For The Love of Indian Boys Part V

The heated bodies and breaths of young Indian boys crowd around me to watch my hand's labor. I try keeping my curious eyes from staring at their bare, sun-darkened bodies to give full attention to the task. It's difficult, especially when one Indian boy at my side touches me. His warm hands rest on my thigh. Funny sensations shoot into my stomach from it. The good feelings delay getting my toy wound up for them.

When the long string is tightly wrapped around the wooden ring, I stand up and motion the crowd of boys to give me some room. My hand pulls on the string while my other hand holds the base. Wooden blades spin rapidly as it soars away from us. The Indian boys shout out their amazement at its flight. They race to where it's falling over the tall grass.

I become fearful at the racing boys and join them in retrieving my wooden flyer. I'm not worried that a boy would steal it. Their feet in haste may step down and break it.

Running at my side is the small boy who had touched me. I glance at him and become struck by his dark eyes. They hold me with such a mysterious power that I slow my pace to face him. The other boys go on to fetch the fallen flyer for me.

The boy at my side is a few years younger than myself. His dark eyes peer into mine deeply and makes me feel strange. I take in his tanned face while envying his long hair and dark body. My own hair is blond and short because my mother often sits me on the porch to cut its length off with scissors. Indian folk allow their children to wear it long. I watch his dark eyes studying me. I wonder what he sees in me or if he even likes me.

Laughter brings me out of the youth's spell. An older boy hands my wooden flyer to me with a smile. I glance down at his dark body covered with hanging cloths. Beneath the back cloth is a nicely shaped rear end. His front cloth hides his penis well enough. The boy notices where my naughty eyes fall on him and he gives me a big grin. I'm embarrassed by his wicked-looking eyes. I turn to the youth at my side.

His dark, deep eyes try to bind my eyes to him again. I cast them down at his naked body instead. Below a smooth groin is the boy's brown pole. It's wrapped in a thick skin and is slightly erect. He's still a young boy because of his lack of body hair. Dark hairs have been sprouting over my body since last year. A terribly aching has come with my maturity. Being with these boys has made my loneliness go away.

'Little Deep Eyes,' which I'll name him, smiles at my curious glances. He reaches up for the toy in my hands. I'm caught in his spell and offer no resistance. His soft hands take it gently from me. The other boys look at him with great envy showing on their dark faces.

The young boy begins wrapping the thin cord around the ring rather loosely. I shake my head from knowing that the loose winding will go badly for its flight. I keep silent and wait. When he's finished wrapping the cord, the other boys step back. Little Deep Eyes pulls hard on the string. My toy flies upward only a little ways. It sends the shouting boys running to fetch it.

Little Deep Eyes turns to me after watching its fall. He shrugs his small shoulders and sighs. I take back the stick and long string from his reluctant hands. Turning from him, I wait for the Indian boys to run back. In that time, I recall how this amazing thing had come to me.

My father had gifted me a toy instead of the knife I had asked for. Though fine clothes were given me from mother, it was this wooden flyer that had filled me with such excitement! He had purchased it from a trader of hard goods who was passing through town last month.

A copper bed warmer was gifted to mother though it wasn't her birthday. She had hugged my father and said that he was all the warmth she needed! I giggled when they started kissing and all that stuff. I ran outside to play with my new toy alone. Now, I share it with my
Indian friends who are as amazed by it as I am.

The older boy has returned it to me again. His face reveals the hope of my allowing him to fly it. I frown upon his desire because I'd seen him steal it way from a younger boy who had found it. I hand my toy to this younger one. His dark eyes shine. I help him attach the bladed ring
around the stick. He looks to me for more help to get it ready to fly.

I begin by winding the center ring with string tightly. The youth simply holds the flyer while my hands work over his. Once the cord is wound there, the young boy gestures for the others to give him space. His hands pull on it hard as all eyes look up at its fantastic flight.

The boys giggle and shout out in wonder. They race again to where it will drop. This time, they don't run back to me but bring it to that youth instead. He had kept the stick and string and holds the power over making it fly again.

My attention returns to my companion who's been staying close at my side. Little Deep Eyes sits down on the bank of a small river. I join him. His hands come to rest on my thigh again. I feel the urge to touch him back yet nearby are some old women washing clothes in the stream. They've been watching us as they talk. I feel guilty for some reason. I turn from the little boy to watch his friends.

The older boy has taken control of my flyer. He's learned how to wind its string tightly and his flights are high and long lasting. The younger boys chase after it for him. I enjoy watching their naked bodies at play.

I wonder at what age an Indian boy is given a breechclout to wear? The older boy appears to be about my age. All the younger boys are naked. I look over their bodies for signs of maturity. They have small poles and bear no groin hair. I can't check out the older boy because he wears the flaps.

I've always worn clothes. It's shameful for anyone to run around naked as these boys do. I could never invite any of them back to my father's farm! Ma would probably chase them away with her broom. My being here is a kind of freedom for me. These boys are my only friends to play with.

After a long while, the Indian boys return. The oldest boy hands my flyer back to me with a wicked grin. Some of the youths sit close and bring their noses to my new clothes. They sniff the bright cloth and touch its softness with dirty hands. My eyes return to my young friend
beside me.

We peer deeply into each other. His dark face is so mysterious... beautiful! I feel my penis rising up in my pants. Surrounded by boys all around me, I feel trapped from not being able to hide the bulge in
my pants.

I'm startled by a strong hand gripping my shoulder from behind me. I turn to view the intruder. It's an old warrior. He smiles kindly at me and releases his hold. I rise up to greet the Indian man and to study him. Like the boys, he wears only a breechclout on these hot summer days. Around his neck are many necklaces of white beads. Several eagle feathers are stuck in his black hair. My nervousness leaves me when I hear the old man speak words that I can understand.

"Yaah-te-hay, Tom-mee. Come to play our land, eh? No whites often come. That good. You boy visit boys hearts not hating. That good! Come me show to my tribe?"

I ponder over the man's broken words and think through its meaning. The warrior wants to show me around his tribe! I've often been told to stay away from the Indians because of past wars and deep hatred. These Indian boys were always friendly to me and played at this stream outside of their settlement. I must now decide whether or not to disobey my parents and go with this warrior as he asks. It's an easy decision, really.

"I will go with you but only for a short while," I reply.

The old man nods his head in understanding. He walks past the women washing in the stream who wave to him. The boys crowd around me when I follow the man. Their smiling faces cheer me up. I'm glad that they're coming along as I go to meet the other Indians. My parents have often spoken of Indian atrocities which now frightens me in rememberance.

We follow the river and come upon their settlement. It's busy with the activities of women tending fires, cooking, and sitting on mats while performing different tasks. The braves and warriors seem scarce here. Those who are present look upon me with guarded glances. I welcome the old warrior's closeness with his long arm across my shoulders. Under his care, I'm taken deeper into his tribal camp where there are more of his People.

They live in earth mounds. Sticks and logs brace the mud bricked structures. A single doorway leads down into each one. No windows. From their small size, I suppose a single family inhabits each one. I count dozens of earth mounds.

Two young men angrily approach with one reaching out to strike me! They grin at my show of fear. The old warrior speaks sharp words. They back off to smile wickedly and to stare at me. I've heard that scalps are still taken in this time of peace. Wouldn't my parent be mad if I were to lose some hair here!

We leave the two braves to their guarded whisperings and come before two old women sitting before an earth mound. Their cracked faces smile at me while their bright eyes study my form from head to toe. One aged hand comes to my face and gently brushes her bony fingers across my cheeks and hair. My warrior friend utters a few words. The women answer in their sing-song whines. It seems that I'm the first white that they have ever seen.

The boys play and shout around us as I'm brought to a small earthern lodge. Formed of dried mud bricks and prairie grasses, its shambly form stands lower than the others. The old warrior enters. He gestures for me to come down as well. I slowly follow him into the darkness. Why has he brought me down here?

