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Click hereJames was reunited with Charles in Jamestown. They even managed to find enough privacy between boxes in a storage shed for James to fuck Charles against a wall. Their lust, mutual joy that the other one was alive, and need for each other ignited and flared immediately, and they pledged, given the horror they both had escaped, to remain together. Charles drew a "leave" in the lottery. James thought long and hard, but life in the new world just didn't measure up now with the possibility of life with Charles. So he volunteered to leave on the same ship Charles was assigned to.
It wasn't until they were in a small boat rowing out to the vessel that was to take them home to England and to a life with the only certainty being that they would be together, that it occurred to James why he had not been at Wolstenholme Towne for the massacre there. Looking back at the shore, he caught a glimpse of a young savage—his savage—standing half hidden in trees running down to the bank of the river. The savage smiled, laid a hand on his heart, then to his lips, and then extended toward James.
James gestured back his appreciation and love. Now he knew why the savage had insistently lured him away from Wolstenholme Towne on the morning of the March 22nd.
Well written, a different take on the gay scene, but so plausible. We don't think about gay sex four hundred years ago or how they got "away" to secretly do it. Hot story. Now you can continue the story set back in England.
Such a good and exciting read ! The white guy fucked the sexy 'savage'........wish just once the settler had taken the indians cock inside him.....Great well written story !
I Really enjoyed this adventure, hence the 5*. Generally speaking, I believe that gay people tend to have more compassion than most straights, and this story only adds credence to my belief.
I'm certain, back in those days, gay Native Americans suffered as much hatred, or maybe even more so, than gay Caucasians.
Sad about the settlers, but the Europeans have always, as a whole, treated the first nations tribes of Northern, Central and South America as lesser beings.
Aside from my socio and political views and feelings, I enjoyed this story a lot. That this enigmatic and caring native saved Jame's life out of love? caring? compassion?, shows us how human goodness, etc. can transcend all ethnic, cultural and gender lines.
It's poignant and sad that the beautiful hearted and soulful 'savage' was left by James.
The only thing I would have liked was for James to have taken 'savage' cock up his lily, white arsehole. ☺❤👍