Indian Boys At Play

Braided Scout is an Osage brave who returns to camp after a difficult
hunt. He's greeted by a twelve-year-old boy named Winded Grass who was
concerned with the man's long absence. Both are in need of each other.

The young man entered camp and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He smiled when hearing his horse nicker as if sharing the same feeling. They were finally back home. Safe.

All the lodges were in their same places and he met the familiar faces of his People with a silent nod. No time for story telling. He was eager to bring back meat to his mother's lodge. In the distance, a boy was running towards him. His feet raised up a cloud of dust and shouting could be heard. The man stopped to wait for his young friend.

A swelling rose within Braided Scout's breast. He looked upon the smiling face of Winded Grass as if it were for the first time. The boy had long black hair that fell to his shoulders; a bared chest. He wore the two deerskin flaps that all boys his age used to cover the front and rear of his growing body. The brave also used only flaps. He didn't feel the need to cover himself with the lengthy one-piece breech-cloth of the warriors. No proud deeds yet to earn him the right to wear a warshirt.

Winded Grass stopped before the bared-chest brave with a grin. He held up his hand in greeting since his run had left him breathless. The man returned the ritual greeting and spoke. "It has been a good hunt," he announced to the boy at his side. Winded Grass saw the three deer carcasses lying over the man's horse. The passing of six suns had come and gone since he had taken to the hunting trail. 'An unusual amount of time to catch his deer,' the boy thought with concern.

They walked deeper into camp. An old warrior raised his hand in greeting to Braided Scout. He was relieved to see the man's safe return since he knew that not all hunters who went out came back. Their People had recently gone to war with the Pawnee. Mouths had to be fed yet more often were men being hunted in the woods than the deer.

Braided Scout led his burdened horse past the bark-skinned lodges. Faces turning in his direction were brightened when seeing the success of his hunt. They were eager to hear the brave's account of how they had fallen to his skill but the man kept a steady pace towards his mother's lodge. Winded Grass also wanted to know.

"You were gone six long days," the boy whispered. "Your deer are well caught but why so long away from me?"

"I was missed?" Braided Scout asked with a smug grin. After looking about to ensure that no one was within hearing he added, "or was it my butt's smelly hole that has you sticking to me like flies on horse dung?" He watched the boy lower his head in embarrassment. His words were close to the truth.

An old woman came into view. She was sitting over a mat in front of a small lodge. When she noticed the brave, a smile erupted on her weathered face. Braided Scout slowly knelt before his mother and held her close to his breast. "It's good to be home!" he whispered.The old woman clucked with relief. "People were beginning to whisper bad things."

Braided Scout tightened his grip of Swooping Swan, his mother. Her frail form worried him. The brave realized at that moment that he had grown into a man and that his mother was growing old. It had not been long ago when he was a boy fearing the wrath of his mother's stick whenever he acted badly and no matter how fast he could run she was able to strike over his rear end in punishment. The passing of time had changed that, the man noted with sadness. There was no husband to provide for her these days or to keep her warm at night. He had been killed by the Pawnee last winter. As her only son, it fell to him to provide for their small lodge.

"I'll always come back home to you," whispered Braided Scout. "Come, my mother. I've brought you three deer to be worked over with your skinning knife."

Swooping Swan stood up with the help of her son. The thongs that held the carcasses to his horse were loosened. It was a fine display of deer flesh: one large antlered buck and two fat does. The old woman's eyes shown with pride for her son's accomplishment so she kept silent her concerns as to why it had taken so long for him to return home with them.

Winded Grass held the horse's reins. He watched Braided Scout's home coming ritual with growing impatience. The old woman seemed to take a lot of time to be consoled with her son's return and his presentation of the deer. She knew what had to be done. The boy had need for the man to take him into the nearby woods to perform a home coming ritual of their own.

Braided Scout caught the look of dismay in the boy's eyes. He whispered something to his mother and stood up to face Winded Grass. Something unspoken passed between them. A thing of urgency that both males understood. The horse was tied to a post near the bark-skinned lodge and in hand, the man and boy flew into the distant woods.

A familiar trail was taken. Not the tribal path but a simple deer trail that took them into the thickest part of the forest. Winded Grass chased after the man with much lust in his heart. He watched the rear deerskin cloth flapping over the brave's butt and felt the front of his being pushed from his groin in sweet anticipation. They were headed to the sexual rite that awaited them.

The brave entered a small clearing. He stopped before the Tree of Witness and hurriedly pulled away the rear cloth from his thong belt. The boy was blowing hard after their run. When he saw the man's butt, he dropped his own meager breechclout. An eager smile filled his face.

Braided Scout stood next to the tree. He caught the boy's gaze over his lower body to what was being lusted for. It brought an exciting tremor to the man. He had given his butt's pleasure to Winded Grass before; it was a sexual favor he owed the youth for keeping his dark secret from the ears of the other warriors. A thing that could ruin the honor of his manhood if it were to become known.

"You were so long away from me!" whined Winded Grass. "What happened out there?

"You saw my three deer," the scout explained. "They were a burden to my horse."

Winded Grass gave a sour expression in response. He suspected that there was more to be said about the brave's long hunt; only silence. He closed the distance between them and reached out to the man's rear end. Lovingly, he caressed the soft cheeks with his right hand. It brought his swelling loins to full growth.

Braided Scout glanced at his young friend. He enjoyed the youth's warm caress and a smile blossomed on his lips when seeing boyish excitement pushing out from Winded Grass' slim body. The man knew that it wouldn't be long before his butt would get penetrated. The boy was often lust-filled and needing.

Winded Grass spat to his fingers and brought its wetness down the brown shaft of his hard dick. He gently pulled back its foreskin, exposing the sensitive rose-colored tip. It was oozing a little. That brought the boy some pride since he was only recently able to precum like an adult male. He was about to perform like a man in Braided Scout's ass and knew that his release in it would be strong and very pleasurable.

The brave smiled. He was proud of the boy's manly display and felt little shame for what he was about to submit himself to. It was an act of love; not male rape as he had once endured.

Winded Grass signaled his readiness to join their bodies by grasping the base of his hard dick and aiming it. Braided Scout arched his body forward to stick out his butt. He offered himself to the boy's urgent need. His hands held to the rough bark of the Tree of Witness; a solemn tree that had seen much.

The boy poked through the man's brown cheeks to find its entrance. Braided Scout gasped. He felt the very stiff yet resilient boy-pole fitting into his body slip deeper and fully up his hole. He tried relaxing its ringed muscles within. Soft groin hair brushed up against his butt and moist balls pressed onto him. The boy's tension-filled hands gripped his hips. Their bodies were tightly connected for mating.

Winded Grass gasped with lustful contentment. He stabbed deep, pulling back and plunged even deeper through the man's hot tight ass. Watching his brown dick stabbing between the man's sweaty cheeks was a great thrill. A squishy sound came from his efforts. With each plunge, the knob of his erection pushed through the man's tightening butthole. Slimy heat surrounded his stiff shaft. The thrills from his dick were already tremendous. He realized that his sperm would be quick to rise from his loins and outwards explode...

Thrust! A sharp warning tingle filled his balls and spread upwards, through his erection to the man's butthole that he was connected to. He cried out. The youth dug his fingers into Braided Scout's hips when he exploded. A few more violent stabs gave up all his seed to the man. It was followed by the boy's weary sigh... His fucking was done."So quick this time?" teased Braided Scout.

"You were gone so long from me!" gasped Winded Grass. "I was in need. You still haven't told me the full story of what you encountered out there to delay your return to camp."

"You mean what I didn't encounter," the man hinted. He straightened up next to the tree when feeling the boy's slippery exit from his butt. Hands loosened from around his waist. Their bodies separated. Yet deep within him was the boy's sweet essence: life and love itself that would always bind their spirits.

When the youth turned away to fetch his breechclout, the man reached between the cheeks of his butt for what the boy had just put there. Its thickness clung to his fingers. In ritual fashion, the brave faced the Tree of Witness and pressed that hand over its bark. 'Guard over me as You have before...' the man silently mouthed.

Winded Grass found his breechclout. He tied its thong belt around his waist before dropping the deerskin cloths over his slim body. The brave remained bared from behind and kept silent.

"What is it?" the boy asked.

Braided Scout stared at the youth with longing-filled eyes. He noticed how short Winded Grass stood beside him though there were obvious signs to the youth's body towards manhood: strong arm and leg muscles; a tuft of black hair on his groin while his dick had lengthened this summer and often performed like a man. Yet he was still a boy. His soft face was nice to look upon with its gentle smile. A powerful emotion gripped the man's heart. He knew then that he truly loved this boy.

"I thought about you often during my hunt," Braided Scout whispered. "When Pawnee warriors sought to end my life, I feared more for your loss than my own."

"You encountered enemy warriors?!" shouted Winded Grass. "How many of them were there?"

"Nearly two handfuls of warriors," the brave answered. "I had already shot my first buck in the stand of trees near O-po-lop Rise when noticing their slow advancement onto my position. They were unknowing of my presence yet I knew that my tracks would be discovered so I raced to the cliffs. Many days were spent in the laying of false trails to avoid their melee. With the help of the Great Mystery, I managed to give them the slip."

"Where did your other two deer come from?" Winded Grass asked.

"From that same stand of trees where I had shot the buck! After setting my false trails towards the cliffs, I doubled back on the Pawnee and managed to continue my hunt. Their warriors were still looking for me at the cliffs and must have thought that I flew off them like a Wind Spirit. Great pains were taken to cover my retreat. I've not been given the name of Braided Scout for nothing!"

Pride filled the man's chest at seeing the boy's expression of awe. It had been a difficult trick that he managed to pull on those warriors. If not for his proven scouting abilities, their knives would have fallen upon him and his scalp would have been split amongst eight. Now they point fingers at each other to allay blame for losing one Osage brave.

Winded Grass reached for the brave's shoulder and gripped it. He spoke to the man in a solemn voice: "I would have wept for your loss, Braided Scout. Not from my aching loins but from my heart as well!"

"I know that, Winded Grass. My teasing only hides my deep fondness that I have for you." Again, the man's heart was swept by deep emotion. It came more from the deepening friendship that he shared with the boy but could he dare call it love? Their eyes found each other and locked. He saw the play of sweet emotions on the youth's face which made his heart ache. As a man, he was experienced with controlling what his face revealed to others. He opened his heart and allowed its expression to flow freely unto the boy.

A bird's warning call startled Braided Scout. After a careful look around, his tense stance relaxed. Winded Grass giggled in response. He pointed to the ground where the rear cloth to the man's breechclout lay.

"You should cover your butt in case that's a Pawnee warrior out there!" he teased. The boy mischievously lifted his front flap. He bucked his body to get his shrinking penis to bounce over his balls. The tip of his dick oozed cum.

Braided Scout nodded in agreement. He bent down for his rear cloth while his thoughts flew back in time to when there was a Pawnee in the woods with him. The threat of his life's ending proved instead to be a beginning. His rape had been witnessed.

"Was it fear or something else?" the boy asked, "to allow that enemy warrior the use of your ass as if you were his squaw. Didn't you know he'd kill you after the act was done?"

Braided Scout wasn't surprised that the boy seemed to know his thoughts. And that particular question had been asked of him before. It was his shame to bear. When that Pawnee warrior had pressed his flint knife against his throat, the brave knew it marked the end to his life. He had been caught unaware in the woods near camp by an advance scout of their enemies who demanded information. Braided Scout refused. He was prepared to feel the sharp blade across his throat but that warrior wanted something else instead. An act of humiliation that a young brave could bear if he were to avoid death. Braided Scout reluctantly agreed to it.

The Pawnee warrior forced a joining of their male bodies. Braided Scout was pressed into the dirt while the man kept a tight arm around his chest, the cold blade at the ready against his neck. The lusty deed was quickly done. More easily accomplished than the young brave ever imagined. He endured the warrior's male stabs through his butt and at their ending, accepted the gushing climax. He had avoided death by playing the squaw. But that wasn't the truly humiliating part. A boy had come upon their act; seen his willing rape from behind the tree. The Pawnee warrior had been scared away by the boy's shouting and in return he owed his life to Winded Grass.

It was a grim remembrance. Braided Scout felt his butthole aching; that was a good pain. He didn't mind giving himself to this boy in the way he was forced to give himself to that enemy warrior. It wasn't the fear of death or even to keep the youth's silence that had him offeringhis butt to him again and again. In a strange way, it pleased the man to be keeping the youth's seed deep within his body that was put there through an act of love. The Pawnee warrior's act was only one of hate!