The dirt floor is lower than the ground and it's noticeably cooler inside. All around me are objects. There are corked jugs, long wooden poles, blankets, rope, and other piled things. I can't keep from wondering at why the warrior brings me into this storage shed. He seems kind so I'm sure that no harm will come to me.

The warrior fetches a scrap of elk skin from a gunny sack. His eyes measure my form and quickly cuts up two long pieces with his knife. On the floor near him are pieces of leather thong. He brings up a length and cuts it in his agile hands.

"Tom-mee... off," the warrior asks.

The man gestures something about my new clothes. His hand reaches out to my pants and undoes a button. With a sweeping motion with his other hand, I gather that he wants me to undress. I glance back at the doorway. We're alone down here so I become alarmed by what this man intends with me.

"Take breechclout gift," says the warrior. "Play our land as good Absaroka, not hated white!"

I'm relieved by the warrior's words and eagerly take the cloths and thong that he hands me. With them, I'll look like a real Indian! He gestures again for me to take my clothes off. I lift off my new shirt and pause from dropping my pants. He senses my modesty when he goes to the doorway to shoo the curious boys away.

Very reluctantly, I take off my new jeans. The old warrior turns to face me. He eyes every part of my pale body. My nakedness makes him grin for some reason. I bring the thong belt around my waist. I quickly cover my loins with one cloth and hang the longer one against my butt. I look up sheepishly at the warrior. Behind him, spying on me from the doorway is Little Deep Eyes. He must have been watching my undressing. I'm thrilled by the boy's interest.

After carefully folding my clothing around the wooden toy, the man grasps both of my shoulders. He smiles fiercely with blackened teeth and speaks some Indian words that I don't rightly understand. He removes one string of white beads from himself and brings it around my
neck. Our bare chests come together. Deep feelings shoot into my stomach when we share this gentle moment of hugging.

"Tom-mee, welcome our land!" he announces. "Wear beads, no man bad to you. Go play our land with good heart!"

I feel the warrior's hand reach under my rear flap to pinch me. He's smiling. His hand lingers over my nakedness a bit longer than I'd like.
It doesn't make me afraid; only a little embarrassed by his bold handling.

I slowly break from his embrace. The warrior turns for the dirt steps. I follow him up. My naughty eyes fall to his flapping rear cloth over his butt. His skin beneath it is pale. I feel a rising from my groin. I hope that my front cloth will hide my growing length. No one must know of my strange feelings that I've kept hidden deep inside me.

Little Deep Eyes meets us above. He speaks a few excited words, taking my hand to lead me somewhere at a run. My skin feels cool under the scanty cloths. We pass Indians and many earth mounds. I look over the boy's nude body browned by the summer sun. He isn't even wearing what little I am and doesn't seem to mind his revealing appearance.

After a long run, we sprint down a hill towards the river. Six Indian boys are playing in it. All naked. Even the oldest boy with the wicked grin goes about uncovered to escape the afternoon heat. He waves to us from the water.

Little Deep Eyes fingers the knot in my thong belt. His eyes peer deeply into mine. He wants me to get naked and join his friends in the river. I look around for any adults. My bundle of birthday clothing and toy is carefully placed on the bank. I look around once more before
nodding for the young boy's eager hands to undress me.

My two cloths fall from my waist to the ground at my feet. Naked before the boy, he stares at my groin. His dark eyes widen. He seems amazed by my dark hair or the way my penis looks. His hand reaches out to touch it. I become embarrassed when he handles this most naked part of my body!

I just stand there and allow the small boy to handle me. His gentle fingers rub over my swelling member. I look past him at the river and feel relieved that his naughty act goes unnoticed by the other boys. They're too busy playing.

My pole quickly erects in the boy's hand. His dick sticks up against his brown belly. I look at its strangeness. Brown in color, his dick is very long but skinny like my thumb. Tucked within its thick skin is the red knob of his penis. I curiously reach down and peel the skin back to free it.

The boy's eyes shine. I stare into his dark eyes while enjoying his thrilling handling below. My fingers pull on his erection. I'm struck by the comforting notion that Little Deep Eyes shares those same feelings I've always felt for boys.

I'm startled by an older boy's approach. I pull my hand away from Little Deep Eyes and step away. The older boy glances over our revealing excitement and gives me a wicked grin. It's a difficult humiliation for me to bear. The little boy turns from us to jump into the river. I'm quick to follow him in.

The cool water comes up to my chest. The Indian boys swim in this part of the river because of its depth. Down river, where the women were washing, the water was too shallow.

Mud squishes between my toes and a few stones bruise my unknowing feet. Yet the river is very clear. I sit under the water to wash my hair. My hands quickly move down to my face to wash my sweat away. I hold my breath and clean the rest of my body. The cold river is refreshing.

I surface near Little Deep Eyes. He stares at me in surprise. Don't Indian boys know about cleaning themselves? The other boys swim to us and shout. A game is beginning.

A little boy springs up from under the water and slaps my shoulder hard. He shouts something to the other boys. Everyone darts away from me. Even Little Deep Eyes. I realize that it's a game of tag. When I chase after the little boy who had slapped me, he turns to me in surprise and shakes his head. I suppose that there's some rule that prevents the tagger from being tagged himself right away.

I pursue another youth who's easily caught. My hand slaps over his rear end while I shout, "you're it!" Though my words aren't in Indian, all here understand what I mean. I stand by him close, unafraid of being tagged back.

During the game, I often become the target for getting tagged. The Indian boys are curious at my pale body and enjoy hunting me down to handle me. I welcome their naughty grabs after I've given them a long run through the water.

The older boy with the wicked grin always chases me. He grabs my dick and he especially likes to feel over my butt. Only after a long chase with his hands all over me will the boy finally announce, "ne-eh!" We play this game for a while before coming out to rest on
the grassy bank.

Like many of the boys here, I lay sprawled out on my belly with my butt aimed towards the warm sun. Little Deep Eyes sits close by. I reach a hand to my back to rub over a strained muscle. I startle some when a pair of small hands massage my shoulders. It's my young friend.
I welcome the boy's hands over my body. He handles my hurting back until the pain goes away. I rest my head on crossed arms and completely relax to his wonderful caresses.

A heavy softness presses over my rear end. I turn my head to see what's going on. It's Little Deep Eyes who sits on my butt. His hands massage my back. His wiggly softness on top feels good and allows him to easily handle me.

With our butts touching, I begin moaning when his fingers pull on my shoulders and neck. My pole grows long below me. It remains hidden in the soft grass from the others. Boys start to watch us with curious stares. It causes me some embarrassment. I remind myself that we're all naked here. I bury my face in my arms to ignore their peering dark eyes.

I giggle when Little Deep Eyes pulls on the wet hairs under my arms. His fingers reach lower to feel over my breast. The sensation is very nice. I get the strong desire to beat off. My dick is very hard and begs me to be handling it. I promise myself to release it later on.

After a long massage, Little Deep Eyes lays over my back to rest. I'm tickled by his nose pressing into my neck. I keep my face buried in my crossed arms. The little boy is excited and slowly rubs himself between the cheeks of my butt. I can't believe the boldness of this youth! Yet I'm enjoying the naked feeling of his body over mine.

The young boy gets off me in a squeal. An even heavier softness sits over my butt. I turn my head to see what's going on. Another boy is laying over my back. He mouths my neck with fierce kisses. It's the older boy who tries to take my body.

I feel the boy's hard dick rubbing between my butt cheeks. Quick, seeking stabs... I feel its wet tip try entering my butthole. Pain! My eyes widen from the very naughty act he's trying on me. Great anger rises in my breast. I roll over the grassy bank to separate us. He won't have his way with me!

The older boy falls off my body with a loud shout. Little Deep Eyes comes to my side. We watch the angry boy pick himself up. He vents his anger at my young friend. The brute shoves him to the ground. While laughing, he points at the boy's hard pole. I glance at the older boy's erection and realize something. He thought that I was giving the little boy the use of my butthole.

