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.

To Dance Within

A white youth of eleven has been left in the care of a Shoshone
medicine man while is uncle is away on a trade. The Indian boys
have shown David their exciting and different ways. He hopes to
remain with his new friends on their reservation even after his
uncle returns. David likes being an Indian boy.

David held the delicate thing in the palm of his hand. It felt cool.
There was some mud staining its angry crimson color. The boy knew that in
nature, red often meant danger. That was very true for what he would be
attempting with the mushroom on this night of the full moon.

A red man had used it and survived. His name was Sha-sa-took, a
medicine man of the Shoshone Indians. He had performed the dangerous
ritual so that he could dance like the other men around the tribal fire.
His dance was not in the flesh but had been performed from within; his
spirit.

The shaman Sha-sa-took had explained it to David as being a part of a
waking dream that allowed him to perform beyond the limits of his
crippled body. He ate a red mushroom in the ritual. That's what had given
the man back the use of his legs so that he could dance. The mid-summer
celebration had been to honor the Great Mystery, their Indian God.
Participating in that honored ritual had been worth the risk to his life.

David carefully wiped the mud away from his mushroom with spit from
his fingers. He studied its crimson cap. It was a rather small mushroom.
The only one that he could find as Sha-sa-took directed. The rotting
trees he searched bore other kinds of mushrooms. The delicious grays were
the most plentiful along with the white ones. Only a single red-capped
mushroom had been found in the woods. The boy hoped it would be enough
for him to perform his own dance 'within.'

The shaman had told the boy that he was of age to attempt the
dangerous journey. It rarely killed the traveler. A boy who performed
the ritual was often given visions of his future. The hope of 'seeing
what will come to pass' had interested David. He desperately wanted to
learn which path his life would follow.

The boy eagerly ran back into the Indian Reservation. He darted from
the forest cover of sparse trees, leaped over a small creek and ran
towards the dusty flat lands. That water way marked the boundary of
Shoshone territory given to them from the United States Government. White
people were discouraged from entering the reservation of the red man but
he was permitted. Sha-sa-took had taken the boy into his lodge as the son
he'd lost long ago.

David smiled when he looked down at himself when he ran. He felt
cooled on his skin where the wind flapped his two deerskin cloths
against his body. The man had gifted him with a real Indian breechclout.
It wasn't much in the way of cover: the front flap hid his dick and balls
but from behind, his butt stuck out from the small rear flap. It was
often pinched by the other boys. His white skin and brown hair would
forever set him apart from the others yet in his heart, he wanted to
become an Indian boy!

David flew down the path to the lodges as a free spirit. The boy was
very happy today. He laughed at the stare an Indian girl gave him when
passing her gathering basket. His pale body must have looked funny in a
scanty breechclout.

David thought back to the day when he had stood against one of their
mud houses in his sagging pants. He had lost his shirt earlier.
Sha-sa-took offered him an Indian boy's flaps to wear. With only a
moment's hesitation, he had dropped his pants and replaced it with a
thong belt tied around his slim waist and two flaps of soft golden
deerskin folded over it.

At first, he had felt embarrassed to walk about the reservation
practically naked. The two cloths didn't seem to cover his body enough.
The other boys giggled at the sight of him. Their butts were flat and
lean while his stuck out. One boy had been curious about the Christian
cut to his penis. When he dared to lift up their front flaps for a peek,
he was amazed in turn by their thick-skinned poles.

That day with David's new friends had begun as one of exploration. The
Indian boys examined his pale body while he sheepishly looked over
theirs. Some of the younger boys went totally nude. All their bodies were
slim, sun-burned red and smooth skinned. David had fine hair covering
much of his arms and legs that amazed the Indian boys.

Their gentle curiosity soon turned to boldness. As dirty hands from
the Indian boys felt over David's body for its hair, one youth boldly
reached into the front of his breechclout. His fingers pulled on David's
groin hair and even dared to cup his dick and balls. He tried squirming
away but the six Indian boys kept him trapped between them. Their naughty
handling caused him to become erected. When he saw that the boys had
stiff dicks, his uneasiness gave way to excitement.