The boy watched Braided Scout adjust the rear cloth over his butt. It seemed that the brave was avoiding his question so he voiced another concern. "When I spooked away that Pawnee warrior, you had turned to me with a hard manhood display after what he had done to you. Just like you do now after I've stuck into your butt."

Braided Scout glanced down at the bulge pushing against his front flap yet remained silent about it. The boy had voiced his worse fear and humiliation. It was true. His body reacted to male copulation as if he enjoyed it. He was often giving Winded Grass his ass under the guise of owing him that pleasure in trade for his silence but it was not so. He must enjoy playing the squaw. No!

"I am a man," whispered Braided Scout. "A stronger man took me against my will and you are a keeper of my shame. You've remained silent with what you know to the other warriors in our camp. For that I am grateful. Do not try to subdue my spirit as well! Only my body may be conquered; not my spirit!"

Winded Grass stepped back in fright. He was surprised by the force of Braided Scout's words and from the anger blazing in the man's dark eyes. His earlier question upon the brave had been too bold.

When Braided Scout saw the fear his strong words had invoked in the youth, his expression softened. There was an aching in his heart. He allowed its expression unto the boy. "That warrior had captured my body but for a moment of sexual pleasure. I have given myself to you for more than your silence. Do you know why?"

Winded Grass swallowed nervously in his throat. He could count nearly two hands of fingers of having fucked the brave's willing ass after that warrior's rape of it. `Why am I given this pleasure if not for my silence?' the boy wondered. `Should I dare say that he enjoys feeling my dick up his butt?'

Braided Scout watched the tense play of emotion over the boy's face. He suspected what was being considered in answer to his own question. `Will the boy be bold enough to speak of it?' he wondered.

The uneasy silence continued. When the boy lowered his head in growing embarrassment, Braided Scout reached out for the youth's shoulder in assurance. His heart poured out to him. "I love you... as my mate."

Winded Grass lifted his face to read the man. What he saw in those soft eyes proved what he had just heard. A difficult thing to accept! Only a woman could accept that kind of love; a love from his loins that binded them as husband and wife. He was only a boy; unable and unworthy for this man's similar devotion.

Braided Scout saw the confusion in the boy's dark face. He brought up the wisdom of his years into play. "Did you not say you'd weep for my loss?" the man gently asked. "Not from your loins but from your heart?"

The boy remembered those words. He had spoken them to Braided Scout when considering how he would feel if the man had not returned from his

hunt. They were true words but hard to defend.

Braided Scout made a hand gesture to explain it. He raised his palms upward with his fingers clenched. Only the small fingers from both his hands stuck out and touched. It was their People's symbol for a joining: man to woman, child to mother, a horse to its owner, etc. Winded Grass took its meaning as the man's joining to a boy: Braided Scout to himself. The hand gesture seemed to be a true one for them.

When the boy nodded in understanding, Braided Scout was able to breathe again. His hope for love had not been refused.

Winded Grass stared into the man's eyes for a brief moment then dropped his eyes to the ground. He was only a boy. 'How could a man give that kind of love to me?' he wondered. If this bond were to carried out in the customs of their People, he would be expected to live with the brave in his lodge. 'Who would watch over my two younger sisters?'

No. He wasn't a bride that this man could carry back to his lodge, the youth mused. Their People had no binding customs between a man and a boy... It wasn't exactly a taboo either. Winded Grass was troubled by his strange thoughts while his heart ached for this man.

'Why do I feel such things for him?' the boy wondered. Even before he had come upon the brave's shameful rape they had been growing close like a boy to his father. Whenever his own father was away on a long trading journey, Braided Scout looked after his family.

Winded Grass loved his father but it was a different feeling that he had in his heart for Braided Scout: strong like love and it made his loins swell with an expectant pleasure as well. The man's face was still young like a boy's with his expression of emotion easily shown upon it. His body had hardened from manhood: dark callused feet, strong legs up to his rounded butt and strength easily shown in his upper chest and arms. Braided Scout was a proven man... At least from his hunting abilities and how he had avoided Pawnee warriors. No woman interested him though. The boy knew why.

An alarming thought struck Winded Grass. What if someone in camp learned that he was sticking into this brave's ass? It would shame the man if others learned of how his butt had been raped by that Pawnee warrior but there would be enough shame to spread onto himself as well. Their tribe had no customs for male love. Would it be very shameful?

The boy release a weary sigh. He didn't like thinking about it too much. It was easier to surrender himself to male lust than to consider why his heart felt so strongly for the willing brave. Sweat ran down his chest. He noticed that the smell of sex was strong on his body.

"Let's go for a swim!" the boy asked. He slapped over his rear end in challenge and ran past the sweaty brave into the trees. The man chased after his mischievous boy. It was an easy run for the brave. He enjoyed looking over the youth's surging body and spied on what lie beneath his flapping rear cloth. The brief flashes of the boy's nudity made his loins stir and he wondered why he hadn't taken his pleasure in that small butt. `My cock would probably split his cheeks in two...'

They ended their race in a clearing. A small creek flowed between the walls of thick forest on either side; it flowed clear and cold. Braided Scout was first to drop his breechclout. He went to the boy's side and gently untied the thong belt that held his two deerskin cloths. A healthy erection greeted him.

"In need again?" teased Braided Scout.

"You were gone a long time from me!" Winded Grass quickly reminded the brave. "I didn't feel like pleasuring myself alone. It feels best when giving my sperm to you..."

Braided Scout saw the sincerity on the boy's face and simply nodded. He embraced the youth. When his face came down to the boy's long hair he sniffed it. 'An attractive scent.' He kneeled down to examine more of his boy: the lime-smelling skin of his chest was mixed with dust from their forest run. A kiss was given to the boy's nipple that had pushed out from his breast in male excitement. The brave felt greatly hungered from his exploring. He mouthed down lower until his lips closed around the boy's soft tuft. It crunched in his mouth while his tongue playfully pulled on the dark hairs. A gasp came from Winded Grass. He was surprised by what the man was doing to him.

A pearl of precum oozed from the boy's erection. The man opened his mouth for its taste. 'Ah, sweet as honey!' It wasn't surprising to the youth what happened next. He felt the slippery warmth of the man's mouth going down on his long dick that wasn't unlike the tight feel of his asshole. Stabs were coaxed from him by the man's hands playing over his rear end. The neat thrills were quickly building up.

Braided Scout enjoyed the captured boy in his hands. He pulled over the youth's wiggling butt to make him stab deeper through his thirsty mouth. Gasps were often heard from Winded Grass in response. The man knew that his boy would be coming out soon. `What would it taste like?'

Winded Grass pulled the brave's hands from his butt so that he could perform that manly motion of fucking without assistance. He took hold of the man's shoulders. A great bucking came from his ass when his dick took full pleasure in Braided Scout's mouth. Too soon, his balls tingled in sweet warning. With the boy's outcry came out a gush of his sperm into the man. It was greedily swallowed. When the hot flow ended, Braided Scout pulled over the boy's pole with his tightening lips to get out every sweet drop. The act was very ticklish to the youth.

When the boy's limp dick slipped from Braided Scout's mouth, he felt his own sexual hunger needing to be satisfied. A bold idea came to the man. He turned the soft body around in his hands until the boy's small butt faced him. The brown cheeks hid what the brave sought. His mouth descended upon their softness and his tongue explored down its crack. A musky smell led him to it: the small puckered hole. With strong hands, he made the boy spread his legs to open his innermost ass for a lusty taste. Winded Grass gasped when feeling the man's slippery tongue inside his butthole. Spit made it slick there.

Braided Scout felt great lust. His urgent need forced the boy to drop down to the ground on his knees before him. A male connection was sought. Though the boy protested and tried squirming out of his strong hands, the man mounted behind him for a satisfaction to his aching male loins.

"No, Braided Scout! I don't want to be raped!" the boy shouted. He was being held to the man's hard body by strong hands that he couldn't
easily escape.

Braided Scout heard the boy's fear. "I won't stick in far," he muttered. "You've been given my butt many times so I want be given a similar thing in return! I need to do this."

Winded Grass tried to escape. He didn't accept the man's answer for several reasons: it was his silence that was being traded for taking the man's butt in pleasure and their unmatched bodies now was going to make it a painful joining for the boy. And the expected pain came. Sticking between his trembling cheeks came a cock of manly proportion; it found his tight butthole and tried sticking in it. The man's earlier mouthing of it had made the way slick. A thrust! The boy cried out in pain when the oozing knob of unproven manhood slipped into his hole. He was forced into a drum-beated rhythm when their locked bodies pounded over the dirt.

Braided Scout closed his eyes. He knew only of fucking though it was a new sensation that his body performed. The difficult part had been accomplished. He was inside his boy and as promised, he kept his long cock from stabbing in too deeply. The tight squeezing around his knob made for tremendous thrills. While covering the youth's back with his chest, their legs struggled for position. He kept a strong hold around his captured boy's chest that pinned his arms to his sides. The man was deep in lust's powerful spell. He wasn't considering its consequences...

"Stop! It really hurts!" the boy cried out again and again.

The man was only listening to his need. Deeper stabs through the boy's hole made the sweet thrills in his cock build up. A small pain came from his own hole. His butt oozed from what the boy had put in it only a short while ago.

Braided Scout clung hard to his boy for a quick satisfaction to his aching loins. He hadn't come out since before his hunt. Death was almost won on his outing so he was no longer shy about living or doing what he wanted. He really loved this boy, and if love was truly returned then he would come to accept the man's need.

The boy's butthole squeezed around the man's surging cock. A body's heatness surrounded the shaft of it and stabs went more easily because of its innermost slimyness. Braided Scout was finally performing as a man. The thrills from fucking were even more than he'd imagined.

A sweet twisting was felt in the man's loins. It gave him tremendous pleasure. His cock kicked from powerful spurts of his cum flowing into the boy's body. Winded Grass felt them. His butthole was being filled and that came as a relief since he knew that its painful use would be coming to an end.

When Braided Scout was done with the forceful act, his body felt weary. His hands loosened. That was enough for the boy to escape his rape so he crawled forward until their bodies separated. The man collapsed to the dirt. Pain filled his eyes; not from his exhausted flesh but from the cries of his heart. He had seen the hard look of betrayal staring back at him from Winded Grass.

It was done. Nothing could change that but Braided Scout was glad for what had happened between them. A man should take what he can and he had given much to the boy who now had an answer to his earlier questions upon him. Their love was also being tested. He was going to see if their growing bond was true.

Winded Grass turned away from the brave. He slowly entered the creek and squatted in its cold waters to try dulling his pain. A few pushes rid himself of the man's lust. A thought struck the youth: `I've not seen Braided Scout squat after I fucked him. How does he endure the butt-filled sensation and pain?'

When the boy's legs turned numb from the icy water, he waded back to shore. Braided Scout was still lying in a daze. He noticed the brave's dark pleading eyes. A wrenching came to the boy's heart to see the man's fear and concern. Though it angered him to be raped, they had a friendship and perhaps something more that would endure.

Braided Scout mouthed a silent apology to his boy. He felt badly for having forced their sexual joining though it had felt good. Much relief for his aching loins! But he also felt something more was accomplished from it; a kind of sharing between them that made the man and boy equals.

Winded Grass slowly dropped to the ground on his knees before the young brave. His first impulse was to show anger. Instead, he kept his face plain since he now understood what this man had endured at the lusty hands of an enemy warrior. The boy blew out a nervous breath. He stared into the brave's seeking eyes with a little compassion.

"I was also in need," explained Braided Scout in a whisper.

Winded Grass nodded his head. His thoughts flew back to all the times he had stuck into this man's ass for a release; no thought was given to satisfying the brave after his deed was done. "You didn't have to rape me!" the boy blurted out from the anger he could no longer contain.

Braided Scout nodded in reply. "Yes. That was wrong of me. Yet, would you have offered your butt to me before my asking for it or even if I had?" The boy shrugged his shoulders; his eyes fell to the ground.

Braided Scout felt released from the boy's anger when their eye contact ended. He dropped his eyes down at himself noticing a brown stain over his penis that had come from fucking the boy. He walked to the creek with a hand covering himself so that the youth wouldn't notice it. All proof of the rape was cleansed from his loins while he pushed out what was in his butt. The water was very cold. He quickly returned to warm himself in the summer sun next to the youth.

Only silence greeted him on return. The man rested uneasily over the dirt and kept silent himself. Many thoughts swirled around in his head; troubling ones. He was worried that the boy might tell others what he had done. His shame of being raped from that enemy warrior would also come out and in punishment, his tribe would likely cast him out. Was the hope for love between them also gone?