The wicked-smiling boy grabs my arm. I become angry at his forceful ways and push him away. He falls hard to the ground next to a laughing youth. All the boys look at me in surprise.

I help Little Deep Eyes to stand beside me. His trembling hands hold my body in fear. The older boy keeps his place while glaring meanly at us. I return his fierce stare and wait. Seeing that he has no fight left in him, I fetch my Indian flaps and tie them around my body. I'm glad there's not going to be a battle between us.

I take my friend away from here. We follow the grassy bank with our arms across each other's shoulders. The Indian boy smiles at me with his fears forgotten. I'm glad to have him as my friend. I feel a deep thing for him, almost like the love for a younger brother. Different though. Are these feelings for a boy a good and normal thing?

After we've walked a ways, Little Deep Eyes brings his hand down from my shoulders to feel over my backside under the rear flap. I glance at his penis and find it sticking up. Popped out of the skin is a moist pink head. He glances at my erection then peers into my eyes with deep longing. I turn to the boy and take him into my arms. His warm body presses against mine.

Our eyes stare into one another for a long, sweet moment. I'm confused by my strong feelings. It's much more than the need to be releasing my dick. I see my strange desires reflected in this boy's dark eyes. A deep, intense look. I had seen this same expression earlier when he had sat next to me.

The boy brings his face close to my face. His dark eyes study all of my features. What does he see in me? I'm startled when his lips press on my own. I step back feeling real scared for some reason!

Little Deep Eyes wants me back in his embrace. I slowly reach my arms around him. His hands pull my thong belt away to bare my body. Our bellies touch. Below, I feel his erection pressing over my hard dick. He begins rubbing himself against me.

I glance down to see the boy's red knob popping out from his dick with each thrust. His erotic motion sends deep feelings of pleasure into my penis. I drop my hands to his wiggly butt in a rush, eager to join into his belly rubbing.

We pull on our rear ends with hungry hands. Our erections rub with an exciting up and down rhythm. His warm breaths blow over me gently. I've been trying to avoid his eyes.

The Indian boy begins making low noises. It almost sounds like he's in pain. I've noticed that I've been keeping my breaths in me. The good feelings are getting stronger in my erection. Our tight embrace feels real intense. It's strange to be wanting this boy naked in my arms. Our rubbing poles is nice. My heart feels the need for it.

I pull hard on his butt skin to rub our groins harshly together. My breath is held in me. My stomach tightens. Exciting thrills build in my long penis. Our bodies become one with thrusting poles and humping butts.

The little boy cries out. Nothing is felt against my belly. I glance down at our rubbing dicks. No wet release from his. The youth must be too young to have anything to squirt from his dick. I know that it still feels intense to try.

Little Deep Eyes moans again. I bring my eyes up to his. He looks deeply into me and holds my gaze. Our faces get closer. He reaches up to me with his soft lips. My feelings of love cast aside any sense of wrongness that I'd felt earlier. We kiss. The sensation is wonderful... Our lips cling to each other. My eyes close from the intense feelings.

My pole tingles in warning. I thrust out my sperm onto the little boy. He takes it all from me while slapping my butt hard with his hands. Intense pleasure! Too soon, my loins run out of stuff to give him.

I blow out my held breath into his mouth. This makes him giggle. Our bodies separate. I gulp in breaths of fresh air. Little Deep Eyes giggles again. He watches me with his dark, curious eyes. I give him a smile. My body needs a little time to recover from making love to him.

Little Deep Eyes reaches down for my two flaps and thong belt. He places them around his thin body. I giggle at how large the breechclout is around him. My hands bare the youth since his beauty shouldn't be covered! I have need to cover up my nakedness.

When my breaths return to normal, I lead the young boy back to the others. We hold hands and often glance at each other with smiles. Our close friendship has become deep in our hearts. I know that it isn't wrong. A soft wind blows over our nakedness and clothes us from harm. My spirit is high. I'm glad to be alive and so full of good feelings!

We near the Indian camp on the river. Since I'm naked, I lead Little Deep Eyes down the bank to fetch my clothing. All the boys have left. I glance back at my friend and notice my manly wetting still on him. He jumps into the river to clean his body.

Little Deep Eyes waves to me from the water. I shake my head in reply to his desire. The day is getting late. Ma is probably worrying about me since I've missed lunch. I'm relieved to find my toy and clothes on the bank where I've left them. The youth joins me on the bank.

I quickly dress back into my clothing. The small boy gives me a sad face. He realizes that I must be leaving. His eyes fall to my wooden flyer. Strange emotions grip my heart when I lift my best present up to him and place it into his hands. His eyes grow wide when I gesture that he's to keep it. He accepts my toy with bright eyes. I smile to myself in rememberance of his own special gift of self.

I'll be back again some time to play with my Indian friends, especially with Little Deep Eyes!

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part IV

My sleepy head rises from the dirt. I'm filled with a familiar aching so I stumble my way towards the earth lodge doorway. It's late at night that I must go to relieve myself.

I carefully step past the other sleeping children. My feet are silent as the rabbit who fears the swooping hawk. I reach the steps that lead up into the night.

Mother Moon is full and bright tonight. I climb the remaining steps and emerge onto the vast prairie. Not many stars out. They have been chased away by Her brilliance. I stand in strong moonlight.

A low moan has me turning back to where I've just come from. I walk back down a few steps to where a couple are sleeping along the earth lodge wall. My eyes widen. I see a warrior atop his squaw and mounting her in the moonlight!

A large buffalo skin has fallen off their restless bodies. The warrior is naked. He seems to be doing all the work as his butt humps in and out. I know that he's sticking his long dick into the squaw. They're unknowing of my curious eyes so I sit on the earthern steps to watch the warrior perform a man's duty.

The warrior kisses his squaw's neck, causing her to moan softly. I know that his erected penis is inside her and that his humping will soon get him to release sperm. All the boys have spoken about how it's done. Now, I'm getting to witness this mysterious act with my own eyes.

I feel my pole erecting. It's a pleasant feeling that will make me feel tense. All the older boys have boasted that they can coax themselves to spill seed. I haven't managed to do that yet.

The warrior's butt flexes wildly. I hear his low voiced grunts and imagine the man releasing his seed into her. The young squaw cries out too. Their joining bodies slow though the warrior continues to kiss her mouth. The act of love seems to be a hurried one.

Watching them has gotten me very excited. My pole is stiff and pushes out the front flap of my breechclout. I don't have a squaw to offer me relief from its aching.

With their love making finished, I rise from the steps with a sigh. Eyes from the warrior stare at me hard. I run out the earth lodge with a giggle. It's not my fault that their buffalo robe had fallen off their struggling bodies and that I had chanced upon seeing his naked, manly act!

I'm reminded of my reason for waking. I walk a bit further from the earth lodges before lifting my front flap to piss. When bending my pole away from my belly, several sharp sensations dart though it. It makes me gasp. The feelings are thrilling and causes me to wonder at why they come from just holding myself. For now, I concentrate on relieving myself. I relax my butt and allow my yellow stream to flow from me.

A ground hog hoots in warning to the sound of my pissing. I ask for his forgiveness. A small mist rises from the wet grass I relieved myself to. It's a cool evening. With my bladder emptied, I drop my buckskin cloth over the front of me and head back to the earth lodge.

Fear grips my heart when a dark spirit approaches. Strong hands grip my shoulders so I can't get away! I peer into its face and discover with relief that it's our shaman. He gestures for me to remain silent and to follow him.

The aged man is robed in a feathered buffalo hide. A ritual must be taking place. I'm clad in only a breechclout and begin to shiver from the cold. I can't help but to wonder where the man is taking me and why.

The shaman leads me far from camp. I'm glad that we approach a large burning fire. I welcome its warmth over my bare skin. The man sits down near it and motions for me to join him. I squat on the grass at his side.