No boy spoke any words that David could understand. It was only
through gestures and touching that they communicated their intent. On
that afternoon behind the mud houses, David's new friends had shown him
how his hard dick could be thrilled towards release.

Some of the boys masturbated. They stood back to back, their butts
touching while performing their very naked act. Their skin rubbing game
had been a simple one so David tried it for himself. He giggled when
seeing an older boy pulling over the erecting skin of a younger boy who
tried resisting from playing along. That youth struggled free from his
captor and ran to David. He led the white boy's free hand down to his
erection so that it could be handled. David let go of his pole to offer
his left hand instead. The youth's dark burning eyes spoke of the thrills
David's pulling was offering him.

The little Indian boy reached his climax quickly. After he cried out
from the sweet pain, David released the boy's dick so that he could
finish pulling over his own. All of the other boys watched. He tried
ignoring their sly grins and embarrassing gestures of encouragement. It
was all too new to him. Their naked game of touching private parts and
each other was something the white boy had never imagined before.

David giggled to himself. His sweet thoughts about naked boys was
giving him a hard on. It pushed the front cloth from his body while he
ran. He carefully cupped his left hand around his prize. That hand had
been the one he used to play the Indian boy's rubbing game. If the
mushroom hadn't been so difficult to gather he would risk moving it to
his right hand so that he could satisfy his aching loins.

The boy glanced down at his free hand. It disappointed him that he
couldn't use it to handle his erection. Christian teachings forbade one
from using the right hand for dirty acts. He had to use his left hand to
wash his genitals or when wiping himself after emptying his bowels. None
of his Indian friends observed those restrictions. They had used both
hands when pulling over their erection skins and that of their friends.

David shook his head in confusion. He wanted to become an Indian.
Theirs was a different kind of life; more free yet it was hard to forget
the very strict upbringing his parents had given him. The Church had been
a central part of their daily lives. They sang many good songs and he
listened to God's teachings from the solemn robed man. How could he easily
forget all of that?

The boy looked down at himself with a frown. His dick had shrunk under
his front flap. Once more, he became a properly acting boy in God's eyes.
He had lost his erection from thinking clean thoughts. A pang of guilt
filled him. His life amongst the Indians seemed too good to be true.

David wondered when his uncle would be coming back for him. He
secretly hoped that it wouldn't be for a long, long while. There wasn't
any ill-will between the two of them; he hardly knew uncle Renolds. He
feared that his life as an Indian could come to an end upon the man's
return.

'When my uncle comes back, where will he take us?' David wondered. As
a trader in hard goods, the man had no proper home and he was no longer
accepted amongst the Amish. The boy was also considered an outcast by
Christian folk because of the manner of his parent's death. The Shoshone
had welcomed them. David hoped that his uncle would allow him to remain
with them.

David slowed to a walk when he neared the Indian village. Their earth
lodges came into sight. They were roughly shaped mounds made from dried
mud and grass which formed a single room sunken into the ground. It
remained cool inside because the floor was lower than ground level. The
entrance was wood-framed and had dirt steps going down into it.

Sitting before some of the lodges were Indian women performing chores
while they gossiped. One wrinkled-skin squaw was grinding dried corn
seeds between two stones. Another was sewing a pair of moccasins. David
walked past them bare footed. Like the other boys, he wouldn't be wearing
their soft leather shoes until becoming an adult. A Shoshone warrior wore
moccasins, pants leggings, a long cloth breechclout, painted war shirt
and feathers of the eagle in his hair. When David grew older, he too
would dress like a proud red man.

Sha-sa-took's earth lodge drew the boy to it. He quickened his pace
while butterflies seemed to be fluttering in his stomach. The precious
mushroom was held tightly in his clenched fingers. It reminded him of the
ritual he'd be undergoing this night. David wondered if he'd survive it
since his skin wasn't Indian red.

The youth descended the few steps into darkness. It was quiet inside
and very cool. There was the smell of burning wood and scorched fat. No
fire. The center pit was only smoldering. David's eyes took a while to
adjust as he stumbled around the lodge. He almost tripped over the man
sleeping over the floor. Covering him was a large buffalo skin. Loud
snoring came from his mouth so the boy sat down nearby and waited.