Braided Scout shook his head at that last thought. He was risking banishment and worse yet he seemed more concerned with a loss of love. Was this boy worth it? The man swallowed nervously in his throat. The continuing silence was not good for them. He knew that something had to be done to win the boy back to him but what?

The man got into a sitting position with raised knees. He wrapped his arms around his folded legs and stared at the youth. Winded Grass reluctantly met his stare. There was no longer anger in the boy's eyes; only sadness.

"It hurt a lot," whispered Winded Grass. "Why do you like getting stuck into?" There was boldness in the youth and much daring.

Braided Scout thought for a moment. It was a difficult question but he knew that some answer had to be given the boy. "It hurt me to allow the warrior his use of my butt," he explained, "yet I was facing sure death. Having escaped that, I faced an even greater humiliation from others learning about it. You saw what had been done to me. I traded your silence with a repeating of that rape."

Winded Grass stared at the brave. It didn't explain everything so he voiced another question. "Why does your dick get hard from having your ass fucked. And why have you allowed me to do it again and again?"

The man grimaced. What he feared most had been voiced by the youth; a thing that he could barely admit even to himself. The silence between them grew heavy like the morning fog. What could he say?

Winded Grass saw the dark shadow falling over the man's face. His heart wrenched for having asked so bold a question upon his friend so he reached his arm out to him in a gesture to take it back.

Braided Scout looked up. He was touched by the boy's act of compassion and it surprised himself to hear words coming out of his mouth. "I love you, Winded Grass. I want to give you pleasure because of how I feel. Enjoy it... I enjoy feeling your dick in my ass."

The boy tried hiding his surprise at the man's words. What they said; the admission could become a great humiliation to the brave. He continued to hold Braided Scout's shoulder though his eyes fell to the dirt in embarrassment mixed with shame. No man was expected to admit such a thing; it was a denial to his very manhood!

"I am still a man," explained Braided Scout as if reading the boy's thoughts. "What I did to you earlier tried proving that. It wasn't done to hurt you!"

Winded Grass nodded. He still couldn't lift up his eyes from the ground but he managed to ask, "did it feel good?"

The man nodded. "Yes. My loins hadn't come out since before my hunt. After I sucked on your dick, my dick was really needing to. I like your butt. It's a good way to join our male bodies."

Winded Grass lifted his eyes to read the truth in the man's words. He saw sincerity in them. It was disturbing to think that such a brutal act could show love since he knew that that enemy warrior had no love for Braided Scout when he raped him. His own use of the brave's ass had come from lust since it was freely offered. He wouldn't have forced their joining. They were friends, and more.

The boy shivered. After hearing the bold truth from Braided Scout's heart, he was seeing it in his own. A hard thing to accept. The brave noticed the youth's shaking and drew him into his lap for an embrace of warmth. It was a sensual feeling of the boy's slippery rear end wiggling over his thigh. The youth's soft head rested against his breast. He released a weary sigh... At that very moment their hearts became one.

In the sun-lit forest, the man and his boy came to terms with their male love.


A new day came. Though they had slept apart, Winded Grass was quick to join Braided Scout in their morning tasks. The man showed his young charge the skills he would need when becoming a man himself. And one of them was sexual instruction. A thing his own father couldn't teach him. The brave and his boy were learning it together. Braided Scout was eager to try new pleasures with their bodies; the boy a bit reluctant. He was remembering the pain he had endured from their forced joining by the creek on that day...

Braided Scout was always gentle with his young lover ever after. He kept himself from forcing anything upon the boy and knew that he was more willing to give pleasure than to expect a return of it. One of their favorite sexual acts was a naked embrace: a simple hug with their chests rubbing and hands low over each other's butts to grind their swollen cocks together towards explosion. After catching their breaths, the man would sniff over the youth's body and lick up what remained from their sweet male releases. He liked the taste of their mingling sperm.

Often, the brave drank it from the boy's loins with a sucking of his pole to bring it up from his balls. The act felt similar to having stuck into the man's butthole: tight and hot!

They also continued to fuck. Braided Scout felt it was the most intimate way of connecting their male bodies and he admitted to his boy that he wanted to keep his seed deep within him. That same pleasure was not returned to the man though. As much as Winded Grass was coming to accept and enjoy their sexual bond he didn't want his ass raped again.

Admits all their sex, they talked about what they were doing and how it felt right in their hearts. Winded Grass no longer dropped his eyes in embarrassment or shame when hearing the man's words of love for him or how he enjoyed coaxing his young lover's sperm in hand, his mouth or deep in his hole. It was a good thing for them to share.

Though they agreed to keep their union a secret, they sought out their People's shaman and had themselves bound as male companions. It was a ritual reserved for braves who wanted to become like brothers; always at each other's side when hunting or on the warpath. To mark their joining, a length of thong was cut from each of their breechclouts and tied into their long hair. The shaman asked for the Great Mystery's blessing upon His two children. He suspected what the man and boy truly shared and approved of it.

"You've never told me why you had a hard manhood display after that warrior raped you," asked Winded Grass one afternoon.

Braided Scout paused from the carving of his newly hewn bow to look up at his boy. A long sigh escaped from his mouth. He wasn't shamed by the question but wondered how he could explain it to the youth's satisfaction. "That Pawnee was handsome..." he began. A sharp look came from the boy which made the brave laugh. "I will tell you so that you'll not be asking me this same question ever again!

Winded Grass cast down his feelings of jealousy so that he could try understanding what the man would be telling him. In the three moons after they'd ritually binded themselves together before their shaman, he's been wary of any young man or boy who approached Braided Scout. He didn't want to share his man with any other!

"There was pain when that warrior stuck into me," the brave explained. "Yet after a while, I began feeling a powerful beat from his deeper stabs though my asshole. His swollen knob in me was giving me a dark sense of pleasure; like the scratching of a hard-to-reach itch. I was also under a death threat. That had me enduring the pain but it surprised me how easily our male bodies were fitting together and how much he seemed to enjoy our forced union. It had given me some measure of thrills."

"Like how we're often joining ourselves with my dick in your hole?" asked Winded Grass.

Braided Scout nodded. He put down his crafted bow to lift up his front flap to expose himself before the boy. "When I felt his seed gushing through my butt, my loins reacted as if I had been the one doing the butt fucking. You saw my 'hard manhood display' after his brutal act but what you hadn't noticed was that I had spilt seed to my front flap!"

Winded Grass' eyes widened. It prompted another question from him. "When I stuck into your butt, did you... also release?"

"Yes. For the first few times when you fucked me, I felt the power from your lust giving vent to my own. It had shamed me to see my body's reaction so I hid my spilt seed over the ground by kicking dirt over it."

"I wondered why you didn't seem to be in need after I fucked you..." Braided Scout's words went through the boy's head and begged yet another question to be asked. "You don't come out any more when I'm sticking into you?"

The brave laughed. "I've become used to feeling your long dick in me! That dark inner pleasure is still felt with your thrusts but I'm able to prevent my release like how an older boy is able to prolong his erection handling from experience. Have you not pulled over your horny dick but kept it from spilling its seed too quickly?"

The boy giggled. "Yes. I enjoyed coaxing my thrills when I use to beat off alone and by pausing from it, kept myself from getting to that final ending pleasure. Tricking my dick made it become a red warpainted color and very sore!"

"Better to share that part of your body with another, isn't it?" the man asked. His boy giggled in reply.

When the brave's arms opened in his gesture for love making, the boy went to him with a dropped breechclout. He sat in the man's lap facing him. Legs wrapped around each other's flexing butts while between them, their groin hair crunched and lengthening dicks mashed. They stared into each other's eyes with love. Their arms held each other close and in a drum-beated rhythm, their bodies played to the dance of male lust. It was a good battle between their bellies. heir cocks were evenly matched since Winded Grass was quickly maturing during their honey moon. With sexual dripping, their rubbing was getting very pleasurable towards release. They didn't try to prolong it. Breaths held. When the man reached down to his boy's lips for a kiss, it set off their explosions. Cum flew to their heaving chests. Sweet rain! Their sweat ran down during their long rest afterwards. It seemed amazing to them that their love making was getting better and better.

Something soft was voiced in the boy's breath. Braided Scout wasn't sure but he thought he'd heard the word 'love'. It pleased him. When Winded Grass lowered his weary head onto the brave's shoulder and closed his eyes, he was held. The man kept his sleepy boy close to his breast. Their running seed tickled gainst his body when it flowed down. Theirs was a love between a young man and his boy. It would last forever.

For The Love of Indian Boys Part 1

Quick Legs and I laugh at our new friend, Taller Shadow. He boasts of having 'done it!' With his face full of anger nd fists raised to us from our disbelief, the older boy steps behind the storage shed to relieve himself. Quick Legs starts pounding on the shed wall. I join him. We won't allow Taller Shadow to escape such a fantastic boast.

My young friend ends his pounding to peek around the corner at the boy. I'm amazed at his boldness. I taunt Taller Shadow to return to us. I want him to tell us how he 'performed' with a girl to see if his boast is true.

Quick Legs peeks some more and giggles. I wonder what the older boy is doing behind the shed? My young friend gasps. Taller Shadow steps out naked to us. His right hand clutches his front cloth while his other hand pulls over his growing erection. He grins at my young friend as if knowing of his naughty peeking.

"What are you doing?" Quick Legs asks.

I smile at my friend's innocent question. Taller Shadow remains silent though. The youth curiously turns to me but I'm too embarrassed to say anything. I thought that all boys knew how to get their aching poles to wet. It's very bold of Taller Shadow to be performing this in front of us. I've always handled myself alone in the woods. The boy's brazen display is exciting. We watch him excite himself further.

I timidly look over Taller Shadow's straining body. His shoulders are broad; his arms strong and beautiful in motion. Strength also shows in his breast and poised legs. He has a few dark hairs sprouting from his armpits and a crop grows above his dick. The rounded sac of his balls is almost a handful. He's kept on his rear cloth over his butt. Taller Shadow is still considered a boy in our tribe's eyes yet his body is nearly a man's.

Taller Shadow's fingers move quickly around his erection. He has a long, curved dick. The pink tip of it pops out ith each of his strokes. A wetness drips into his hand. He takes some up with his thumb and rubs it over the rest of his angry colored penis. He then begins a more violent act for us.

With fire in his eyes that seem to burn into me, Taller Shadow stabs through his clenched hand as if mounting a squaw. His butt humps in and out to the rhythm of a lustful drumbeat. Quick Legs glances at me with utter amazement filling his eyes. I know that the coming explosion will surprise my young friend even more.

"Why don't you join me?" asks Taller Shadow between breaths. "You seem old enough to make yours come out, Bright Leaf. You can handle your friend's little pole to show him the pleasure us older boys enjoy."

Quick Legs giggles nervously. I shake my head back and forth in reply. It's not that I'm afraid of trying. I don't want anyone to catch me handling myself or touching my friend's nakedness. We're not as bold as Taller Shadow.

"Let's go inside the storage shed," suggests the older boy. Seeing that I hesitate, Taller Shadow reminds us of our own naughty act. "I caught you being naked with your young friend in the outhouse." I lowermy head in embarrassment. His words bring me back to how this began.

Quick Legs and I had been exploring the far side of our reservation when we came upon an outhouse and a small storage shed. We were surprised by their discovery since there we no encampments nearby. Both were old structures. Their wooden walls were cracked and only an uncovered hole remained inside the outhouse. We made use of it.

It was the first time that we'd seen each other urinating. Our two yellow streams crossed above the hole. My young friend bore an erection. My own pole grew long from staring at his excitement. After we finished pissing, we stood silently and glanced at each other. I felt that Quick Legs wanted to try something with me so I dropped my breechclout and turned to him. His eyes grew bright from looking over my body. His two deerskin cloths joined mine on the dirt floor.

I hungrily reached for the youth's small body. He smiled at my interest. His balls were a small sackful below a stiff finger length pole. No groin hair. His butt was soft and exciting for me to touch. Timidly, the boy reached out for my body to pull on my groin hairs and to handle my long dick. He especially liked to rub over my butt. No words were spoken between us. This was a new experience for my young friend.

The boy seemed amazed by my longer dick. He glanced down at his smaller erection in dismay. I broke the silence by assuring my young friend that his pole would grow to my size by next summer. My body had been small like his only a year ago.

Quick Legs became shy. He turned away from me to look for his thong belt and two flaps. I trapped him in my arms. His warmth against me was very exciting and I was tempted to handle my dick. Yet I remained still. I didn't want our special moment together to end.