"The moon is full and all the others are sleeping," says the shaman. "All but you and me, and the two you watched, Buffalo Ear. It was wrong to look upon their love making."

I remain silent. A small fear fills my heart from what he may do for my spying. Though our shaman is a great worker of healing medicine, he's a strange old man that can be quick to anger. I wonder again as to why I've been brought here.

"Tonight is sacred," the shaman whispers. His arms reach up to the sky. "Mother Moon watches over us and may grant Her medicine unto me with your help. But first I must test your innocence, Buffalo Ear. Speak only the truth to me boy least harm come to you!"

"I always try to speak truly, shaman. Especially to my elders like yourself. Ask me what you will and I shall answer with only the truth!"

The old man looks the boy over and hopes that he'll be the One. He has always known Buffalo Ear to act well in the tribe and never has he been associated with wrongful acts. He'll now see if that's so.

"Have you ever been naked with a girl," the shaman sternly asks.

"No!" I yelp out in surprise. "If you're asking me if I had ever done anything naughty with anyone, my answer again is no."

"Don't you like girls?"

"I'm not old enough to desire one like that warrior."

"That may be true, Buffalo Ear and again that may not. Tell me truthfully now... do you like boys?"

I pause to think through my innermost feelings. I had once felt a longing for a boy named Painted Arm. After he became a brave and had taken a wife, I was no longer able to play with him as a boy. I had fantasies of being naked with him; a real desire to touch each other's bodies and a hope that he'd show me exciting things. Yet nothing ever happened between us. I was never bold enough to ask. Seeing that the shaman is waiting, I answer him carefully.

"I may shaman but I'm not sure."

"Have you ever done anything naked with a boy?"

"No!" I shout back in surprise. I'm curious by what things the man is refering to.

"Were you ever interested in anyone to be naked with?"

"Yes," I slowly answer. "But he's been named a brave and has taken a wife. My longing for him disappeared."

"You've thought about him with lustful desires, eh Buffalo Ear?"

I can only nod my head at the shaman's revealing question.

"There's no wrong for such thoughts unless they become actions or interfere with a sacred rite. Tell me, do you pull over your erection?"

"No!" I shout out in surprise again. "I've heard that some of the other boys do so but I haven't."

"Why not?" the man whispers in disbelief. "Are you only a little boy?"

I stare at the shaman for his unexpected answer. Boys who played with themselves were thought of as acting badly. That's why they performed it away from the earth lodges. Is the shaman saying otherwise?

"So, you've never spilt your seed then," the old man mutters to himself. "That's a good thing, Buffalo Ear. I want you to give me your first sperm so that I may become strong with the help of Mother Moon. Will you allow this?"

"I don't know how to do it shaman," I whisper in shame. "How can it give you strength?"

"You are young and full of life, boy. I'm an old man. To remain on this Earth for a while longer I'll eat of your first flow after it's been blessed by Mother Moon's Light."

"I'll give it to you, shaman. But how will you take it from me?"

"By ritual," the man answers. "Stand up and bare yourself, boy. I'll purify your body and then coax your seed from you."

The man's words excite me. Not only am I to partake of a sacred rite but he'll show me how to bring forth my seed! I wonder how the shaman will accomplish this?

I untie my thong belt. My two flaps fall away from my body. I rise up before the blazing fire and notice the shaman's eyes over my body. I turn to show him all of me. It excites me that the man looks over my nudity with bright eyes. I feel the tickly growth from my pole and know that it'll soon grow long.

"You are a beautiful boy," the shaman whispers. His hands release the fine buffalo robe from around himself. The man is clad in a breechclout which he keeps on for the moment.

I squat near the fire to keep warm. The shaman pulls out a burning branch. He lifts its light towards Mother Moon. After receiving Her blessing, the man drives the burning point into the earth to smuther it. His hands crunch up the stick's blackness. He performs this on several more branches until he has collect much charcoal.

"Hold out your hands," the shaman commands, "and keep this for me, boy."

I cup my hands and accept the warm powder into them. The shaman's warmth brushes against my arm and side. I'm too shy to look over the man's scantily covered body. His dark eyes draw me. There's a fire burning in him. It frightens me.

The shaman brings up a lump of warm coal and marks up my face with black lines. With some powder from my hands, he spreads it over my slim shoulders. Next, he brings his blackened hands down my breast. He rubs over them while smiling at me. His touches fill me with good sensations.

Reaching into my hands for more powder, the shaman walks around to my backside. His hands rub the blackness down my back and near my butt. I wonder if he'll touch me there?

I drop the remaining powder into his begging hands. He kneels down to apply the warm charcoal to my lower body. I become excited from his touches there. His hands pull on both my cheeks and caresses them for a while. I glance down at the front of me. My erection stands up very tall against my belly.

The shaman rises up and faces me. I notice his glances at my long pole. It makes him grin.

"Buffalo Ear, I want you to look into Mother Moon's face while I hold your penis and rub over it. My hands will coax your seed to come out. You'll always keep your eyes on Her. Think about that young brave you wanted to be naked with."

I lay my head back to look up at the sky full of stars. Those nearest to Mother Moon have been outshined by Her Great Light. I look into Her smiling face. My thoughts turn to that handsome brave, Painted Arm. I imagine that we're naked and rubbing our butts together in a stream. I gasp when the shaman's hand grasps my erection.

The man's other hand reaches around my body to handle my butt. The sensation is very pleasing. He begins a low chant which my ears can barely hear. I don't understand the words that he's singing but the rhythm of his voice is very sweet. It fills me with great joy to be hearing him sing a sacred song for me.

The shaman's fingers pull over the skin of my long penis. His touch is very light. His song joins the rhythm of his strokes over me. My body becomes tense.

Wonderful sensations begin to build up in my erection. My thoughts return to that handsome brave. I imagine that it's he who handles my nakedness under the moonlight.

To strengthen the good feelings in my dick, I begin to flex my butt in and out. It's like I'm dancing in beat to the shaman's singing. Above me, Mother Moon kisses my young body with Her soft lips.

My breaths race through my open mouth while my head feels light and airy. My penis fills with increasing pleasure from my stabs through the man's hand. A moan escapes my mouth. I'm feeling intense down there! I hold a breath and feel something squirt to the man's hand. My spirit flies to the stars. I cry out to the night sky.

I'm feeling faint. I take hold of the shaman's shoulder while trying to catch my breath. He patiently waits until I can stand on my own.

"Can I lower my head now?" I ask.

"Yes, Buffalo ear. Look upon your first seed my hand has fetched," the shaman announces with pride.

The muscles in my neck feel cramped when I bring my head down to face the old man. Under Mother Moon, I see a wetness pooled in the shaman's hand. He looks into my eyes and asks me a formal question.

"I have here the first release from your loins, Buffalo Ear. Do you give it up freely to me so that I may draw from it your youthfulness?" "I do, shaman."

The old man nods his head at me and raises his hands up to the sky. He prays to Mother Moon and Her guardian stars with many words that I can't understand. He lowers his hands and brings them to his mouth. His tongue licks up my clear sperm and swallows it all. My face burns from watching him do that.

The shaman's shrill voice pierces the night. It scares me to hear such a thing from him! I suppose that my essence, blessed by Mother Moon, has given him the strength that he's sought for. He drops to his knees before the fire. My curious eyes that this chance to look over the shaman's body.

I've not seen him without his buffalo robe. He's wearing a breechclout which reveals to my eyes how thin he is. Long hair flows down his back. It doesn't reach his butt as I've seen with the older warriors. The man's chest is smooth and muscled. My eyes roam lower.

The man's front flap is pushed from his groin. His manhood must be erected! I fill with desire to see what his looks like. I've not seen a man's long cock before.

The shaman opens his eyes. He stands up and faces me. I'm startled by how young his face appears! Eating my blessed seed must be powerful medicine. His hands reach out for my shoulders and grips them fondly.