David's thoughts went deep. He counted the number of months that had
passed since his uncle left him with the Shoshone. It had been nearly
`three moons' as the Indians would say. After the death of his parents
last winter, Renolds had become responsible for looking after him. The
man didn't remain with their people; his business of trading had him
constantly on the move.

Uncle Renolds had been considered a loner. That's what the man told
David to explain why he couldn't properly care for him and his reason for
leaving him on the Indian reservation. The man's years of trading with
the Shoshone People had permitted this favor.

The only Indians who could speak German had been the chief and the
medicine man, Sha-sa-took. The white boy had been welcomed to stay in the
chief's lodge with his two wives and three daughters. 'Too many chatting
females!' David quickly moved to Sha-sa-took's lodge since he lived alone.

The medicine man once had a family. Though he wouldn't give David
their names, he had described their faces and all the things that he had
loved about them. Sha-sa-took's wife had been a good worker who crafted
many beautiful objects at his request. She died while giving birth to
their only son. The boy had grown up strong but was killed at the age of
twelve by U.S. soldiers for reasons no one ever explained. That had
happened five winters ago.

When David asked to stay with Sha-sa-took, he was taken into that
man's lodge as the son he'd lost. The move greatly surprised the Indian
chief since their medicine man had always remained alone; no new wife to
keep him company. The man was kind and very patient with David. Their
relationship became very nearly like that of father and son.

David learned many fun things during his stay with the Shoshone. He
could ride a horse, throw a spear, swim in the river with his head
underwater, track and identify animals, dance, perform some rituals and
as always, he played with the other boys. Their Indian speech has been
slow to come to David, but if he could remain longer with them, he was
sure to learn all their words properly.

Sha-sa-took shifted his position over the mat. His breaths remained
even and noisy so David figured that the man still slept. He would have
to wait. Patience was one lesson that the medicine man had already taught
him. The boy wondered how patient Death would be before claiming the
ailing shaman.

The youth looked around Sha-sa-took's lodge to pass the time. The man
had few belongings; was he poor? What he did own seemed old and worn out
like the buffalo skin that the man used to cover himself when asleep. He
was respected by the other Indians but it wasn't reflected in material
goods. The medicine man seemed content though.

Food was brought to them daily by the women yet none lingered to stay
and chat. Sha-sa-took received few visitors. He couldn't easily leave his
lodge because of his crippled legs. David wondered when the shaman
performed his duties as healer. In the three months since staying with
Sha-sa-took, no one had ever come to be looked at by the medicine man.

David knew that Sha-sa-took could cure hurts. The man had used a white
paste of buffalo fat and crushed cactus plants to ease the boy's sore
penis. The skin of it had become red and chafed from playing the Indian
boys' rubbing game too often. A brown cream had been given him to protect
his pale skin from the harsh sun.

The medicine man had also known how to heal a person's inner pain.
David had often cried during his first weeks at the reservation.
Sha-sa-took's soft words of comfort had helped the boy to overcome the
loss of his parents and to put him at ease from the worries that
sometimes arose in his head. He was a good man.

How old was the shaman? David was never told but he imagined that the
man was in his thirties. His face was smooth and brown unlike the dried
weathered faces of some of the old squaws. A slim body. He wore his black
hair long like the other Indian warriors. It wasn't tied though. He
rarely wore a shirt and his breechclout was a soft lengthy cloth that
covered the middle of his body. Sometimes the boy was able to peek
through the yellow folds for the man's butt and his hairy loins.

Sha-sa-took grunted when he slowly sat up. His words startled the
white youth from his deep thoughts. "You make sad again?" he asked while
pointing to the boy's head.

David nodded and tried to smile. "I found a red-capped mushroom. Only
this one." He handed it to the shaman.

"Hmm. You are small," the medicine man answered. "Your spirit soar
high to full moon with it. More eating mushroom not good. Take you away
from me."

David understood the shaman's broken sentences. The man's German had
improved since they've been together. His own attempts at their Indian
language had not gone as well. The boy was glad that Sha-sa-took didn't
press him about it.