That's when Taller Shadow burst into the outhouse. He witnessed our naked embrace and laughed at us. As Quick Legs and I rushed to don our breechclouts, the boy claimed to have done that with a girl. He further boasted that he had even spermed her. That had us laughing back at him.

My foot gets stomped on by Taller Shadow. It takes me from my thoughts, especially when he embarrasses me by pointing to my front flap. My young friend also stares at the bulge pushing its way up my breechclout. My face begins to burn.

"I see that you're wanting to do it," says Taller Shadow. "Come inside if you're afraid of being seen. The shed door can be latched shut on the inside."

Taller Shadow stands beside the door. He holds it open and motions for us to go inside. I turn to my young friend and wordlessly gesture, 'do you want to go in and do things with this new boy?'

Quick Legs answers me by walking past the tall boy and into the storage shed. I shrug my shoulders and walk in. Taller Shadow grins as I pass him. He crowds in behind us. The door gets latched.

There's a lot of rubbish inside here. A part of the shed's roof has fallen in against one side. That only leaves some standing space near the door. I wonder if it's such a good idea to stay inside. The rest of the roof may come down on our heads!

Before I can decide whether or not to leave, a strong hand tugs on our thong belts to bare our bodies. We turn to an eager Taller Shadow. His dark eyes stare at my young friend's body and my own. He keeps on his rear flap for some reason. The front of him is still naked.

Our bodies huddle close together because of the small space. Quick Legs looks to me for guidance. I turn to the older boy and wait for him to start the things he's promised.

A strong hand starts feeling over my butt. Taller Shadow handles both of my cheeks with his fingers tracing down my crack. I gasp when he rubs over my hole. His other hand reaches for the front of me. I gasp when the boy pulls over my long dick. His strokes get my red tip to pop out. It's a very tickly sensation! Tremendous thrills build up in me.

"Has anyone ever handled you this way?" asks Taller Shadow. (His gentle hands continue to caress Bright Leaf's front and rear nakedness. He wants to enflame the boy to accept a deeper involvement of sex with him.)

I shake my head in reply. My young friend watches us with bright eyes. He giggles when I release a moan of pleasure from Taller Shadow's pullings around my dick. This boy will get me to explode soon.

"All older boys have need to do it," explains Taller Shadow. "Even a man if he has no squaw to attend him."

Quick Legs shouts, "I once saw a brave doing it to himself!"

"Which brave was it?" I ask in surprise. My young friend has never told me about this.

"I don't know his name..." lies Quick Legs.

"At least tell us what you saw!" I plead to my friend. We eagerly listen to the young boy's account.

"It happened two moons ago. A hunting party returned late to the tribe. I followed one of the braves to ask how he fared but paused outside the tipi when I saw him strip upon entering. I heard a skin rubbing sound in the darkness.

"The brave spied me at his doorway. He asked that I fetch some sticks to put on his fire pit. I knew that wasn't his reason for inviting me but I was drawn by his exciting manly display and did as he bade me.

"After building up the fire in the center of his tipi, the brave asked me to close the door flap. I knew that something interesting was going to happen between us because of his need for privacy. I stood and watched the man handle his long dick in the building fire light. He gestured for me to drop my two flaps.

"I was proud to show the man my erection in trade for seeing his long dick! The brave began singing a low chant of breathy words and moans. I danced around the fire to his lusty song. My pole swung against my belly with each of my 'hunting' steps. That made the man laugh.

"The brave entered into a deep spell. It was a little frightening to hear his loud moans and to watch his hands around his thrusting spear and flexing butt. His eyes had such a wild look in them, like your eyes now, Bright Leaf!"

My young friend pauses from his story to watch us. Taller Shadow pushes on my butt to get me to stab through his clenched fingers. My stomach feels tight. A thrilling wave builds up inside me. Yet my dick is getting chafed. I try ignoring the pain.

"Hold your breath," instructs Taller Shadow. "That helps it to come out." (He spits to his fingers and resumes handling Bright Leaf's erection.)

I close my eyes after doing what the boy asks. My dick no longer chafes. It slips easily through Taller Shadow's tight hand. The sweet thrills build up again. My lungs feel like they're going to burst though.

I gasp in surprise when feeling a finger push on my butthole. It slips in. Trapped between Taller Shadow's wonderful hands, the sensations of pain mixed with sweet pleasure becomes too much for me.

Quick Legs shouts with glea when squirts come from my dick. I cry out from the tremendous thrill of sperming. It makes me feel faint. A strong arm keeps me from falling while a hundred drums start beating inside my ears. I struggle to regain my breath.

"I want your butt," whispers Taller Shadow. (He holds the fainting boy to him while bringing his finger up to his nose. Its musky butt odor excites the older boy. He lusts to stick more than a finger up
Bright Leaf's hole.)

After a long moment to recover from my body's efforts, I open my eyes in the crowded storage shed. Quick Legs points to the dirt at my feet. A wet streak lies there. I'm embarrassed that I've been made to do that in front of these two boys.

"That's what the brave pissed out," Quick Legs explains. "The brave was rocking on his knees, his butt flexing wildly while his dick thrusted into his hand. He released his hot breath on me in a moan after wetting several times to my feet. I saw that it wasn't urine. He explained that it was manly seed that he had wanted to put inside me."

I shake my head at the young boy's story. Taller Shadow smiles knowingly. Does he understand what the brave had meant? I'm distracted from asking when my dick gets pulled on. The youth stares at the cum his hand has taken from me.

(After studying the clear release in the youth's palm, Taller Shadow announces): "it isn't the sperm of a man, Bright Leaf. You could put this in a girl and not fear getting her with a child. I first mounted a young squaw a few winters ago. She liked how my release was clear as yours. When it turned thick, she wouldn't have anything to do with me! Only young girls could have me sperm them without fear."

(Taller Shadow pauses to recall that one willing girl wasn't as young as he'd thought. They had embraced often to mate with each other in wild love. She became with child. It had been the reason for his arrival to this reservation, alone. Shaking his head from that memory, the older boy continues to brag.)

"I only service young girls who are curious to feel my dick inside them. I've been at this reservation for only a moon yet one girl has already allowed me to mount her!"

"Who is she?" I ask Taller Shadow in disbelief.

"I don't know her name," lies Taller Shadow. "But if you come back tomorrow morning she'll meet me at the outhouse. We've been making love here nearly every day. I've been giving her much sperm."

I nod my head at Taller Shadow's offer to spy on them. Quick Legs answers with a bright grin. We're both curious to see what he'll do with a girl in the outhouse.

"I want to try mounting you now," asks Taller Shadow. "I brought you to it so I'm really needing to release my dick!"

"Is that what the brave wanted to do with me?" asks Quick Legs in a whisper.

"I believe so," Taller Shadow replies. "Your hole wasn't matched to that man's size. My dick is smaller than a brave's while your friend's butt entrance is bigger than yours. Our bodies should fit together."

I shrug in reply to Quick Legs' curious glances. I too don't know what Taller Shadow means by his words. But I get a suspicion when the older boy drops to his knees and kisses my butt. He mouths over both my cheeks. It tickles me. He sticks his tongue through my crack while his hands open me there. I feel a wetness over my hole. The sensation makes me gasp in surprise from his very naughty act!

Quick Legs giggles. Too embarrassed to resist, I simply allow Taller Shadow to invade my innermost nakedness. The strange sensation of having my butthole licked makes me tense. His tongue penetrates me. The feeling is very sexual. It gets my pole to rise up against my belly.

Taller Shadow tongues my hole a few more times before standing behind me. He pants over my shoulder while his hands part my cheeks. I feel his dick slipping through the crack of my butt. The hard tip of it rubs over my hole. My eyes widen in disbelief. Is the boy going to try to rape me?!

I've heard the grim stories of lusty warriors who have mounted their fallen enemies. It's performed on injured or dying men who couldn't avoid the humility. Captured boys have also been known to be used like squaws. I'm curious to see how a male enters another but I don't want to endure the pain or any shame from it.

Taller Shadow grips my waist. He pokes his dick against my hole and sticks in! I gasp in pain. His arms keep me to him in a tight hold while below, our sweaty bodies connect. I feel like a wounded animal the boy has speared.

"It hurts!" I tell Taller Shadow. The boy tries to shoo me with calming words in my ear. Yet his body remains locked in mine. We stand motionless for many heartbeats. Quick Legs grins. He doesn't realizes what the older boy has done to me.

I test my strength against Taller Shadow. He manages to keep his arms around me. My butthole is filled with his hard dick. I'm embarrassed by how I've been caught. He had seen my young friend and I being naked together so I must endure this painful act. I also don't want my young friend to get hurt.

"Your butthole is tight around my dick," whispers Taller Shadow. "Don't fight it. The pain will subside when you relax your butt to my need! I'm going to enjoy mounting you, Bright Leaf. A boy is more exciting for me to seed than a girl."

Taller Shadow begins a man's motion in my butt. The stabbing pain is hard to endure. I feel tears fall to my cheeks. I'm embarrassed to have my young friend witnessing my weakness. A darkness fills my eyes. It's like a heavy storm cloud filling my head with lightning flashes of pain. I try to keep from losing myself.

(Silence fills the shed. Quick Legs realizes that his friend is being hurt. His small hands try prying the older boy's arms from around Bright Leaf's body. Yet Taller Shadow is too strong. Too determined to fuck his captured boy's ass until his seed flows.)

I sob in defeat. I'm barely aware of what's going on. Pain fills my very being. My butthole isn't hurting as much as before. Even when the older boy thrusts into it like a mad man. My spirit is crying out. I feel that I'm losing myself to strange sensations and dark emotions. It'll end when he finishes it so I try to endure it as I must.

A warmth embraces my chest. I open my eyes to find my young friend holding me. He buries his face in my arm. I'm comforted by his embrace and glad that he isn't staring at me. Taller shadow continues to stab into my tender butthole.

Strange thrills start building in me. It centers deep in my butt and shoots through my dick. I notice that I'm erected against Quick Legs. His pole is soft. Lust enflames my next actions. My hands reach down for my friend's butt and feel over its softness. I hold him closer so that our dicks can rub. My loins are building towards another release.

Quick Legs peers up at me. His eyes shine from our naked embrace. Between us, I feel his rising pole pressing against my erection. I'm able to ignore the pain of what the older boy is doing to my body because of my friend's warmth.

I grip my dear friend and begin our loving. My hands lift him with each of my lusty thrusts. Our poles rub harshly together at that moment. When I release him, our groins separate. I glance down to see that his stiff pole is like a stick against his belly. My larger dick seems unmatched to have proper sex with his.

Our bodies come together again. I see the sweet effort of it in my friend's bright eyes. He gives me a nice smile. Something touches me inside. A strange aching that wants me holding him in my arms forever. Is this what love feels like?

Quick Legs shows me such wonderful things on his face. I reveal to him what's in my heart. I'm filled with the joy and deep feelings of our friendship. I don't feel anything for Taller Shadow. He makes the motions of love with my body but nothing touches my heart from it.

Taller Shadow becomes frantic. Moans come through his nose as he gives kiss after kiss to my neck. Below, I feel his groin hairs crunching against my cheeks. I match the beat of loving Quick Legs to the older boy's use of my butthole. Together our hips sway, our groins grind and breaths blow out as moans from thrusting warm bodies.

The older boy ends his kisses to hold a breath. His thrusts become quick and deep. With a strong grip on my hips, Taller Shadow plunges into my ass to sperm me. His loud cry announces his lusty accomplishment. I feel the throbbing of his dick in me. His releases last for six heartbeats! Something deep in me also throbs. It gets my dick to shoot painfully to my friend's belly. My next squirts turn to tremendous pleasure. I release a loud moan while my spirit soars high to the clouds.

I open my eyes to Quick Legs' worried expression. I bring my hands up his heated back to give him a reassuring hug. Deep feelings swell in me. It's almost a pain in my heart to be holding my friend close like a lover.

Taller Shadow pulls from my slimy hole. He kneels behind me to bite both of my butt cheeks. I wince out from the mean act and hear his
breath filled voice turn boastful.

"We're... bonded!" announces Taller Shadow. (He pauses to take a few urgent breaths.) "We're more than blood brothers. Our mating binds your spirit to mine. I may mount willing girls for their pleasure but it's with a boy that satisfies my loins and spirit. You're the first that I've spermed!"

