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Eli’s Younger Years

My Pa taught me to shoot a rifle when I was a child of 6 years. Even as the age of 4 he saw how accurate my aim was throwing stones. By the time I was 8, I could kill a squirrel up on a branch 50 yards away. When the Civil War started I was 9 wanted to follow my Pa and Uncles join the Rebs in battle. They let me run for supplies reload their muskets make musket balls. I shot rabbits and Deer for our food. Late one night I shot an enemy union solder between his eyes. He was shocked a boy of 11 had a Kentucky long rifle.

My Pa got shot and one Uncle died. It was me that dragged my Pa to the General’s surgeon’s tent. I was plum tuckered. How was I suppose to know I was in a Union side tent. My Pa needed a doctor.

The surgeon worked on my dad, gut shot wounds are the worse. In payment he had me transfuse my blood with a Union Sergeant. Damn near drained me and I passed out. The surgeon told me when I woke I had been out cold 1-1/2 days. I was starved ate 4 bowls of porridge and mutton. I puked all that up went out shoot a rabbit skinned and gutted it then ate it raw. The bloody meat gave me the tingles and my noodle got hard. Suddenly I felt the need to fuck something.

All these feelings were new to me though I had witnessed my Pa with my mum and My uncles doing my aunts and of course the farm animals. I pulled a powder boy into a near by shed and fucked him good. Lol he was older yet submitted to my buggering him. He seemed to like it as my pecker felt much better then the older solders in his company. So I did him the next few days. Buggering became making love. He even pretended riding a horse as I laid back on my cot. His company left I never saw him again.

My Pa died on the operating table. I stayed and helped the surgeon long after the war was over. He got old but I didn’t. My aging stopped by the time I was 14. The surgeon had taught me how to assist him during operations. I took over as he grew older. We went west moved from one town to another every two years before folks got suspicious that I wasn’t getting older.

We had made it to Californie when the Surgeon past away in 1880. My reputation as young doctor preceded me. I finagled a fake mustache and chin tuff from a local barber. One other thing that helped was that my hair turned white. I still craved raw meat and buggering when I found a boy or two. Like the young teen solder the teens I fucked came round for more.

I traveled north across the Oregon territory border. Outside the town I set up shop was a Navaho tribe. I went there to set a brave’s broken leg. Fell in love with the Chief’s daughter, Deer’s Fawn. Their medicine man took a liking to me. The tribe’s council took me in. Wedding ceremony was one early more at the Pacific shore. The tribe’s Braves helped me build a longhouse I had read about in the far north east Algonquin Tribes lived in which kept them warm during the long cold winters. Soon the Chief and medicine man had theirs built.

The years of buggering prepared me for this marriage. In the mid winter Deer’s Fawn gave birth to twin braves. It was a hard long labor. Sadly she died from blood loss despite my medical knowledge. The Chief blamed me for her death I was banned from the Tribe and sent packing.

By the next winter, I had opened a practice in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. It was a thriving silver mining town. I had turned to buggering, though there were whores in abundance in the towns saloons.

Nothing of significance happened in the sixteen years I had left Oregon. I just had to know what became of my sons. One night I came upon a hunting party. Low and behold there they were. Snow Top and Hunting Bear, now 17, both were taller then me. Course they had no Idea who I was but they let me share their kill. We talked stories all evening. The next morning we parted ways.

Years later I chanced to meet Snow Top in the foot hills of Mount Hood. He was old but still recognized me I lied that I was the grandson of the man he met years ago. He said his brother died in a raid 20 years ago. I wept to the fact one son has died and this one would pass on while I continued to live.

Here it is the 21st century I have not aged past 14. I have sired many children watched them grow from a far marry have families and pass on.

I still bugger throwaways and runaways. At present I am living in Portland Maine.

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