not even those sleepy doe eyed guard I’d like to fuck.” “Of fuck up. I don’t like their attitude.” Jeremy took the sponge to Jesse’s belly and swiped across it. “Oah. Ergonous zones.” “Hah.” Jeremy paused stopped the sponge above Jesse’s dick. “Don’t call her Sack Of…she’s Sacajawea.” Who was watching them this very moment. She didn’t mean to spy but she was feeling nauseous and decided to go to the river and came upon them…cumming upon each other. Their dicks stood up straight between them, wet and glistening in the morning sunlight. They pressed belly to belly. Their thick cocks rose up between them and fountained up without any hand action. Dripping sensations curled round their veined shafts unburdened by their foreskins which were rolled down. The slow movement of liquid down and around the shafts made them tingle and release more. Clops of cum raced to the bottom, this time faster, so heavy, thick and creamy that it hit them like a ton of bricks but it felt good as it hit leg, balls, and cock start, pooling there and dropping like Godzilla into the ocean after King Kong had whipped his ass. The splashes the cum made as well as their slight movement in the water, turned them on even more. This time their dicks shot up far, wetting down their chests and as tight as they were pressed together, some splashed up into their chins and some dropped down. Their abs held wet lakes of cum but as they parted slightly, these fell into their navels which also parted a bit but then pressed together, outtie into innie and creating suction so that the sounds of scattering cum and trapped cum mixed to excite them even more as they wrapped their arms around heavily muscled backs! “I thought we were hear to wash.” “Yeah, in our own manly joy spray.” “Shut up and wash.” “Yeah, I’ll do you first.” And that was when they started the sponge thang… Jeremy put the sponge over Jesse’s dick and massaged it, growing it to enormous lengths and compounding it out to a thickness unheard of. Water dropped and sexily made splashing sounds under them. The disturbance of the water surface caused them to feel it as their legs as well. All of which was turning them both on. Their penises grew even larger and longer. “The Hidatsa’s autonym is Hiraac�. According to the tribal tradition, the word hiraac� derives from the word “willow”; however, the etymology is not transparent and the similarity to mirahac� `willows’ inconclusive. The present name Hidatsa was formerly borne by one of the three tribal villages. When the villages consolidated, the name was adopted for the tribe as a whole.” “You sure know a lot.” Jesse said as Jeremy turned the sponge back between them and wet down his own abs before plunging the sponge between Jesse’s ass cheeks. “WHAAAOH!” “Shh. Try to keep it down.” “Down? It’s just going up and up and up of its own accord…and what a thick, roped cord, too!” “They are called the Minnetaree by their allies, the Mandan; in Assiniboine the Assiniboine (Hidusidi) know them as: wakm�haza y�de, ?ew�kt?kta.” Jeremy handed him the sponge. Jesse looked at him, eager. “My turn to do you?” “We’ll do each other when we’re done.” “Then we’ll need a bath all over again!” “That’s the idea. This sponge idea of your’s was fun. I wanna do it all again.” As Jesse washed across Jeremy’s back, gathering water from the river and raising it to the muscled lover, he pleaded. “Tell me more about the tribe that kidnapped Sace…jawea and killed women, teens, and children…boys.” “Occasionally they have also been confused with the Gros Ventres in today Montana and Prairie Provinces of Canada, which were part of the Arapahoan languages speaking peoples. The nomadic Gros Ventre were called Minnetarees of Fort de Prairie, Minnetarees of the Prairie, Minnetarees of the Plains or Gros Ventres of the Prairie while the semisedentary Hidatsa were known as Minnetarees of the Missouri or Gros Ventres of the Missouri.” “I’m so confused,” Jesse nodded.” “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, hon,” Jeremy turned, took the sponge between their hands and kissed him. “What about these Ass…how do you pronounce it?” Jeremy shut his eyes in patience. “A lot of the Assiniboine will die from small pox.” “I wish we could give them some of our TARDIS immunity.” Jesse washed across Jeremy’s pecs, making his nipples hard as stone. He tweaked one with his free hand and made it pointy. “Well, we can’t. There’s really no way to do that unless one travels in the TARDIS. I mean even once like Adam or Joey or …” “Theon.” “I didn’t mean to bring him up…Jesse,” Jeremy felt bad. “It…it’s okay. You’re just a fool!” Jesse turned in the water and smirked so that Jeremy could not see him. Jeremy looked hurt and upset that he upset his lover. Jesse turned and grabbed him. “Kiss me, you fool!” Jeremy squirmed in his arms and pretended to try to back away. “No!” He laughed, “NO!” Jesse caught him and rushed their faces together, a hand on the back of Jeremy’s head. Jeremy stopped his faux retreat and moved in. Into Jesse’s mouth. With his mouth. Sacajawea saw their mouths become one. She cocked her head like a canine hearing a strange sound for the first time. Her face was passive, her own mouth straight. “Actually,” Jeremy separated from Jesse, breathless. “Her correct pronunciation of her name was…” “I don’t care…” Jesse said breathlessly and kissed him again. Jeremy pushed him back easily. “Suc Cock a We�Ahhh.” Jesse laughed and put his head toward the water. The water was up to Jeremy’s ankles but Jesse could kneel in it and start to suck Jeremy’s large head. “So, why don’t we honor her and suck cock we…me…ahhhh…” “Ahhh,” Jeremy jerked backward and almost fell back into the water. Jesse held his muscular legs. Sacejawea watched and her eyes grew wide. Jeremy gasped. “If anyone revealed us to be gay to the men, they’d probably string us up…the Natives might take us in…and probably cut out our belly buttons and make us walk around a tree after nailing our navels to it.” “Fun,” Jesse gurgled. “While setting us on fire.” “No chance of that. We’re miles from anyone near camp.” So much spooge floating down the river peacefully, man juice… Sacajawea was watching and her face did not look pleased. She saw them suck each other off and then Jeremy took Jesse’s hole and they sat in the water as Jeremy fucked Jesse up and down, up and down, up and down. They tried not to make too much noise but the sounds did reach her. She shook her head NO. TO BE CONTINUED… Remember to keep the boys fucking and traveling in time and space and up each other’s fty/donate.html

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