Taller Shadow fills me with dread. Does he really think that our spirits have joined? That same fear is seen in the eyes of my dear friend. I rest my head on his small shoulder to ponder over it. Ours has been a great friendship. We have known each other forever! This older boy may seem wise but he's only a new friend. I listen to my heart and feel the truth become clear.

"You're still my best friend," I whisper to Quick Legs. Yet I feel something for Taller Shadow. His deeper thrusts made something in my butthole feel intense. My second release had been thrilling. As an older boy, Taller Shadow can show us much in the ways of making love.

Taller Shadow searches through the pile of breechclouts and dons his. He rushes out of the shed. As the wooden door closes with a bang, I feel something warm drop to my breast. It pains my heart to see my young friend crying. I pat his back while whispering comforting words to him. From a distance we hear Taller Shadow calling out to us.

"Remember to come here tomorrow morning..."

I shake my head. Many exciting things were shown us his day. My arms hold Quick Legs close to me for a long while. Was the youth disturbed by what he's seen? I look around the storage shed and grin. What will Taller Shadow do with a girl in here, I wonder? It'll be exciting to
watch!

The young boy's tears end. His face is still red when he peers up at me. "I'm glad he's gone," Quick Legs whispers. "Tell me... how did it feel to sperm as a man?" (He gathers the clear wetting from his belly.)

I only shrug my shoulders and smile. How can I explain to a young boy what squirting it out is like? Quick Legs sniffs his wet hand. His
sexual curiosity makes me grin.

I bend over to pick up our breechclouts. My butt aches. I remain crouched until the sharp pain subsides. I'm startled when my friend slips his hand between my cheeks. He stares at the sticky essence that he's found there.

Quick Legs asks, "Taller Shadow squirted this to you from his dick?"

I peer into my friend's hand. Unlike my watery release, the older boy's sperm is thick and white. Truly a man's seed. He needs to perform more intense sexual acts to squirt it out, I suppose. Yet I don't want him to use my butt again.

I grin when my friend wipes his hand off on his balls. He reaches between my cheeks for more of Taller Shadow's sperm. His hand repeats the wetting ritual. I gently push more from my hole. It flows over my balls. I also use the older boy's powerful medicine to help bring maturity to my loins.

My slimy hand brings an erection to my dick. I'm amazed at it's growth. Hasn't it been satisfied enough this day? Quick Legs grins. He turns from me and slaps over his butt cheeks. I turn around and back myself onto his waiting backside. The young boy sighs when our warm bodies touch. Our hands reach for each other's hips. We rub butts. This is our special expression of love.

We keep this backward embrace for a long, tender moment. My heart is full for Quick Legs. I'm glad that the older boy had shown us how to make love. A crow's call from outside the shed startles us. My young friend pulls away. Our naked touching ends. I gather our breechclouts from the dirt floor with a weary sigh.

We're quick to don the pair of cloths. My young friend runs out the door, giggling, with me in pursuit. I glance back at the small shed for a brief moment and know that it'll always be a fond memory for me.

Early the next morning, Quick Legs and I hide ourselves near the old wooden shacks. We had talked long into the afternoon about coming here or not. My young friend feared that an adult might catch us. I assured him that we'd be keeping guard over Taller Shadow's act inside. Besides, I was curious to see how differently he makes love to a girl in his arms.

That boy's beastly act had him sperming into my butt. A thick release that was different from what I had squirted to Quick Legs. His was truly sperm. It wasn't given to me in love though. Only when I held my dear friend did I feel a deep thing in my heart as well as in my loins. I can achieve this even from a simple smile from the young boy. Our naked embrace satisfied both needs.

"There's Taller Shadow!" my friend excitedly whispers.We watch the boy run up the path with his thin breechclout flapping with each stride. I notice how small his cloths are. It's easy to view his butt and hairy loins from the side. A man's lengthy garment would be more appropriate for this boy's maturing body.

I raise my hand to Taller Shadow from our hiding place in the bushes. He spots me and waves back. My young friend giggles. I give the youth a stern look to quiet him. The older boy leans against the outhouse door to await the arrival of the girl that he's boasted about.

I'm not surprised that Taller Shadow uses this place for his secret meeting with a girl. The outhouse is far from the tribe and rarely used. Its state of disrepair will allow my friend and I to peek in through the cracks when they do it. I glance at Quick Legs. He gives me a sly smile as if thinking this same thing.

It becomes a lengthy wait. I become more and more convinced that nothing is going to happen this morning. I'm not doubting Taller Shadow's boast. The girl may have become fearful or desires to embrace him no longer.

I glance at my young friend beside me. He's also disappointed. I shrug my shoulders when feeling his unspoken question as to be leaving or not. I would like to stay a while longer. To witness Tall Shadow mounting a girl in his arms would be a most exciting and bold thing to see.

I grin at my young friend. He's crouched on his knees behind the tall bush. By leaning forward, the youth's front flap hangs away from his groin. I spy on his little penis. It surprises me that the youth can feel pleasure from sex. As a young boy, nothing can squirt from his pole. Yet he seems to enjoy the rubbing.

I peer through our bush protector at Taller Shadow. He's still alone. I wonder how long Quick Legs is willing to wait for that girl to show up. I'm willing to stay longer. What can we do to pass the time? I come up with an idea.

To distract the youth, I reach for the front of his body. My hand cups his warm little pole and balls. I begin a boy's common ritual
there. Quick Legs shyly accepts my touch.

I feel the boy's swelling in my hand. My own dick is getting hard. Quick Legs gives me a sly grin when my front flap pushes away from my groin. A sense of pride comes from showing the boy my manly excitement.

When my friend grows to full length, I begin handling it for him. A gentle up and down pulling over his stiff length. The youth closes his eyes. I reach down for my aching length to beat off as well.

Quick Legs pulls his front flap from his body. It makes my handling easier. The boy's red knob pops out from the thick skin. I notice how dry it is. No fluid of excitement comes from its tip. When my dick erects, a clear oozing always comes out. Taller Shadow's dick had it too. I suppose that Quick Legs is too young for sex. Yet I enjoyed making love to him.

My young friend shudders. A look of pain fills his face. I know that my hand is chafing his angry-colored pole. An idea comes to me. It's easier to do since the youth still has his eyes closed. I wouldn't try it if he were watching me.

I put my face near the youth's smooth groin. There's a lime smell to his skin mixed with sweat. His stiff pole is close to my mouth. I become bold by going down on it. It's a thrilling sensation. I'm able to suck on all the boy's length. A very naughty thing for me to perform!

Quick Legs gasps. I reach around his body to hold his small butt. The boy struggles but he can't get away from me. I force him to stab through my mouth. Breaths race through him. When he cries out, I know that the youth has achieved his thrill. My hands relax around his trembling body.

I sit up and begin handling myself. Quick Legs looks down at his stiff pole, moist with my spit. He glares at me for my naughty trick. I return his stare with a sly grin. My need is upon me. While rocking on my knees, I flex my butt in and out to my forward stabs. It's exciting to perform this in front of another boy. I'll soon achieve my thrill but it won't be a dry ending like my young friend's.

Quick Legs dons his front flap. He watches me masturbate with interest. Gone is his stern expression. When I moan, the boy tries to keep himself from giggling. I'm feeling close to getting my dick to squirt. The youth is waiting to see this.

I'm taken from my pleasure when Taller Shadow calls out to someone. The boy stands up tall when a young girl approaches. It's Running Fawn. She's about my age; a few years older than her two brothers. I'm not surprised that it's she who comes to be mounted. I've heard rumors about her playing naked games with her brothers. Now I know all those whispered stories to be true!

Quick Legs nudges me hard. I see the excitement on his young face for what may unfold. He's still flushed from my earlier handling. It's unfortunate that Running Fawn couldn't have come a little later. My hard dick really aches me.

We spy through our bush at the pair. Taller Shadow has taken Running Fawn into his arms and starts kissing her fully on the lips! The girl daringly reaches under the boy's rear flap. Her hand lustfully pulls over his backside. I have to cover my mouth to keep my giggles inside me.

After a few more kisses, they enter the outhouse. I wait a moment longer before leaving the bushes. Quick Legs rushes towards the outhouse. I hold him back to a stealthy crawl so that our feet won't make sounds over the ground.

My young friend crouches near the small wooden structure. We find a long crack and peer in. It's dark inside. I feel disappointed from not being able to see much. We might not be able to view their touching nakedness after all.

I shield my face from the light of morning. It should only take a little while for my eyes to adjust. I close my eyes. When I hear
something drop to the dirt floor, I peer in through the crack.

It's very dim in there. My straining eyes can make out someone's back. I can't tell if it's the girl or the boy that I'm spying on. Hands reach down to grip their butt.

Loud kissing follows. They're embraced to make love. I'm not getting a good view of it though. Quick Legs taps on my shoulder and points around the outhouse. I nod in agreement since I want to watch them doing it from the side and not with someone's butt blocking the view.

A small hole in the door allows one of us to peek in. Taking turns, we watch them kiss and explore each other's bodies with hungry hands. Taller Shadow mouths the girl's unformed breasts. He kisses down her belly to the girl's smooth slit. She moans from it. I think that he'll be sticking into her soon. Taller shadow had tongued into my butthole right before mounting me.

Running Fawn spreads her legs. The boy is eager to get his erection in. Though his body blocks my view of her cunt, I've seen naked girls before to know what her opening is like. I come to understanding something. The boy had used my butthole since that's where a male has an opening to fit a dick into it. I'm still surprised by how that's actually done.

When their bodies join, Taller Shadow begins a man's motion. I enjoy watching his butt flex in and out from his revealing thrusts inside the girl. Their mating is face to face because of their different sexes. It allows them to kiss and make love properly. Two boys doing it must perform that same act in an opposite position. That's only a lustful thing since it cannot result in making a baby between two males.

My young friend taps on my shoulder to signal his turn to peek in through the hole. I give up my position and move quietly to a long crack on the side. Peering inwards, I see the young girl leaning heavily over Taller Shadow. She moans with each of the boy's thrusts. He also moans from the great pleasure that comes from their mating.

My hand reaches down to my erection under the front flap. I begin to pleasure it with quick strokes. My thoughts turn to Quick Legs and how much I'd like to be embracing him now. While keeping that thought in my head, I feel the waves of increasing thrills building up in me.

I imagine that I'm exploring my young friend's body. My hands rub over his small butt while my mouth sucks over the boy's chest. I kiss my way down to the front of him. His stiff pole gets sucked on. The young boy struggles to get away but my hands around his cheeks are firm. His attempt is half-hearted since my mouth is giving him much pleasure. He cries out in his high-pitched voice. I taste his clear seed.

I'm distracted from my sweet daydream by a long drawn-out moan coming from inside the outhouse. I eagerly peek through the crack. The girl's butt is flexing wildly. She helps the boy to thrust more deeply into her cunt. I know the pleasure she's feeling from the boy's long dick. Taller Shadow's long thrusts through my butthole had forced mysperm out.

My eyes strain through the darkness for the mating pair. I can't spy any movement. It must be over with. The boy and girl are standing motionless with their arms draped over each other. Heavy breathing. I realize that Taller Shadow must have spermed her! When their bodies separate, I move from my place to fetch Quick Legs. We must make good our escape.

My young friend gives me a bright smile. I know that he must be very excited from witnessing how a boy seeds a girl. Their act in the outhouse wasn't very different from what Taller Shadow had done with me yesterday. That boy has a horny dick and he'll stick into anyone's hole to release it.

"They did it!" shouts the young boy.

"I know," I whisper. "Let's get away from here." I take my friend's hand and lead him quietly away. I don't take him back to camp. Instead, I look for a secluded spot since both of us bear erections. I want badly for us to use them.

When we reach a place filled with tall bushes and a tree, I turn to Quick Legs while lifting my front flap. He smiles from seeing my long dick and eagerly shows me his. The boy's erection is much smaller than mine. Only a long finger against his belly. Yet the boy is excited. I'll make it feel good for him.

Quick Legs struggles with a knot in his thong belt. I drop my breechclout to the ground and help the boy with his. It won't loosen. In my eagerness, I pull on the belt and break it. The youth giggles when the two cloths fall to the ground. Naked before me, he glances over my body with curious eyes. I turn around to show off my butt.

I gesture for my friend to handle me there. His small hands rub over both of my cheeks. Exciting tingles run up and down my spine from his touch. When I feel a warmth pressing against them, I realize that we're touching butts. I find the boy's hands and grip them.

"You're my best friend," I whisper. The youth humps his butt against me in reply. My next words become bold. "I'm feeling such a deep thing in my heart that I know it's my love for you. Do you feel anything for me?"