"I thank you, boy. Your youthful strength has filled me with hope and desire! You must be given an equal thing in return. I can offer wisdom and courage. Under the eyes of Mother Moon, take seed from my loins and imbibe these qualities for yourself."

I eagerly nod my head. The shaman unties his thong belt and allows the flaps to fall to the ground. My eyes look for the man's nakedness that I've wanted to see earlier. His groin is filled with dark hair. Standing against it is his long manhood with its brown knob popped out from the thick skin. Something oozes from its tip.

It excites me that the man will be allowing my hands to touch him there. The shaman stands sideways to me. His hands guide me to his hard loins and rear end. He begins to sing. I pull over his hard length while keeping in time to his ritual song. His muscled cheeks flex under my hand.

I glance down at myself. My pole erects again from being so excited. Both my hands have hold of the man's nakedness. From what I've learned this night, I can handle my erection any time to release it like the other boys!

I clench my fingers around the man's hard cock. A sticky wetness comes from the tip. I've heard that a man produces this to make his thrusts come more easily when mounting a squaw. My fingers bring it down his erection. His hard dick becomes slippery in my hand.

The shaman humps his butt while his stabs quicken through my fingers around it. The man's song fills with many breaths. He faces upwards, at Mother Moon. This makes it easier for my shy eyes to watch his naked
body straining for release.

The man's song ends. I cup his brown knob to catch his flowing sperm. It wets my hand warmly as he fills it with many squirts. He scares me when shrieking out a loud war cry!

The shaman faces me. His hands carefully raise up my filled hand to the sky. He speaks a prayer. At its finish, the man brings my glistening palm close to him.

"I give to you my sperm, Buffalo Ear. May it fill you with wisdom and courage. Do you accept it?"

"I do, shaman." He flares his eyes at me to signal that I'm to drink it. I look into my filled palm. Unlike my clear release, this man's milky seed is thick and white. More of it flowed from his loins than mine.

I bring his wetness to my mouth but first sniff it. The sperm has a very sharp odor. With my tongue, I lick up his thick essence and swallow it several times. It tastes salty and rather bland.

When I'm finished with my sacred meal, the shaman give me an embrace. I feel his warmth all around me. Our poles touch. Mine is still erected and fill with sharp thrills from the closeness of our bodies. I slowly rub it against him. The man's hands reach low for my butt in response.

I'm pulled up the man's body until I'm standing on my toes. My long penis is pressing against his swelling manhood. I bury my face in his sweaty chest. When his hands move my butt in a timed beat, I realize that he accepts my need to release to him. I become bold by reaching for his rear end.

It flexes under my palms. I feel our lusty thrusts against each other. My breaths quicken. The smell of his sweat is exciting. It makes me wild! I close my eyes and concentrate on the building thrills. The man moans through his nose.

I release my breath as a loud cry. My dick shoots out! The man's hands turn savage over my butt. His thrusts battle with my spurting pole while his groin hair crunches against my belly. He finally grunts out. I feel a warmth on my belly. The man's seed is coming out.

I turn my head from the man's chest to stare into the fire. Our loud breaths fill the night. When his arms loosen, I release his butt and stand away. I welcome the coolness of the night over my sweaty body.

The shaman squats near the fire. I glance at his belly to see streaks of my clear seed running down it. His manly thickness is pooled on my belly. I let it be and allow the fire's heat to dry it along with my sweat. It's a peaceful moment that the shaman shares with me.

"Keep to yourself the sacred rite that I've performed for us tonight," asks the shaman.

"I will."

"You're a beautiful boy, Buffalo Ear, both in spirit and in flesh," the shaman whispers. "I'll welcome your embrace anytime you have need."

I nod my head at the shaman's words. His arms reach out to me with a man's longing for love. I jump into his lap to hold him. His warmth around me feels good. I'm glad to have this man for a special friend.

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part III

A man enters my mother's hide house unannounced. It's nightfall. Those of our tribe would take his arrival as very revealing; that he intends to take my mother for his wife! I rise from my sleeping mat to see who has come. From off the man's shoulder drops a large buck. His eyes peer lovingly into mine... Recognition of this brave startles me.

It's Willow Strength! From what I know of this young brave, no squaw would interest him let alone my aged mother. Why then does he come to us with his offering if not to take her? My mother approaches the man with her face revealing no surprise from his act. She bends down to examine the recently killed deer. Her next words explain the great mystery taking place before my eyes.

"My son is yours, Willow Strength," she announces. "I accept your support of food and hides since your heart is a gentle one and filled with love. I have seen it reflected in my son's face this past moon. Seeing his happiness was what swayed your bold request upon me to be favorable. I know what you'll do with him in your lodge so go! Give the boy only your gentle love."

I watch the brave reach out his trembling hand to me. His face shows great longing that flies into my heart like an arrow. When I approach to take that hand, Willow Strength smiles in relief. His sudden victory cry startles me. Strong arms come around my body in a tight embrace. I enjoy the warmth of the man's breast on mine. We're happily one before my mother. My heart soars to know that the brave's love for me has been accepted. We're one now, both in spirit and in flesh.

Willow Strength releases his hold of the boy to face the old woman. "I swear to support you and Silver Fish until that time he becomes a man," the brave announces. "I have no hold over you like a husband. Any man may take you to be his wife. It's the boy that I love and give all of my heart to. Be assured that he'll be safe in my arms and well cared for. I swear
all this by the Great Father Spirit. Knowing all hearts, He must be rejoicing with me for my greatest desire has been fulfilled this night!"

"I hear your sworn words and warn you to keep them!" the old woman answers without scorn.

My head fills with understanding. It's a fair trade that my mother and the brave have binded themselves into. Though uncommon that a man takes a boy to his lodge as his lover, it's acceptable if all agree to the arrangements.

Willow Strength's support of food and hides is necessary to our survival. My mother has had to labor hard for others of the tribe to
gain us scraps of food to eat and hides for our clothes. Her aged body has grown tired from all the hard work.

Her pride suffers none since I accept the brave and his manly desires of me. It'll be four long years before I'll become a brave myself. My mother will lose Willow Strength's binding support but I'll be able to provide for her until the Great Mystery takes her spirit away.

I look back at my mother to see tears in her eyes. Yet she isn't sad since on her face is a smile. I grin back in reply. The brave leads me outside into the cold night air. His pace is a fast one. I try to keep up with my shorter legs. Why is the brave in such a hurry? It's been almost a moon since we last embraced and made love on the beach. He must have approached my mother after that with his bid to have
me. It explains my mother's strange questions during the month and why Willow Strength has kept himself away. Hard bargaining had been underway.

But how am I his? I'm not a slave that he can take any way his loins desire to use my body. I fear to get raped in my small butt. Yet neither am I his adopted son. It's true that Willow Strength has been showing me the ways of the hunt and important skills I'll need as a man. To perform that adoption rite now would keep me forever from his lustful embrace since incest is a punishable tribal law! We're lovers, he and I. But what does that really mean?

Willow Strength stops before his hide house. Instead of going in, the young man turns and embraces me in his doorway. His hand reaches
under my rear flap. I rub over his butt in response. It still feels strange to be handled by a man as if I were a girl he lusts for. He must
love me very much. His hands explore my body where anyone could be spying on us. I pinch his rear end to express this concern.

"My eyes have seen enough," speaks the low voice of the tribal shaman. He watches the boy tear away from the brave's loving hold and
cast his eyes downwards in shame. The old man wonders why.

"He's still an innocent boy," explains Willow Strength. His hands reach out to hold the youth's shoulders in assurance. "Yet you saw how
he held my body in a loving way. I have much to teach him. Will you give us your blessing?"

I glance up in surprise at the two men. This was planned! The shaman smiles warmly at me when he nods. I follow them into the brave's lodge and to the rite that awaits us.