Something danced in the dark eyes of the shaman after he spoke. David
saw an intense emotion on the man's face but didn't understand its cause.
'Is he much worried about my rite?' the youth wondered. 'Much danger for
me?'

Sha-sa-took grinned. That brought a relief to David who was starting
to have new worries about what he faced tonight. The man touched his leg
and spoke.

"You play with boys today?" He grinned while making a rubbing gesture
with his hand over the boy's front flap.

David blushed. When his dick had hurt him, he reluctantly admitted to
his naked acts the Indian boys had shared with him. The shaman's white
paste had eased its burning pain. After much playing, his dick had become
used to handling and no longer chafed. He wondered why it was being
mentioned now.

"You like play with a man?" Sha-sa-took gently asked. David rapidly
blinked his eyes. He often did that out of nervousness or from the
unexpected. The boy wondered what the shaman was asking of him. No man
had ever touched him that way; only the Indian boys. Sha-sa-took awaited
a reply so he spoke up. "I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"Hmm. I think a thing in my head and to want if thing in yours, too."

David's mind raced. He tried to gather up the meaning from the man's
broken German. It wasn't really clear. The boy shrugged his shoulders and
fixed his eyes on the mushroom in the shaman's hand.

"You sweated with me; felt good in my arms our bodies touched."

A memory struck the boy that could explain Sha-sa-took's words. It was
something unexpected and exciting that had happened between them.

A few days ago, David saw the shaman being carried by two warriors to
a small hut set up on the bank of a river where the Indian boys often
swam. The hut was formed of elk hides stretched over many tied branches.
Tree bark covered the outside of the structure. A small fire burning
outside was used to heat stones.

Before their strange rite began, the warriors carried those stones
into their hut. The door flap was closed and harsh singing could be heard
from within. It was quite a spectacle to the white youth who had never
seen such a thing before.

David stood nearby while the three men remained in the hut. Puffs of
steam had sometimes erupted from it that reminded the boy of his mother's
tea kettle. He couldn't imagine how the men endured such heat.

They hadn't for long. The two naked warriors hurriedly left their hut
to cool off in the river with a swim. What had surprised David was seeing
the men's long dicks sticking out from their bodies. Like the boys,
theirs had a thick brown skin around the long manhood shafts. He wondered
if they had been playing the `rubbing game' inside.

Sha-sa-took had remained in the steaming hut. David went to it and
peeked in through the open door flap; the shaman was sitting just inside
over his folded legs. He gestured for the boy to join him.

David had felt the escaping steam and heat through the doorway. It
took much coaxing from Sha-sa-took to bring the boy inside with him. He
explained what the warriors and him had been doing: it was a sweat bath
rite. Water had been poured over the heated stones to steam their bodies
for a ridding of evil influences and poisons which poured out of their
skin. The shaman suggested that David's young body should undergo the
cleansing rite.

The boy reluctantly agreed. As he entered the small hut, his
breechclout was pulled from his waist by the man's hands and he was
brought down to sit in his lap. Sha-sa-took's swollen manhood pressed
against the boy's bottom.

It had been very hot and steamy inside the sweat hut. Heat from the
stones burned David's face and chest. Some cool water poured over his
head eased his discomfort but what made him uncomfortable was sitting
naked with the man. A strange experience. The boy had felt a little
scared, a bit too hot but very excited from the slippery nakedness of
their touching bodies.

David's pole became erected. He thought about pulling over it but felt
scared with the shaman there. It was silly since he had already admitted
playing that game of the Indian boys. For all he knew, those two warriors
could have been playing it with Sha-sa-took earlier.

They shared the sweat bath for only a short while. The two warriors
returned and carried the shaman with his boy out of their hut in a
playful attack. They were tossed into the river together. Words were
spoken between the warriors and some gestures made about David that he
couldn't understand. Often, the dark eyes of Sha-sa-took had fallen on
him during their swim.

Since that day, David noticed the man's bright eyes on him. There
seemed to be a change in the way Sha-sa-took looked at him and how he
acted. A bit scary. The boy wondered if he had done something to anger
the shaman.