Only silence. When Quick Legs squeezes my hand, I sigh with relief. I suppose the boy finds it hard to say that he loves me too.

We separate after a long while of rubbing butts. He turns to me with timid eyes. I grip his shoulders to show him that what we're doing is good. My hands roam down to his breast. I caress his warmth there in small circles. His nipples push out under my palms.

Quick Legs closes his eyes. I become bold when I bring my mouth down to his left nipple and suck on it. The boy sighs. I tongue his hardness for a long moment before pouncing on his other boyish tit.

While my mouth enjoys the front of him, I reach down for the rear of the boy. So soft and warm in my hands. I gently turn the youth around. My mouth hungers for his cute butt!

I'm becoming intensely excited. My dick is very hard and aches to be handled. I'll beat off later. I want to explore my friend's body some more.

My hands ask the youth to bend over. His cheeks spread. I curiously peek inside. What a cute, pink hole! I get my tongue to tickle over it as Taller Shadow had done to mine. I won't stick in and hurt this boy to satisfy my lust though.

Quick Legs giggles from my naughty trick. I playfully bite the humps nearest to his hole before daring to tongue inside him some more. I'm really enjoying this boy's butt! I come to understand why Taller Shadow had lusted for mine.

I feel my young friend begin flexing his rear end. My loving to his butt has excited him to beat off. I'd rather handle it for him. I stand up and move to the front of him. Quick Legs gives me a sheepish grin. Below, his pole sticks up hard against his belly. I reach down for it.

His stiffness feels nice in my hand. I begin pulling on it while rubbing over his wiggly butt at the same time. The boy closes his eyes. It makes me feel good to be giving my friend such pleasure.

"Hold your breath," I remind Quick Legs. "That's what made the feelings in my penis become intense enough to wet." I watch the youth take in breaths and struggle to hold them. My hand brings an angry color to his stiff pole. He can't seem to get himself to release.

I begin pulling over my thicker length. Our bodies whisper against each other with my hands pulling around our dicks. I'm feeling close to it. With a breath held inside me, I stab through my fingers and squirt! My loud cry warns the young boy that I'm doing it.

Quick Legs opens his eyes. He watches my few squirts splash against his belly. The intense thrills in my dick has me crying out again. The boy giggles. I enjoy the glow of my climax for many heartbeats.

My ears fill with the soothing sounds of crickets and the wind in the trees. My body is feeling peaceful. Quick Legs smiles. I'm not embarrassed as yesterday to be performing this act before my young friend. I want the boy to release himself as well.

I resume to handle the boy's reluctant pole. My clear wetting is used to make his erection more slippery. A rosy tip pops out of the boy's skinny pole with each of his stabs against my hand. The youth's butt flexes in and out. His body is straining with sex's powerful spell. Yet
after a long handling, I can't get the boy's pole to release. My friend really is too young to do it. A look of disappointment fills the youth's face. A pang of hurt fills my breast for him.

Quick Legs glares down at his stiff pole. He tries handling it himself. My wait is a long one. Yet the boy can't get himself to achieve his release. An angry color comes to his erection. I shake my head in defeat. What else can be done to coax the boy's thrill?

An idea comes to me. I explain it to my friend. "You could try what Taller Shadow had done to me in the shed..."

"What did he do?" asks Quick Legs. (The youth recalls the pain that the older boy had caused Bright Leaf when he stood behind him. As to the actual act, the boy only knew that it ended with his thick sperm being left between Bright Leaf's butt cheeks.)

"Taller Shadow stuck his dick up my butthole. His thrusts brought him much pleasure. He put his sperm in me. I want you to stick your
dick into my butt."

The young boy's eyes widen. "I thought that Taller Shadow was rubbing his long dick between your butt cheeks," says Quick Legs. "You allowed that boy to stick in as if he were mounting you like a girl?!"

I sheepishly nod my head. "You saw how he mounted Running Deer's cunt in the outhouse. A boy can perform the same thing in another boy's butt entrance. The sensation is thrilling. Your dick is small so don't fear that you'll be giving me any pain. I want to thrill your dick with
my butthole."

"I'll try it," whispers Quick Legs. "I saw how Taller Shadow enjoyed your butt. My pole isn't as long as his. Will it be able to stick inside?"

I giggle at the boy's question, glad that he's willing to perform that manly act. From the way he was speaking earlier, I thought that he wouldn't want to try it. I look over the boy's erection and realize that he must really be hurting. He has such a need to achieve its release. Even a dry one. I turn from my friend with my hands reaching for the support of a small tree. My butt sticks out for his use.

I squat down to accommodate the shorter boy. His hands part my butt cheeks. A sharp sensation goes through my hole from his handling. I feel his seeking stab in my butt. I prepare myself to be taken like a willing girl.

Pain! I pull away from his stabbing little dick. How can it be that his size can hurt me? My hole must be wide enough to take it. Taller Shadow's
had fit. A thought strikes me.

I reach back to my friend's belly. From it, I gather what remains of my clear release. My fingers use it to wet my hole. The boy spits to his hand. He coats the tip of his erection with it. Satisfied that we're properly prepared, I reach out to the small tree and crouch. The young boy tries to mount me again.

I feel the tip of my friend's dick against the entrance of my butt. He rubs it slowly over my hole but doesn't push inside. Why? Perhaps my young friend is afraid of hurting me again. I reach back for his little butt and slowly pull his body onto mine. I gasp from the strange sensation.


I'm impaled on the boy's fleshy stick. It slides easily into me; all the way up my tight hole! No pain. It's an intense filling sensation
that I can endure.

"Does it hurt?" Quick Legs asks.

I shake my head in reply. The filling sensation from his erection is only a little uncomfortable. It's not the size of Taller Shadow's long cock. Nor will he have mighty thrusts.

To urge the boy on, I pull him onto my body with a hand gripping his backside. My hole gets penetrated. I keep a pained breath inside me. When I relax my hold on the boy's cheeks, I feel his stiffness leaving me. I repeat the fucking motion for him. A teaching game of sex.

Quick Legs soon learns what I want from him. With tight hands around my hips, the youth drives his dick through my butthole. Quick in and out stabs. He gasps from the intense pleasure of mating with me.

I begin feeling sharp thrills from the boy's deeper stabs. The sensation centers under my balls. His thrusts touch something hard and intense inside of me. It gets my dick to surge. I've already shot yet I think that I can get it to go off again! All from the boy's dick fucking my butthole.

Is this what a girl feels when taking a boy's erected dick inside of her? My friend's pole is a short one. Taller Shadow had a longer reach inside me. I'm surprised that my young friend stirs the same lusty thrills inside my butt.

The young boy begins a frenzied effort. He plunges into my body like a wild man. His body is sweaty and heated against me. Lust drives my friend. I want him to achieve a wet release at the end! A pang of sadness comes to me. My friend is too young to squirt inside my butt. Even with the wetting ritual from yesterday with Taller Shadow's thick sperm, the boy's maturity will need another summer to even have a clear release from his dick. He can't finish the act like a man.

A lusty daydream fills my head. I imagine that the squishy sounds of getting fucked attracts another boy spying on us. He watches the youth having his way with my ass with envy.

Footsteps behind us! I hear Quick Legs squeal in surprise when his body is pulled from mine. A strong arm reaches around my stomach, trapping me. I'm frightened. I turn my head to see what's going on.

A tall youth pulls the front deerskin flap from his belt. It drops at his feet. Uncovered behind me, I notice his hard dick. A long one! The boy points it through my cheeks and stabs in.

"It's a man who takes your ass," boasts Taller Shadow. "And unlike your young friend, I can fill you with sperm!"

I giggle at my daydreaming. I'm sure that Taller Shadow would have spoken those boastful words. He had performed that lusty deed only
yesterday.

Quick Legs pauses from his in and out stabs through my asshole.His hands ask that I get down onto my knees. Our bodies ease to the dirt. I plant my hands into the ground when the boy resumes to fuck me. I'm feeling very much like a wanting squaw who takes the lusty warrior inside her.

The boy's stabs press against a very sensitive spot in my butthole. I feel myself close to release.And I'm not even handling my dick! I hold breaths to allow the feelings to become intense.

A cry from the youth! I imagine his lightning-sped stabs in my hole is bringing the youth to his first release. A young male's seed being planted inside my butt. It becomes too much for me. I let go of my breath when strong squirts come out my dick. My head fills with deep pleasure.

"I did it!" shouts Quick Legs.

The boy pulls from my slimy butthole and dances around me in triumph. I see signs from his mounting. A brown stain covers his pole. He prevents me from wiping it clean with my breechclout flap. I realize that my young friend wants to wear my butt stain like the proud warrior who paints up his face with war colors. A proof of his bravery. It makes me very proud for him.

"Did you squirt in me?" I ask.

Quick Legs shakes his head from side to side. "No. But it felt good at the end, especially when your butt tightened around my dick. How did you do that?"

I think back to when the boy cried out. "Your stabs through my hole had released my dick as if I were handling it," I answer. "My butt enjoyed the sliding motion of your dick. I remember tightening there when I shot my cum."

"It made my dick become intense," explains Quick Legs, "though nothing came out of me. If I wanted, I could have kept sticking into you again and again!"

The youth's words make me envious. By not being able to sperm, my friend seems to be given endless thrills from his erection during sex. I'd like him to prove it. Although my dick is soft and I'm without need to cum again, a plan forms in my head. Quick are my next actions.

I gather my sticky release from my belly and reach back with it to lubricate the boy's dick. Turning from him, I back onto his erection. It easily fills my butthole. The boy gasps when he sees that I want him to fuck me again. His hands grip my sides. Stabs begin in my ass.

It's thrilling to have the young boy dicking up my butt again. I'm glad that he's willing. I feel his quick stabs going through my hole and hit against that tickly spot within. My dick grows hard from it.

I'm amazed. I reach down and handle my erection. As it stiffens, the boy's thrusts seem to feel better and more thrilling. Having sex with a young boy has made this happen. I get taken up by the building sensations of getting fucked and from beating off in my hand.

Our bodies become sweaty from the effort. My young friend plunges through my butt, in and out, like what Taller Shadow had done with that girl. The boy holds breaths. I know how that helps to get his dick to feel more intense. Yet nothing more. The boy is too young to sperm me.

Quick Legs startles me with a voiced breath. It had sounded like a moan. Is he filling my butthole with his squirts? No. The boy continues to fuck me and he holds breaths which come out as small cries. He seems to be feeling intense pleasure. It's like the boy is on the verge of shooting but can't.

With a terrible cry, my young friend falls to the ground behind me. I turn around to see what has happened. The boy's face is like the snow on a mountain top. His breaths race quickly through his mouth, his eyes flutter and sweat glistens over his trembling body. I scoop up my friend into my arms as great fear takes me.

"Can you hear me!" I shout to Quick Legs in a panic. Only a raspy sound comes from his mouth. I hold his heated form close to me as I face upwards to the All-Seeing Father. I make a desperate plea unto Him for help.

I fan the boy's face with my breechclout flap. After what seems like forever, Quick Legs opens his eyes. I laugh in relief and kiss him. The boy shrinks away from my affection.

We stare at each other in silence for a few heartbeats. The youth's breaths become more even while the color returns to his face. I raise my arms up to Him with my thanks. My young friend fills with awe.

"It felt so wonderful..." Quick Legs whispers.

"Did you shoot inside me?"

"No," the boy sadly replies. "It felt like trying to piss without being able to. That made me feel such good things in my penis. I kept holding my breath to keep the feelings building towards a greater thrill. When I felt my greatest pleasure, I fainted. I don't think that anything came out."

I glance down to my friend's lap. His angry-colored pole bears the proving butt stain. Yet no wetness comes from the tip. Perhaps my friend is too young to be performing adult things with me. Yet I'm glad that he's willing to try.

"You didn't come out," I tell the boy. "Your pleasure was longer than mine. When I release, the feelings are very intense but only for the brief moment when I'm shooting. I quickly lose the good feelings and tire."

"My good feelings keep coming!" boasts Quick Legs. "I felt an explosion of pleasure when my breath ran out. That's probably why I became faint."

"You scared me," I scold my young friend. He lowers his eyes. I embrace him to show that nothing has changed between us. The warmth of
his small body feels good in my arms.

Quick Legs lifts his dark eyes and whispers. "You'll let me do it again sometime, won't you Bright Leaf?"

"I love you!"

Squad Boys

Jimmy has arrived at summer camp. This timid boy has two weeks to explore things away from the strict confines of his mother's apron strings. He hopes to meet new friends, play fun games, participate in authentic Indian rites and just be a happy, care-free boy. A gentle man shows Jimmy how to have sex.