Upon entering, my thong belt is pulled from my body. Willow Strength gestures for me to untie his. I do so. Our breechclouts fall to the dirt
floor at our feet. The aged man's hands come to Willow Strength's shoulder and to mine. He lifts his head to speak unto Him through the
lodge's smoke opening.

"Oh Wah-Conda hear my words!" the shaman pleads. "I ask You to look favorably upon this man and his boy; to allow their spirits to become one in deep love. The brave's restless body will finally know peace in the boy's embrace. The youth will learn from him skills to become a brave. This is a good thing!"

The shaman brings us together in a close, naked embrace. Willow Strength grips my butt gently with both hands so I reach around for his rounded softness in mine. The brave begins a kiss on my neck which becomes fierce with its sucking and sudden bite! I gasp in pain and feel betrayed by his hurtful gesture. When I try pulling away, the brave tightens his hold around my body and tilts his head to one side. My eyes widen when the shaman instructs me on what I'm to perform.

"Mark him, Silver Fish," the old man commands. "Once done, you forever become lovers in our tribe's eyes. If you don't truly love him, strike his butt and I'll release his binding from your body and from your heart. Make your decision!"

I peer into the shaman's fiery eyes and see them soften. He understands what I'm feeling deep inside. I nod my head and reluctantly approach the brave's neck with my mouth.

My lips take him carefully at first and regret the pain that I must give him. The brave rubs his long hair against mine. He pats my backside to signal to me that he's ready.

I bite him hard. Willow Strength grunts out in pain as I taste blood in my mouth. I feel tears come to my eyes from hurting my special friend. How can such an act of pain be important to proving our love before this old man?

Seeking lips find mine and press hard. I kiss Willow Strength back while deep feelings begin to overwhelm me. He lifts me from the ground so that we may kiss more easily. I wrap my legs around his warm butt. My hands go through his armpits to grip his shoulders. The brave easily holds my weight on him. We continue being one in spirit and flesh, and it's only after many heartbeats that I notice the absence of our shaman. He's left us in peace so that our love making will be in private.

Willow Strength breaks from our kissing. I lower my face to his smooth breast. My lips take in his softness and taste his sweaty skin while he moans. Below, his excited manhood begins rubbing over mine. Deep feelings swirl in my stomach. We're embraced in love like that moon ago on those hot sands.

My mouth roams up his chest to sniff out an attractive scent. Though his arms have hold of my backside to move us in love, he opens his right armpit to allow me to explore. He smells so good under his arm! I become more excited from just kissing his wet hairs. My butt flexes to help with our love making. It feels good to be rubbing our hard loins together. I wish it could last forever.

My attention returns to the man's other armpit. I lick up more of his musky sweat. Having tasted and sniffed enough of his manly odor, I moan when my clear release flows to the brave's body. He joins me with strong squirts to my belly. Manly grunts of pleasure fill his lodge.

With our mating completed, the brave's hands slow their urgent pulling over my body. I peer into the man's smiling eyes and see his love there for me. I have love eyes too. Our bodies are wet because of our shared feelings.

Willow Strength carries me down to his sleeping mat near the fire. Exhausted from this long day and our wonderful love making, I close my eyes to sleep in my brave's warm embrace. Yet before my spirit enters that twilight, I hear him softly sing to me a song of love...

The lake water is cold over my body! I swim towards the shore but find that my progress is thwarted by the surging waves. I'm too small a boy to reach the safety of the shallows! My arms paddle while my legs frantically kick. I'm tiring fast. I know that I'll drown soon.

A slippery warmth is felt beneath me. I find myself rising from the water onto the back of a man. My hands grip his shoulders. I wrap my legs around his hips to hold on. Willow Strength carries me back to shore.

I give the young man a hug of thankfulness on the sand. He has saved my life! In his eyes, I see a deep longing for something. Father Sun reaches down to our nakedness with His warm hands in a blessing. I allow the man to take my body in love. My heart is given to him.

Our embrace tightens. The man rubs his swollen pole over my erection. His manly hair tickles against my smooth groin. I feel the intense thrills from our love making! My pole wants to come out but I prevent its urgent flow. Why?

I awaken in the night. I've an urgent need to empty my bladder so I rise from my mat into the cold air. I stumble around in a place that all seems wrong! My sleepy head recalls that I'm no longer in my mother's hide house. I'm staying with my brave lover!

I look around in the darkness. The fire is only a dull glow so it doesn't cast enough light to show me his sleeping form. I hear his gentle breaths. With that assurance, I open the door flap and go to find an appropriate place to urinate.

It's yet early morning. The dark sky is turning blue to the east. There's a chill in the air which has me noticing my nakedness while I piss. I glance around for any curious eyes but see none. I ease my stance to finish wetting the ground.

I fondly recall our loving from last night. My hand reaches down for my butt while I try imagining how the man's hands enjoyed the feel of it. I giggle at myself. My small body has given the brave much pleasure. My boy pole rises from my lusty thoughts. I begin pulling over its thick skin with my other hand. Good feelings build up in me while I make urgent love to myself in the darkness.

I close my eyes and imagine the brave in my arms. We're embraced to make frantic love over the hot sands. His hands grip my flexing butt. I'm on top and set love's beat with my thrusts over his hard dick. We kiss and make lots of love...

A noise startles me. I open my eyes to find a young boy walking up to me. There's a sly smile on his face. I know him. It's Timid Squirrel, a handsome youth of ten. He's as naked as I am. What's surprising is that his pole is stiff and moving through his hand!

"I can play that game," the boy announces with pride.

I slowly nod my head and resume to handle myself. The little boy steps closer to me. His warmth brushes against me so I reach a hand down for his butt. I gesture for him to hold mine.

We pleasure our bodies in silence. I take this moment to look the youth over. He's not of age to be given deerskin flaps to cover himself. Who would be interested in looking at a young boy of ten? Yet his excited body is thrilling to touch. He sticks his tongue out while his breaths blow through his small nose. He has a cute face. The cold air has given the boy goose bumps over his body. I wrap my arm around him to
share our warmth.

Our hands bump when pulling over our long poles. I'm tempted to pull his body onto mine in a belly rub yet I know of my night friend's shy nature. I'm surprised that Timid Squirrel is bold enough to beat off with me.

"I've heard that Willow Strength has taken you back to his hide house to stay with him," the boy whispers.

"That is so," I answer. "What do you think about us?"

"My father was expecting it to happen. He told me that your brave had a fondness for boys. My mother admires how much a bargain your mother has gained from Willow Strength by their trade."

"What do you think?" I ask. The youth pauses to think. I'm enjoying the feel of his hand over my rear end. It reminds me of my brave's handling. Yet I convince myself that we're not making love. We're only playing a boy's common game.

"It seems right to me," Timid Squirrel answers. "Willow Strength can become your father since you haven't one."

"Willow Strength isn't adopting me!" I shout. My voice lowers so as to not frighten the youth. I try finding words to explain our relationship. "I love him. I'm his boy and he's my man but not like a father."

"He seems that way to me."

I ponder over the boy's words. It does appear that I've been taken to the brave's lodge as his son. By not being my actual father, Willow Strength and I can embrace to make love. A father and son cannot. I try another way to explain it.

"The brave and I have performed naked things with each other, like in a lover's embrace," I admit. "Tell me that your father has embraced
you in the same way."

"He hasn't!" the boy shouts. "He has my mother for that!"

"I'm Willow Strength's boy lover. Do you understand?"

Timid Squirrel gives me a shy nod. He glances down at my pole. My hand is bringing me close to releasing it. The youth continues a steady pace over his erection. He seems far from exploding so I slow myself down. I wonder if he can squirt? My fingers are slick from what my pole has been oozing.

A bold idea comes to me. I release my long dick and search for the boy's erection in the growing light of morning. Timid Squirrel is reluctant to allow my handling. He turns his face away and steps back. My hand keeps its tight hold around the boy's dick. I give it a few
quick pulls.