"Why making sad?" the man asked to stir David from his deep thoughts.
He squeezed the youth's leg affectionately.

The boy looked into Sha-sa-took's dark eyes with some boldness. He
asked, "Did you play the `rubbing game' with those two warriors?"

"Ah. You think a thing in your head and in my head," he replied. "The
warriors strong in their display as men but not to play game. Have wives
for that. No. The heat make that. You inside hut with me strong be from
heat. When I hold you, the thing go in my head to play but I did not."

David's face was burning. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he
had thought about playing too.

The shaman squeezed the boy's leg again. He smiled when seeing the
youth's livid face that shown easily because of its normally pale color.
An idea came into the man's head; an exciting thing to try that would
test the boy's readiness.

David watched as the man's hand roamed up his leg. He felt its heat
shooting into him like an arrow. The man's fingers pushed under the front
flap of his breechclout and softly touch upon his balls. They were gently
tickled. The neat sensation raised up the fine hairs of his body with
many goose bumps forming over his legs. He felt a blood-warm stirring
inside his pole. It lifted up.

While the boy's body enjoyed the man's caresses, his head formed
troubling thoughts. He wondered why a full-grown man wanted to try naked
things with a boy. All that Sha-sa-took had said to him went round and
round in his head: playing the dick-pulling game of the boys, how the two
warriors had their wives for that and how the shaman asked if he'd like
to play with a man.

David tried coming up with an answer as to why Sha-sa-took was
interested in him that way. He knew that the Indian youths played their
skin rubbing game because it felt good; a need of the male body like
pissing. He knew that it was naughty behavior yet he did it himself in
defiance to the Church that had abandoned him. The Indians had taught him
new ways. Things that had made him feel good about himself and his new
life with them.

Sha-sa-took was a good man; the boy trusted him. Living together had
made them become close like that of father and son. But they really
weren't. David had lost his father and mother and the medicine man had
lost his wife and son. They had come together to form a new loving
family; white boy with Indian man.

David's heart beat faster in his chest. His breaths were coming as
gasps while within his breechclout was a fully-formed erection. He knew
that the man could see it pushing his front flap. The base of his dick
was tickled by the man's fingers. It seemed that the shaman was too shy
to take it in hand unlike his Indian friends who freely played their
skin-pulling game with him behind the earth lodges.

"You strong in body," asked Sha-sa-took "but why sad inside?"

David avoided the man's seeking eyes and shrugged his shoulders. He
didn't know what to say. The shaman's fingers ended their naughty
tickling. His balls were still being held and his hard dick pressed
against the sweaty warmth of the man's palm. He lowered his eyes in
embarrassment, noticing the telling bulge in the shaman's breechclout.
Seeing the man's erection put him a little at ease.

David remembered sitting over the shaman's lap in the sweat hut and
feeling his swollen cock against his butt. 'A hard brown snake!' It had
been a thrilling moment they shared though they didn't play the game
together. The boy gasped with intense excitement at the thought that they
were going to play it now.

David suddenly hiccuped. His chest felt pained when it happened again
and it didn't seem like they would be going away soon. Sha-sa-took saw
the boy's distress. He pulled his hand from the youth's breechclout and
lifted the boy by his under arms. David was turned around and brought to
sit in the shaman's lap.

Sha-sa-took wrapped his arms around David's chest and started
squeezing. The boy felt their tightening embrace and the warmth of the
man's chest pressing against his back. The strong arms around him kept
squeezing. David began to panic; he couldn't breathe!

When David fought to escape the shaman's tight arms, the man spoke to
explain what he was doing. "Our hug make it go away!"

The boy was gasping for air. In spite of the shaman's good intentions,
the squeezing was scaring him. The hiccups continued to wrack through his
small body; they were really hurting! So were the man's strong arms. Just
when the youth thought he couldn't take the pain any longer, Sha-sa-took
released him. The boy took in a tremendous breath.

The shaman gently held the youth in his lap and listened to his breaths;
no more hiccuping. He waited a long moment to be sure. "Ah. Gone away?"