The busload of anxious boys passed under the arched wooden entrance and came to a dusty stop. A loud cheer rang out. Jimmy joined the throng of high-pitched voices as an excitement grew in him. He'd seen the carved wooden sign through the bus windows that read 'Camp Shingobeck'. This was where he'd be spending the next two weeks of his summer vacation. Hurray!

He nearly didn't make the trip. His mother was a strict, worrying single parent who wasn't easily persuaded to allow her only son to go off to camp. Jimmy managed to convince his mom that he was no longer a little kid needing her twenty-four-hour protection. He'd just turned thirteen after all!

Jimmy bounced impatiently over his seat. The other twenty boys were also clamoring to get out of the bus; it had been a long five-hour trip. Their nineteen-year-old guardian named Kirkland was no fun. He'd proven himself to be a mean kind of guy who kept all the boys in line with his shouting and veiled threats of punishment. He wasn't allowing anyone to leave yet.

Anxious minutes passed. The bus driver looked to Kirkland who only shook his head in reply. Jimmy squirmed anxiously over his seat like the other boys. 'What are we waiting for?' he wondered. 'Nothing fun is happening!'

Kirkland stuck his head out the bus window looking for something. Behind him were muttered complaints from the boys to be let out. He shook his head in disappointment at the camp's lack of a welcoming committee and tried coming to a decision. He left his seat to go talk with the bus driver.

Jimmy couldn't follow what was being said. 'What's the problem?' the boy wondered. 'The wooden sign had proved that this was Camp Shingobeck. Hey, everyone's anxious to get out and start having fun!'

The bus driver raised his voice at Kirkland. It could be heard that he wanted to let the boys out of his bus. After a tense pause, Kirkland slowly nodded his head though his eyes glared with anger at the man.

A door switch was pulled and the weary driver watched the young teenage boys race down the steps and out. He was glad to watch them go. Jimmy was pushed over a seat when he tried making his way down the aisle. He turned around and gave the shover a mean glare. It was a fat boy named Arnold; he answered Jimmy by sticking out his pink tongue.

Jimmy struggled back into the line of eager boys and found himself standing outside the bus. The air was cool. He looked around in wonder at the tall pines, breathing in their pleasant scent. A younger boy pointed to some wooden buildings in the distance. They looked like old shacks to Jimmy. What caught his attention was a rope ladder hanging down from a huge oak. In its upper branches was what looked to be a club house way up high. It reminded him of his father... how he had died. Jimmy shook his head to cast away that tragic memory.

The group of boys started spreading out to explore until a sharp command from Kirkland kept everyone together. He ran around and yelled at any boy who didn't fall in line. There were a few low boos made behind his back. He wasn't much liked.

Jimmy kept still. He was a good little boy who listened to what he was told. Anyway, that's what all his teachers had said to his mother in praise: 'You have a fine, obedient son.' Something had gnawed in Jimmy when he heard this account of himself. A friend had once told him that he was a mommy's boy.

This year would change that. Jimmy wanted to start doing and thinking things for himself; he didn't need his mom to be making decisions for him anymore. When the opportunity came to go off to summer camp, Jimmy saw it as his chance to prove that. He wanted to have fun and explore things on his own.

This quest was shared by many if not all of the boys who stood waiting with Jimmy. Their young faces were filled with smiles and bright open eyes wanting to explore. Kirkland stood frantic before the hoard. He was barely able to keep them all under control.

Someone called out in the distance. Jimmy saw a tall black man walking towards them over the dirt trail. Kirkland waved his hand in greeting and Jimmy noticed the obvious relief showing on the young man's face. 'He`d been scared!' the boy realized.

An excitement grew in the boys. They saw that the black man was dressed in an Indian costume; he wore head feathers and colorful face paint. A war shirt of yellow leather matched his breech-cloth and leggings. Moccasins covered his enormous feet. A few boys laughed at the absurdity of him.

The black man stopped before the boys with a solemn face. It became silent. He pointed at himself and announced that he was Chief Charcoal, the camp leader. That caused a ripple of laughter from the youths. He explained that everyone here would be getting an Indian name; a name that described some trait or appearance of each boy. Someone called out 'piggy' and Arnold raised his fists in anger. He tried to find out who had name-called him. Chief Charcoal laid his hand over the Arnold's shoulder to calm him and suggested that 'Angry Fists' would be a good Indian name for him.

Kirkland announced that he was to be called 'Heavy Stomper'. He warned that any boy who didn't listen to what he told `em to do would get stomped on by him really hard. No one laughed. They knew that he was a mean guy and that his threat was true.

Chief Charcoal went to Kirkland and whispered something in his ear. The young man kept his eyes on the group of boys and glared when someone tried wandering away. Something must have been said to Kirkland because he turned to the black man with anger. He then put his hands on his hips and turned away.

After an awkward pause, the black man left Kirkland's side and asked that he bring the boys onto the barracks. The chief began making dancing steps and he sang like an Indian to the boys' amusement. Kirkland ignored him.

Jimmy felt growing disappointment. He knew what a real Indian was supposed to look like and Chief Charcoal wasn't even close. He was only a black man. The brochure for Camp Shingobeck made it seem like Indian things would be going on here.

Some of the other boys also felt let down. They had endured a miserable bus ride with Kirkland and Chief Charcoal wasn't making it seem worthwhile. Jimmy also thought it was obscene that the black man's butt could be seen flashing under his rear breech-cloth. He'd rather peek on the near-nakedness of a real-live Indian like he had seen in the picture books he often enjoyed looking through in his school's library.

The black man continued to sing and he raised his arms to break the boys' dark mood. Kirkland got the boys to follow him down the path. It led back to the old shacks that Jimmy had seen earlier. The bus driver
began unloading packs from the belly of his bus. He cursed while tossing
them carelessly to the ground. Kirkland noticed and ran back to scold him.

The hoard of boys walked noisily behind Chief Charcoal. They ranged in ages from eleven to sixteen and their voices were high-pitched and filled with growing excitement. Camp Shingobeck had claimed to be a fun place in the brochure. Jimmy began having doubts though.

A wooden totem pole came into view. It was a quarter the height of the surrounding pine trees and bore the images of animals like the eagle and the bear. Jimmy noticed that parts of it were cracked and that the painted colors had turned dull. It looked worn out. The single-story buildings they were walking towards also looked bad. He hoped that Camp Shingobeck wasn't going to be more of a disappointment.

The younger boys seemed not to mind. They danced around the black man chief and touched parts of his Indian costume. Smiles filled their faces. It made Jimmy mad to see them being fooled. He wasn't as naive so he kept back in the group to show his disappointment. Some of the other boys also fell back.

Jimmy found himself walking between two older boys. The one on his left had the dark complexion of a Spaniard from his short black hair and facial features. There was an attractive curve to the boy's butt in his tight blue jeans. 'How would he look in an Indian breech-cloth?' Jimmy wondered.

The boy on Jimmy's right had long sandy-blond hair that flowed down his back. His body was very slim. A peculiar odor came from his clothes like the burning smell of fire. There was a squarish shape in his upper shirt pocket. Jimmy realized that it could be a pack of cigarettes. A forbidden thing for him to have.

"Parker, give me a smoke!" asked the Spanish boy while reaching into his friend's shirt pocket.

"Not now," Parker whispered. His hand clamped tightly over his pack of cigarettes. He noticed Jimmy walking between them and looked down at the youth with concern. "What's your name, kid?"

Jimmy blurted it out. He sensed that Parker was worried about him having seen the cigarettes so he added, "Can I have one too?"

That made the boys laugh. "Yah, right kid. Have you ever smoked one before?" asked Parker.

Jimmy meekly nodded his head but doubted that he would be believed. He had once found a cigarette on the ground near school, but like a good boy had thrown it into the trashcan without ever considering smoking it. He wanted to do so now. `Summer camp is for trying out new things,' he told himself.

"Later," said Parker. He paused from walking so that Jimmy could get ahead of him. The Spanish boy returned to Parker's side with a grin. Jimmy looked back at the two boys. By the happy expressions on their faces and from they way they walked close together, he sensed their strong friendship. A thing he longed for himself.

Someone jabbed Jimmy in the ribs. It had come from a boy of fifteen who pointed at the tight bulge in the front of Jimmy's pants. An obscene gesture was made that caused another boy to laugh. Jimmy's face burned with embarrassment. His hardness had come from his need to piss and he told the tormentor that it had been a long bus ride. The fifteen-year-old only shrugged his shoulders and walked on ahead of him.

Jimmy wondered if there was a toilet in the wooden buildings and realized that the boys ahead of him would probably get their turns first if there was. His filled bladder really hurt him. He didn't think that he could wait to piss.

The passing trees gave Jimmy an idea. 'Why not go into the woods?' he thought. Kirkland came to mind. 'He would probably yell at me.' Jimmy came up with a plan though. He paused from walking with the feigned act to tie his shoelaces. The other boys passed him by without a care. When he was about to straighten up, a hand came to his butt and patted it. It was the Spanish boy walking with Parker.

Jimmy spun around to face them. Parker returned the youth's glare with a silly grin on his face. The Spanish boy stared at the boy's hard-on showing through the front of his pants. Jimmy noticed the hungry look in that boy's dark eyes... It kinda frightened him.

The Spanish boy tried reaching down to feel Jimmy's erection. The youth backed away in confusion and blurted out, "I really got to piss!"

"Don't be molesting the kid," Parker warned his friend. He turned to Jimmy and pointed at the woods. "Go ahead.We'll wait for you here while having a smoke."

Jimmy watched Parker pull out his pack of cigarettes and remove two. The Spanish boy produced a small book of matches from his hip pocket and he lit the cigarette given him. Jimmy turned for the woods in a rush. He ran past a few pine trees but slipped behind one to peer back at the two boys. They were standing on the path to smoke. That assured Jimmy that he would be alone when he pissed. He had the strange notion that the Spanish boy wanted to peek at his dick!

Jimmy walked deeper through the woods. When an appropriate spot was found near a bush, he unzipped the front of his jeans. A sharp tingle came from his dick. It was anxious to be freed from his shorts so he angled its hard shaft to piss down at the ground.

The dull pressure around his bladder slowly eased. Jimmy sighed with relief as he pissed; a strong flow went out of his long pink dick. His fingers kept a tight hold of it. When his flow ebbed, he squeezed on the shaft causing a thrilling sensation to come from it. That was a neat trick that he'd recently discovered.

Jimmy had heard about boys handling themselves for fun. Though it was spoken of in low whispers around school in a way that made it seem like a bad thing, he had tried it when in the shower. Pinching the shaft of his
dick made it grow long and holding it brought him pleasure. The privacy of the bathroom kept his naughty act from being discovered by his mom.

The following months had proven exciting for Jimmy. He watched his body getting bigger. Muscles grew in his arms and legs. His height had nearly reached four and a half feet! These distinctions were noticed by his mother. What she didn't see was how his dick had grown thicker and how dark hairs were growing above it. A true mark of a man! With the boy's maturing had come strange urges in him. Sexual ones.

Jimmy lingered beside the puddle that he had made over the ground. He wanted to squeeze over his erection for a moment longer. Its sharp thrills were enjoyable and he half hoped that the Spanish boy would catch
him doing it.

This hope in the boy led him to daydream: Jimmy imagined himself standing in the pool's shower room with all the other naked boys. Soap was passed around along with shampoo. That provided an opportunity for quick glances to be made at one's neighbor. Beyond this interaction, each boy kept to himself in the open stalls.

Jimmy was drawn to looking at the naked bodies... He saw mostly butts. When he could spy on a boy's front, a deep pang filled his chest. He stared at the boy's water-slick penis and sack of balls in a kind of hunger that went beyond simple curiosity. His peeking caused his dick to rise.

Jimmy tried covering his excitement with his hand. That drew the attention of a Spanish boy who nodded knowingly at him and grinned. He turned to Jimmy to show off his brown erection with pride. It was of length that seemed of manly proportions to the youth. A clump of dark hair curled above it.

The Spanish boy gestured for Jimmy to pull away his cupped hand from his groin but the youth felt reluctant to reveal his smaller dick; it was no match for his brown companion's hot tamale.

They lingered in the showers while the other boys went off to dress. When they were finally alone, the Spanish boy stepped into Jimmy's shower and turned round. He pressed his brown butt against Jimmy's. His hands reached for the youth's hips and held them tightly.