Timid Squirrel has a short pole even when erected. It's the length of my middle finger and just as skinny. He probably can't squirt from it yet. I know how good a dick can be made to feel when properly handled.

"Do me," I ask after a long pause. The young boy shakes his head in reply. I suppose that he's afraid to handle my dick or something. His hands rest at his side. I pull over his butt to get the boy to thrust through my fingers.

I hear the youth's cries. His stabs through my fingers are wild and without a proper beat. The boy must be close to it.

"It hurts!" Timid Squirrel shouts. He pulls the older boy's hand from his sore pole.

"You need to put some spit on it," I suggest. An idea comes to me but first I ask an important question. "Can you squirt from you long dick?"

Timid Squirrel shakes his head. "Nothing comes out but it feels real good to try."

I'm satisfied by the boy's answer. Quick are my next actions. I drop to my knees and swallow his unsuspecting boyhood. My hands around his backside trap the youth to me. I'm sucking on a dick without fear of having to swallow sperm.

Timid Squirrel tries pushing me away. My tight hold around his body prevents it. He gasps for breath. I feel his butt flexing under my hands. He stabs into my mouth. The boy has accepted the pleasure that I'm offering.

I know how good it feels to be sucked on! The brave's mouth had pleasured my erection and he drank my clear release. My mouth won't fill with this boy's sperm but I can get him to achieve a thrill from trying.

I notice how I'm enjoying the feel of a boy's dick in my mouth. The surging of his butt cheeks in my hands with its driving lust into me is very exciting! The boy's erection is warm and stiff over my tongue. There's a taste from it. Has he managed to come out?

No. The taste is similar to eating rancid fat. I realize where that's coming from. When I've not cleaned my pole for a few days, a yellow paste forms under my thick skin. It makes a sharp smell that gets my mother to scold at me for not washing in the river. I should scold this
boy to go clean under his penis skin.

Timid Squirrel takes a deep breath. This gets his belly to tremble when he tries holding it. I know all too well the meaning of that. I loosen my hands from the boy's wildly humping butt. My mouth takes his frantic stabs. I try keeping my teeth from scratching him. His high pitched cry! The boy slows his thrusts in me. I hear him suck in breaths.

Timid Squirrel pulls his pole out of my mouth. In the dull light of morning, I see relief filling the boy's face. He opens his eyes.

Embarrassment fills his face for some reason. I reach down for my aching erection to relieve it. The youth watches me with curious eyes.

"Can you make something come out from it?" the boy asks.

"Wait and see..." I answer him. "If you hold my butt, it'll pleasure my pole so that I can finish it faster." I know that the boy is worried about getting caught with me.

Timid Squirrel reaches for my rear end. It excites me to hump wildly under his hands; to show the boy my manly performance. I quickly pull over my thick penis skin. The boy watches my performance.

I hold in sweet breaths. Timid Squirrel waits for me to squirt. I'll enjoy proving to this youth that I can sperm like a man. The rosy tip of my long pole pops out with a sucking sound in my hand. Sharp thrills are building up. I feel the coming explosion and cry out! My dick
squirts on him.

Timid Squirrel runs away. My butt feels chilled without his hands there. I watch his naked form fade into the morning mist. What has scared him away? I turn to find Willow Strength behind me. On his face is a sly smile. There's no need to ask if he's been watching us.

"Is your game over with?" the brave asks with a smug.

I simply nod my head and whisper, "adults always ruin things when they spy on our games."

Willow Strength laughs at the boy's mournful words. His tone turns serious. "You'll have time to do that when you're alone, Silver Fish. I'm here for your needs and want your sperm out over my loins or inside me. Not for anyone else!"

"Timid Squirrel is only a little boy," I reply.

"You can play naked boy games with your friends at another time. Wouldn't you rather be making love to me?"

I slowly nod my head. The brave slaps my rear end and laughs. I giggle with relief that he isn't mad at me for sucking on Timid Squirrel.
"Wait for me while I piss," the brave asks. "Then we'll make love back at my lodge."

I eagerly nod my head and wait at the brave's side. The man is without his breechclout. I look around nervously at the other lodges. The morning is still dark. Anyone watching would have to come as close as six strides to see us. My brave realizes this or is unconcerned by
our nude display.

Willow Strength lifts up his penis and wets the ground at his feet. He pauses from it when feeling my hand over his backside. Once he's used to my hand there, the brave's shy pissing continues. Its steam rises into the cold air.

I huddle close to the warmth of my brave. His arm reaches around me. A great happiness fills me to have this man as my lover. Always
there for me! The brave finishes. He takes me firmly in hand and rushes us back to his hide lodge. My new home.

"Do you like my butt?" the brave asks.

"Yes!" I reply. "It's a nice part of a man's body to touch. I know that you like handling mine."

After tossing some wood on the fire to warm us, the brave has me sit on his mat. He squats near with his back to me. In front of my face in the near darkness is the man's rear end. My hands go to him there and caress the smooth cheeks. I recall how we first held each other's butts in the Great Lake at his shameful request. Why was he so reluctant to ask me?

"Kiss me there," the brave begs. "I want you to make love to it with your mouth."

I kiss my very first butt. How soft the cool skin feels to my lips. My many kisses cover both of the man's cheeks. He begins to moan from my loving.

The brave trembles in my hands. I watch his cheeks part to reveal what lies within. My mouth roams into his crack and kisses the smelly skin near his hole. I'm strangely excited to be peeking into his butt in light of the fire!

"Stick your tongue in," the brave asks. "Do this, and I'll show you a wonderful place to pleasure your pole."

My eyes widen at the man's words. I get a strong suspicion of what he intends for me to do to him. Curious at tasting his butt and excited to be bold enough, I lick his innermost passage. Its smelly tightness yields to my penetration. I tongue deeper inside. The brave moans from my very dirty act. Does he really expect me to stick my dick into his rear end?

As if in answer to this thought, Willow Strength pulls his smelly butt from my face and lowers himself into my lap. His hand pulls my erection from my groin and points it inside him. The man slowly sits over my legs. It makes me gasp. I feel my penetration into his tight butthole and the strange sensation that comes from it. Soon, the brave's slimy passage swallows up my entire length.

My hands reach around the man's body to hold him. He begins humping over me. The sensation is tremendous with intense thrills building up in my dick. Wonder fills my eyes. Willow Strength forces me to rape him?!

My boyish erection drives into his tight warmth then pulls out when he lifts himself from my lap. He repeats this butt-humping motion. I
take in deep breaths to build up my thrills. My stomach tightens.

I come to understand something about those enemy Seneca warriors who had raped those two boys from our tribe. It was their manly urges that had them sticking into boy butts to relieve their lust. After taking their pleasure, the warriors left the youths alive with their sperm kept inside of them. The boys claimed that being mounted had been painful and degrading. Why does Willow Strength suffer such a thing for me?

"Does it hurt badly?" I ask my brave between breaths.

"No, Silver Fish. Your tongue had wet my passage and my butthole is wide," assures the brave. "Try mounting me on your own. Drive your
penis though my butt until you've seeded it. I'm enjoying the feel of your quick penetrations."

The brave rises slightly from my groin and waits. I get onto my knees and slide all the way into his asshole. My hands grip his sides. I begin my thrusting, an in and out movement through his tight butt. Squishy sounds fill our hide house. A sixth sense has me turning my head towards the doorway.

A young boy is watching us! He handles his long pole. I don't fear his spying since this is my friend, Timid Squirrel. I'm glad that he watches me perform this very manly act!

The fire has grown. I feel its welcoming warmth on my body and its light fills our lodge. I'm sure that Timid Squirrel can see that I'm mounting the brave's ass as if he were my squaw. The act that I'm performing will bring me much respect in that boy's eyes.

My dick is making me feel real good. I stab into the brave's hole and feel the slimy tightness of it rub over my sensitive tip. I moan from the neat sensation. It's thrilling to be mounting a man's butt. A better act than to beat off.