David held a breath and released it. It was true... They had gone. The
man's scary hugging had chased his hiccups away. It was yet another thing
the shaman had shown him about his healing power.

Sha-sa-took smiled. He felt David's body relaxing in his arms; trust
had been returned. His hands went to the boy's slim shoulders in a
massage. After giving pain, the man wanted to pleasure the youth. His
fingers kneaded the soft muscles. The boy's head drooped forward.
Sha-sa-took enjoyed handling the youth's pale body with his hands. A
privilege to be touching such a cute young boy.

The man noticed his body's reaction to their closeness. He was getting
excited in a man's way like he felt when in the arms of his wife under
their sleeping hide. It surprised him. He recalled his sweet embrace with
David in the sweat hut and how his cock had urged him for a joining of
their male bodies... but he was a proven man; a son had been put into his
wife so why was he attracted to this boy?

It wasn't unknown amongst their People for two males to sexually join.
Boys usually played it as games with each other so that when taking
wives, they'd know how to perform. It was rarely continued into
adulthood. There was the whispered talk about two young braves from
another tribe who joined themselves as life companions. It was said that
they shared their hunt, slept in the same lodge and laid under one
sleeping hide together.

Sha-sa-took shook his head in dismay. Those two braves knew what they
were doing as grown men but David was only a boy. Even if he could get
himself to accept his attraction to another male, how could the youth?
And how would he get their bodies to join in a way more meaningful than
the boy's simple game?

David noticed that the massage had stopped. He shook his head so that
his long hair would tickle against the shaman's hands to get him back to
it. The ploy worked. Sha-sa-took returned to massaging with his strong
hands going down his back. They reached forward to the boy's belly and
slowly rose up to his chest. David's nipples pushed out under the man's
encircling finger motion. The man's touching was getting his pole very
hard. It made him want to play with himself.

A kiss went to David's neck. He felt the shaman's breath on him and
another kiss was planted there. Their strangeness made the youth uneasy
but his dick surged with nice thrills. Against his butt, he felt the
man's erection thumping between their breechclouts. The man's strong
hands held him very close. At that moment, David realized that the man
wanted to do more than play the naked games of his Indian friends with
him. Do love things.

David thought about it. He trusted Sha-sa-took in everything and loved
him. The man was like a father to him and more... but in that way too? He
never knew that his small body could experience male pleasure until his
games with the other Indian boys. The shaman was like an older boy who
needed to play with him since he didn't have a wife for that.

The kisses ended. Hands from the shaman fell away from the boy to rest
over the dirt. Silence. David felt awkward so he shifted his position
over the man's legs as if his weight may have been putting them to sleep.
He felt that something should be said to explain his movement so he
blurted out, "Were they hurting?"

"No. My legs not anything," replied Sha-sa-took.

The words puzzled David. He asked, "What does that mean `your legs not
anything?'"

Sha-sa-took reached around the boy sitting over him and struck his legs
with his fists. "No thing in them. My legs no feel pain and no can move."

"Why? What happened to them?" David asked. Only silence came after his
bold question upon the shaman causing him to regret having asked it.

Sha-sa-took was deep in thought. He went back in time to when he could
walk. 'Ah. the freedom of going wherever I wanted!' David fidgeted over
his legs; his unfeeling useless legs. He would tell the boy. "Evil
spirits sneaked in my legs to eat them one dark night. They knew I was
weak from sad in my head when son die. I almost die but not. My body
sweated in big heat to chase evil spirits away. Days go and go. I awaken
with legs no good."

David nodded. He had heard about people getting really sick with a
fever that could make them die. It was caused by disease. That's what it
sounded like what happened to the shaman.

"Look my legs," asked Sha-sa-took. "The evil spirits' bite marks."

David leaned forward to examine the man's legs. Over both of them were
ugly black marks that proved it was a disease. His heart was pained for
the shaman.

Sha-sa-took swallowed the anger in his throat. He didn't like talking
about his legs since after losing them, his People had stopped coming to
be healed. He had already lost his wife at childbirth, lost his son and
then suffered a near-death attack from evil spirits which took away his
ability to walk and care for himself as a man. His tribe had to take care
of him. It made his life empty without having responsibilities for himself
and his People. When David came along, it made the shaman useful again.
The ignorant white youth had to be taught many things if he were to become
a true human being.