It was a dangerous yet immensely exciting moment for Jimmy. He didn't exactly know why the Spanish boy wanted to stand close with him under the shower but the soaring feeling from it kept them butt-to-butt. He reached his hands back to hold the boy's dark hips. Their slippery butts pressed together. A humping motion began that thrilled Jimmy; an electric tingling went through his hard dick.

Jimmy turned his head and looked down at their touching. His Spanish companion had a nicely rounded butt that humped against his smaller pair of cheeks, brown on white. The shower made their bodies slippery against each other. It enhanced their skin rubbing thrills. Very exciting! Jimmy wondered how the Spanish boy knew that he'd accept their touching and not run away to tattle on him to the others. Was more going to happen between them?

Laughter echoed through the shower room. Jimmy looked up in horror as their two swimming instructors walked past them. They stared at the two boys with smug grins. Hands flew away from each other's waist. Jimmy ran out of the shower room to find his locker. His shaking hands worked the combination lock but without success. Against his belly, his aching erection drew curious looks from the boys around him. His great embarrassment mixed with stark naked fear. 'Was it a bad thing that he'd done with that boy in the shower?'

Jimmy's daydreaming ended. He remembered the humiliation and confusion the incident had given him since it had really happened. Luckily, the swimming instructors never spread word of what they'd seen. That older boy who had touched butts with him wasn't Spanish as he'd daydreamed but white like himself. He had whistled in the shower room afterwards as if calling out to Jimmy.

`Is it okay to like boys that way?' Jimmy wondered. He often thought about that shower room incident but with different boys taking their place behind him to rub butts. They would always be older than himself and showing him what to do. That Spanish boy smoking back on the trail seemed interested in him. Jimmy wanted to try touching butts and do more things if was all right with him.

A stick broke over the ground behind Jimmy, ending his daydreaming. He turned abruptly at the intruder and was surprised to see that it wasn't a boy. A dark-skinned man stared back at him. An Indian! He wore regular clothes and had long black hair. An ugly, scary-kind-of-a-face peered back at him. Jimmy had been stunned for the moment before thinking to cram his long dick back into his jeans.

"Who are you?" Jimmy gasped.

The Indian man bowed his head. "I am Mister Burrows. Sorry to scare you," he whispered. His toes wiggled over the mossy earth.

Jimmy smiled at the Indian's lack of shoes and was calmed by the man's soft voice and gentle ways. Mister Burrows stood only a little taller
than himself; non-threatening. After clearing his throat, Jimmy tried thinking of something to say to the Indian in reply. Something to explain away what he was caught doing to himself. Nothing came to mind so he lowered his eyes to the ground in shame.

"What is your name?" asked Mister Burrows.

"Jim..." he stuttered. "I'm Jimmy McClair." The man grinned, nodding his head in understanding. The boy lifted his eyes and looked into the Indian's changing face. It didn't seem so ugly anymore. The man had a rough-skinned appearance but his smile was warm and sincere.
Jimmy felt confused. 'What is an Indian doing in white man's clothes?' he wondered, 'and the name seemed wrong... Mister Burrows? What kind ofIndian name is that?' A boldness came to the youth when he asked, "Are you a real Indian?"


The man nodded. "I'm of the Cheyenne People. The first generation to be freed of the Reservation."

'Freed?' Jimmy thought. He wondered for a moment if this man had run away from prison or something. 'Maybe that's why he wore regular clothes.' "What are you doing here?" the boy asked.

"Ah... I'm the janitor," he answered softly. "A summer job for me."

Jimmy was satisfied by the man's answer. It seemed truthful. At school, he noticed that all the janitors were dark-skinned Mexicans or black men. 'This camp would be a great hide-out for an escaped Indian,' the boy thought.

Mister Burrows looked down at the ground by the boy's feet, at the puddle soaking into the earth. "That a good spot," he said with a grin. The man stepped closer to the youth while releasing a low sigh.

Jimmy watched the Indian man reach into the front of his pants and pull out his brown dick. The boy gasped in surprise. It looked very different from his own. He saw that the man's dick bore a thick skin around it. A moist head popped out from the shaft when the loose skin was pulled back. A yellow stream burst out from it. The boy could only stand there in shocked silence and watch.

As Mister Burrows pissed, Jimmy noticed a few dark hairs peeking out the front opening of the man's pants. It reminded him of the new growth of hair he was getting above his own dick; blond hairs though. The Indian's were black like the long hair flowing down his back.

Jimmy lowered his eyes to the ground. He saw his puddle grow with the man's urine and noticed his bared feet again. The man's toes wiggled. It was a sign to the boy; Mister Burrows may wear a white man's clothes but he had kept his feet uncovered like a real Indian.

The boy looked for more signs. He saw that the man's arms and legs seemed longer than they should be. The pants were loose around his waist.'At least Mister Burrows isn't a fat Indian!' he mused.

The man's flow ebbed. His hand pulled over the length of his brown dick to get out all his urine. The act seemed to take longer than it should... A startling idea came to the boy. What Mister Burrows was doing looked similar to what he had done after pissing here. 'The man had caught me
playing with myself. Is he trying to make fun of me?' he thought.

The Indian man's dick grew long. Very long. With each hand stroke, the moist brown head popped out with a sucking sound. It curved upwards a little. More of the man's dark hairs sprouted from the opening of his pants. The slow rubbing was fascinating to Jimmy and a bit scary yet he stood as if rooted to the ground to watch the Indian's dick handling.

A clear oozing came from the knob's piss hole. It spilled to the man's moving fingers in sticky strands like honey. Jimmy smelled its sweet scent in the air between them. He knew that he was watching some kind of adult male act.

The man's shirt rippled open. Jimmy noticed the bulging strength of the Indian's chest and arm muscles. It was attractive to the boy. He saw the dark skin around the man's open collar and knew that it came from summer tanning than from his Indian heritage. The youth had a desire to see if the man's body was brown all over.

Jimmy's eyes wandered up to the man's face. His dark eyes were wide open; piercing. They captured the boy's and something flowed between them. It sent a shiver down the youth's back. He managed to break away from the man's eyes so that he could look down at the rubbing motion. 'A really long dick!'

The man pointed at the bulge in Jimmy's unzipped jeans. "Pull it out," he asked. "It good to make a hard penis come out."

The boy was startled. It surprised him that the Indian wanted to see his hard dick again and that they should be squeezing them together. Jimmy thought of running away yet he was excited by what was happening so he considered doing what the man asked.

Jimmy unfastened the button to his jeans. His fly was already unzipped but he wanted the Indian to see more of his body; the white underwear that he wore and the bulge from his erection within it.

A brown hand was reaching into Jimmy's open pants before he knew what was happening. The man's fingers drew his erection from his shorts and got it to stick out in the open. Sharp thrills came from the gentle fingers around his pink shaft. The timid boy closed his eyes. He couldn't believe that someone was actually touching his dick.

"A man teach the boy this thing," Mister Burrows explained. "When a boy shows hair, it's custom in our tribe to bring in his manhood spirit. A good rite to perform between us."

Jimmy heard the man's words. 'A rite?' he thought. 'An Indian rite?' The boy opened his eyes and looked down at the man's brown hands. They were moving slowly; both filled with a long dick. The Indian's ritual was a sexual one, Jimmy realized. Its pleasure made the awkward situation between them more bearable.

Mister Burrows switched hands. He brought his wet hand around the boy's hardness and continued masturbating him. His own dick was let be. Manly oozing soon covered the youth's dryness to make for a slick handling. Jimmy gasped in sweet pain. He peeked through eyeslits to watch the Indian's ritual. It became a slow, rhythmic pulling of his pinkness through the man's brown hand. The boy wondered why the man's long dick wasn't being handled.

A low humming filled the air between them. Jimmy listened to the harsh tune and he could hear words being sung. Not English words.

"Take my in hand," the man asked. He continued his Indian chanting.

Jimmy watched his left hand reach out to the hard brown dick as if without thinking. It felt warm and soft under his fingers. He squeezed the thick skin and made the rubbing motion that the man was making over his pink dick. The brown knob oozed into his palm. Its sweet scent was strong.

The man's harsh breathing caused gasps in his humming. His Indian song ended. "We stand as man and boy together to do this thing," explained Mister Burrows. "A father shows his son to do it; I stand in his place."

Jimmy was startled. He wondered how the Indian knew that he had no father. It seemed like magic. The boy had paused a moment from the ritual beat but moved his tight fingers again. It seemed strange that a man would allow a boy to hold his long dick. Pleasure came from it. A thrilling wave that grew in intensity in his own...

The boy felt a sweet twisting in his balls. He instinctively held a breath to get his dick to explode. Squirts filled the man's brown hand. Many of them. Each one gave the boy wonderfully intense thrills that he'd never felt before. He blew out a tense breath and rode the intense waves of pleasure. The Indian grunted with satisfaction.

Jimmy felt stunned. His mouth filled with breaths and his sight turned gray. He fought against his fainting spell. The man's strong hand reached through the boy's armpit and curved around his back to steady the weakened youth. It had kept Jimmy from falling. The man's hand relaxed when the boy was able to stand on his own two feet again. Sight slowly returned to his eyes.

Jimmy felt the Indian man's warmth against him. It was a powerful sensation. His strong hand reached inside the rear of the boy's pants, beneath his underwear to clutch his butt. He could feel the man's fingers digging between the softness of his cheeks.

The Indian's other hand returned to his loins, grasping the boy's hand that moved around his cock with a slow rhythm. He forced the youth to make a tighter squeezing around its thick moist skin. 'Is the man wanting to make his dick squirt out too?' Jimmy wondered.

The curved brown dick felt like it was getting harder in the boy's hand. He was still being held by the man's hand under his; a quicker pace was being made. He felt his rear end being squeezed. One of the man's fingers traced down the crack of his butt to reach deep between his cheeks. Jimmy peered into Mister Burrows eyes for the reason for it. The man's dark eyes were like a fierce bear, hungry and growling!

"You have nice soft melons," whispered Mister Burrows in explanation. "I'd like to put my seed in there to grow them to a man's strong shape."

Jimmy felt the man's finger over his hole. Its tip rubbed over his butt's entrance and pushed inside. `Such a daring thing to try!' The boy didn't understand what the man had meant about his butt. Only that he liked it.

Mister Burrows growled. His fingers squeezed Jimmy's bottom with much lust when his manly loins exploded. Pleasure mixed with much pride for his accomplishment before the innocent youth.

The boy's eyes widened when he saw the white squirts coming out. A strong flow filled his hand. The brown dick made five spurts that was followed by the man's low grunt of satisfaction. Jimmy had to cup his fingers to keep it from spilling to the ground.

Loud breaths filled the air between them. Jimmy saw that the Indian had his eyes closed; `a look of pain on his face?' Some fear came to the boy. He wondered if his pulling had somehow hurt the man.

Mister Burrows filled his lungs deeply and opened his eyes. He smiled at the boy in front of him with much fondness and looked him over. Jimmy had short blond hair and a freckled face with bright blue eyes staring back at him. He judged the youth to be in his early teens by his thin frame though it showed romise of manly growth. 'A really cute white boy,' he thought.

There was a look of worry on the youth. With a simple nod of his head,the man assured Jimmy that what they had done was a good thing. Their rite was nearly at its end so the Indian began singing. He drew the boy closer to him.

Jimmy saw his filled hand being led to the man's filled hand. What had come out from their dicks was different; his made a clear pool while the Indian man's was white like milk. `Thicker too.' Their hands clasped together as if in friendly greeting. What had come out from their dicks was being put together. The Indian man ended his song.

"We join seed, a man's to the boy. It passes my strength unto you..."

The boy swallowed nervously in his throat. His eyes widened in sudden realization. 'Sperm! That's what our dicks had squirted out.' He saw that the man's sperm was white and strong while his own was clear and weak.

"You a good boy, Jimmy. In the moons ahead, your loins be with man's hair and filled with strong seed like my. There be more Indian rites to
show you..."

Jimmy peered into the man's dark eyes after he spoke. There was truth in his gaze. The boy felt the power of what they had done. A real Indian ritual! He wondered what other kinds of rites this man would be willing to share with him.

The man's wet hand squeezed his more tightly. It sent a shiver down the youth's spine to know that their sperm was being put together: a man's to a boy. He smiled at the Indian. The man's weathered face lightened with a grin of its own. Jimmy knew then that what they'd done together was a good thing. He felt his body's attraction to the man's and hoped that the other Indian rites would get them naked and doing more things with each other. Sexual things.

At that moment in the woods, Jimmy was no longer a little boy.