Willow Strength is also moaning. I hear the rubbing sound from the brave's handling of his manhood. It makes the ringed muscles in his butthole squeeze my pole. An intense thrill! I feel my sperm rise and squirt several times into my brave lover. Loud are my cries. My spirit soars like an eagle in the clouds...

A boy's giggling returns me to the earth. The brave turns his head sharply towards the doorway. I watch Timid Squirrel release his angry colored erection and run from our lodge.

Our bodies separate. Willow Strength springs to the door and pulls down its hide covering. I look over the brave's flexing cheeks in the glow of the fire. I'm filled with awe. My sperm is really inside that man's butt? A sense of pride fills me from that manly accomplishment.

The brave returns to our mat and sits at my side. I'm relieved to hear him laugh. My giggles fill our lodge. Not only didn't he mind having
Timid Squirrel spy on us but my thrusts hadn't hurt him as I suspected.

"You mounted me well," says the brave. "Now everyone in the tribe will learn of it."

I slowly nod my head. I'm not sure that Willow Strength is upset by that. He almost seems pleased.

"I'm ready to make more love with you," the brave asks. "I saw how you enjoyed Timid Squirrel's little dick. Offer mine the same pleasure
with your sweet mouth."

I nod my head. The brave gets down on his knees before the fire. I go to him with my hands gripping his muscular upper legs. My face is close to his stiff manhood. I look it over first. It's much thicker and longer than my dick. The brave's red tip has popped out from the thick
skin. Some kind of oozing drips down from the end of it. It has a sweet smell. Before mouthing it, I look up at the brave's face. He gives me a
cautious grin.

"Did Timid Squirrel squirt into your mouth?" the brave asks.

"No. He only felt the intense pleasure from trying," I careful answer. "If he could sperm, I wouldn't have sucked on him!" The brave remains silent while thinking over my words.

"I don't mind you playing naked games with the other boys," says Willow Strength. "Be sure not to force anything. If a man should approach you for sex, do not allow it!"

I quickly nod my head in agreement. It's only with my brave that I want to make sweet love to.

"I'm really needing to release my dick, little one!"

I giggle in reply. My hands reach around his hips while I stare down at the man's oozing cock. It's a very big one! My boyish size lays against my belly. Willow Strength has twice sucked on it. Now, my mouth will return the pleasure.

Hunched over his lap, I drop my mouth over the tip of his oozing manhood. My lips open around his red slippery knob. I taste his clear wetting. It's sticky in my mouth. I tongue over it and hear the brave gasp. He must be very sensitive at the tip of his big cock.

Willow Strength's hands reach for my head. He pulls me down onto his long shaft. I feel his dick sticking far into my mouth and spear into
my tonsils. It makes me gag. My hands push him away.

The brave waits for me to recover. His hands fall from my head to grip my shoulders. I lean forward to try sucking on his dick again. It enters my mouth and slides down my tongue a ways. I begin a bobbing motion with my mouth around the man's erection. It's size and feel is different than sucking on Timid Squirrel's pole earlier.

As the fire crackles, I hear Willow Strength's moans through his nose. His slippery shaft begins small thrusts in my mouth. I remain still to allow the man his motion. He sticks his dick further through my mouth and pulls back a ways. I hope that he won't stab into my
throat again.

The brave must be deep into it since his fingers dig painfully into my shoulders. I ignore the pain. My teeth scrape the top of his shaft causing him to flinch. I open my mouth wider to his urgent stabs. The taste of his dick is musky and sweet.

The man's thrusts turn shallow and fast. I reach around for his sweaty butt. My hands feel his urgency for release through the wrippling muscles in his cheeks. It's very exciting. I feel my erection sprouting from my groin.

The man's oozing fills my mouth with a sweet taste. It's better than having to endure Timid Squirrel's sour pole. My brave takes care to wash his body. Even his butt was clean. I'm still amazed that my mouth has tasted his hole and that I've stuck myself in there to sperm him. I'm glad to be giving my brave his pleasure with my mouth.

Willow Strength's heated breaths through my hair stop. His dick in my mouth becomes frenzied. I realize with wonder that I'm about to taste my first sperm! A throaty grunt from my brave. His shallow thrusts fill my mouth with squirts of his hot seed. I try swallowing all of them. It thrills me to have gotten the man to release himself.

I sense the thick sperm in my mouth. It tastes bland and so sticky over my tongue. Willow Strength's hairy groin moves from my face. His
slippery penis slips from my mouth with strands of sperm breaking over my chin. I'm surprised by how much seed he's spilled in me.

I try swallowing the man's sticky stuff until it's gone from my tongue. Sperming a butt is less messier than what he's done in my mouth! I don't like its taste and the length and thickness almost makes me gag. Next time, I'll have him try mounting my butt. I'm no longer afraid and look forward to feeling his long thrusts inside me for his manly pleasure.

I'm surprised by my lusty thoughts! It must be because I'm so lust filled. The brave eyes my straining erection. He rushes his face into my
lap. I gasp from the slippery warmth going down on my long pole. His hands grip my butt, trapping me.

I quickly stab through the man's mouth. My dick was already intense from having released his dick. The thrills build in me quickly. I feel his strong hands around my butt asking me to stab faster. The sensations from being sucked on and having my butt handled gets me to explode!

I shoot into the brave's mouth. Only a few squirts and then no more. The neat sensations flee away quickly like a spooked rabbit. I wish that my dick could keep feeling thrilled longer.

My brave pulls away from my groin. He puts his face to my face with his lips finding mine. We kiss. Wetly! I taste my sweet sperm in his mouth while he must be tasting what remains of his thicker seed in mine. My arms wrap around his neck. I become frantic to kiss my handsome man back.

The fire pops and hisses. It's a welcoming sound of home. This is my new lodge. I pull from my man's face to look at him with pride. A young face. Willow Strength was named a brave four summers ago. Before that, he was only a boy of fifteen.

"What are you thinking about?" the brave asks.

He lifts me up and turns my small body over his. I sit over his thigh and watch the building fire. A long moment passes. I remember his
question and voice something that I've been meaning to ask him. "Why did you cry on the beach?" A long silence. The brave's arms wrap around me tightly. I hear his words shake from deep emotion.

"I feared that you didn't love me", he answers. "My touching game in the water and our naked embrace was to entice your body to mine. My
loins were hard in their desire for you. Your pole remained uncaring. When you discovered my desires and voiced them, I became worried that you wouldn't understand my love and reject it. But you did accept me."

The brave's wet face presses into my shoulder below my bite mark. My eyes widen from feeling the man's tears. His quivering breaths remain silent though his chest heaves terribly. I stare into the fire and wait for the man's weakness to pass. After a long while, the brave releases me to stand up. I keep my eyes on the fire and sigh. He rejoins me shortly from behind with something coming over my head. It rests lightly around my neck; a deerskin thong with carved lake shells. I turn around to hear his explanation.

"You're mine, little one!" the brave announces. "Wear this necklace that I've given you and daily fetch two green leaves to adorn it. All who see the fresh leaves will know that our love is growing. But should the leaves turn brown or fallen from your neck then I'll know that you love me no longer."

"That will never come to pass, Willow Strength! Did not the shaman say that our love is forever?"

"He did. Yet it takes both of us to keep it so. Others may tempt you away or try to take my own heart. A love needs to be tended least if fade away and die. I have seen that this is so."

Willow Strength's dark eyes stare hard into my own. I see his great determination to keep me forever. That intensity scares me a little yet
his love protects me. He is truly my man lover. I leap into his arms to offer him my deepest thanks.

"I love you, Willow Strength," I whisper against his soft breast. "Let me go now to fetch two fine green leaves to prove that it's so!"

The brave smiles at his handsome boy while shaking his head. Silver Fish rises from his lap and clothes his body with two small cloths. Wonder comes into the brave's heart that a child can know love. Yet the boy races out to prove it, as if he really needed to.

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