The boy was bent over to see the black marks on the man's legs.
Sha-sa-took watched the cheeks of his pale butt opening under his
breechclout. He lifted the rear flap for a peek. The boy's innermost
nakedness revealed a smooth pink hole. It excited the shaman.

David felt a warm breath over his backside. The man was lifting the
rear of his breechclout and the boy knew he was looking into his butt.
Hanging down close to his cheeks was his small balls. A thrill went
through him from the man's peeking. He continued to bend over as if to
look some more at the black marks.

Sha-sa-took had looked into butts before as tribal medicine man. They
were a troublesome part of a person's body that sometimes needed a
healing paste to ease discomfort. He was surprised that peeking at this
white youth's pink hole was making his cock surge with lust. The man
suddenly knew how their male bodies could join if the boy would allow it.
He had a nice butthole; tighter than a woman's opening and likely a
better feel around his stabs if his long dick could fit in it. The man
gently pressed his fingers into the crack of the youth's butt to tickle
over his smooth pink opening down to his soft balls.

David felt his hole being touched. It sent a tremendous surge through
his erection as if he were handling it. His balls were also tickled. He
knew that what the man was doing to him was very naughty. Not even the
Indian boys had dared to try such a naked thing!

Sha-sa-took discovered to his amusement that his hand had crept within
his breechclout to handle his hard cock. Its manly excitement oozed to his
fingers. He switched hands so that his sticky essence could be brought to
the boy's opening. Gently, he pushed a finger inside. The boy's pink hole
took it in like a mouth that was thirsty for what more his loins could
put in there. The shaman began an in and out fingering to test the
youth's williness to be fucked.

David became very embarrassed from the man's playing with his butthole.
He didn't understand his interest for it. Slowly, the boy sat up and acted
as if nothing had happened.

"I saw the black marks over your legs," the boy whispered. "There are
many of them."

"Yes. Evil spirit bites," answered Sha-sa-took. He too kept from saying
anything about the boy's butthole. His fingers had tested the youth and
found him willing if not somewhat shy about how their bodies could join
man to boy.

The shaman lovingly reached his arms around the trembling youth and
held him close. It was awkward that the two of them seemed to want to make
love but neither willing to admit or act upon it openly. Sha-sa-took knew
that imbibing the red mushroom will make the boy more receptive to what was
planned for him. The Great Mystery may put visions in the youth's head to
guide his spirit while the man definately planned to put his seed in the
young flesh. 'Oh, it will be a wonderful full-moon rite!'

A noise drew their attention to the doorway. Coming down into their
lodge was a woman with her gathering basket offering them her morning
greeting. The man was holding his new son in his lap. She smiled to see
that the white youth was being so well cared for.

David sprang up from the shaman's legs. He went to the woman and was
given her basket filled with food: fresh fruit, a piece of honeycomb and
some strips of freshly smoked meat. The boy felt his stomach rumbling
with hunger.

The woman didn't stay long. She gave Sha-sa-took a few words of news
then left their earth lodge. David lowered the basket to the man's lap
and sat at his side in anticipation of their breakfast. The man wouldn't
eat. He waved his hand over the food in a gesture that it was not to be
taken.

"Remember I say no can eat," explained Sha-sa-took. "Your rite tonight."

David sadly shook his head. The shaman had told him that food wasn't
taken on the day of a ritual. He would have to fast until its passing. The
small red mushroom came to mind - he would be making a risky meal of it!

"Go," asked the shaman. "I have things to do so go out and play. Eat
not! And no do thing with your pole. Save it for me tonight!"

The boy was already climbing the short stairs of their lodge when he
heard the last strange request. It excited David with the promise that the
man would be playing love things with him in the ritual.

The boy moped around the Indian camp and avoided the other boys. He
didn't want to be tempted into playing any of their naked games. There
were mostly old women to be found. They sat over woven ground mats before
their lodges to sew clothes, prepare food and to gossip with each other.
Their cracked voices lowered whenever he came near. It wasn't like he
could understand what the women were saying but he felt that they might
be talking about him.

