An Appalachian Trail Romance

"What are you doing, Don?"

"Call me Standing Bear."

"Ok. What are you doing, Standing Bear?"

"You'll see, Raging Wind." Don knelt on the dirt and kissed Stephen's ankle. His kisses grew more passionate, his tongue joining in this act of humility and love. He couldn't confine himself to the ankle though. He adored the entire foot, marveling at how relatively dainty and soft it was. Stephen always took great pains to care for his feet. Don sucked on the big toes and gazed adoringly at Stephen. Two streams of tears ran down the young man's face.

"Oh, Standing Bear, my beautiful bear. I remember. This is where we truly met, where you gave me your bandage."

"This is where my love for you began, Raging Wind. I think even on that day I wanted to be with you, perhaps in a more companionable way. It just took a very long time for that seed to grow and flower. Raging Wind, Stephen Miller, would you marry me?"

"Donald Wright, my Standing Bear, yes, I will marry you!"