David noticed that there were fewer men on the reservation than women.
Some old men could be seen but not many young men; had they been killed
off? The boy remembered hearing about Sha-sa-took's only son who had been
shot by the soldiers. Did that explain why there were so few warriors? He
kept his eyes out for them. When a young man came into sight, the boy
leaned against the rounded wall of an earth lodge to study him. Did he
look concerned?

The Indian warrior went shirtless. His hairless chest was muscled and
had brown rounded nipples sticking out that was very attractive to the boy
to see in a man. Hanging down between them was a small leather bundle on a
thong necklace. A headband kept the man's long black hair out of his face.
His waist was covered with a lengthy deerskin cloth for his breechclout.
He also wore pants leggings and moccasins for his feet. To David, he looked
strong and proud without any concern for being spied on.

A squeezing was felt in the boy's stomach when he saw the warrior lift
his front flap to piss. It was a common enough thing amongst the Indians.
All the boys urinated to the dirt without a care of being seen and it was
also true for the men. The warrior held his thick dick between his fingers
and let go. His yellow stream raised some dust when it struck the dry
earth. The man's balls couldn't be seen; they were tucked within the
forward fold of his breechclout. His dick wasn't hard with excitement so
its knob was hidden within its foreskin. The boy had a strange yearning
to see it.

When the young warrior glanced in his direction, David lifted his
front flap to piss. He couldn't think of anything else to do that would
keep the man from wondering. To the boy's dismay, his pole had become
hard. It was difficult to coax his urine out with the man watching him.

The warrior finished. He walked up to the white youth with his front
flap still lifted against his belly. David eyed the man's thickly skinned
dick hanging down. His pink pole was curiously looked over in turn by the
Indian man who seemed amazed that its foreskin had been cut. The warrior
knew that it lessened the boy's ability to grow into manhood so a rite
would be performed to restore it.

The Indian slid the front end of his breechclout sideways over his
thong belt to expose his loins. He pulled away the white boy's front
cloth. He was relieved to see that there was still a roundness to his
small balls; the youth hadn't been castrated like a gelded male horse. The
man's rite began when he pressed the loose folded tip of his brown cock
against the boy's pink head to fit it through until their knobs touched
inside. It was a very tickly sensation to the youth since his erection was
feeling very sensitive from being hard.

The shaft of David's stiff pole was taken into the man's hand and
pulled into the rubbery foreskin some more. Thrills shot through it. He
could feel moist heat surrounding his dick and its sensitive tip rubbed
against the swelling knob of the man's. A back and forth pulling motion
was made over both their connected dicks to extend the man's long forskin
over more of the boy's pink erection. The Indian warrior managed to wrap
it nearly down to the youth's balls making David's erection look Indian
brown and thick.

The young warrior seemed pleased by his accomplishment. He kept his
thick foreskin extended as far as it would go around the boy's erection
within the forming 'o' of his thumb and fingers. David felt the man's
hand tighten, pinching his shaft inside. The boy wondered what it was
accomplishing. The man's act looked similar to the boy's thrilling dick
game but it wasn't.

A strange gesture was made to David. The Indian man pointed at his
navel and made a sweeping motion down from it through his dick to the
man's dick he was connected to and ending at the man's navel. The flowing
gesture was repeated in the reversed direction with the man ending his
gesture by pointing at David's navel. 'What does it mean?' he wondered.

The Indian grunted. He squeezed his extended forskin around the boy's
dick and after a moment, David felt something warm entering his dick from
the man's. It became a steady flow that made a filling sensation in his
bladder. A liquid dripped from the man's tight fingers to the dirt. The
boy's eyes widened with understanding.

When the warrior's flow ended, he made the navel pointing gesture
'from boy to man'. David knew that it was his turn to piss. He made a
pushing from his bladder to force his urine through the man's dick from
his dick. The extended foreskin only leaked a little in the man's tight
hand. When he finished, the man repeated his pointing gesture and David
felt his bladder slowly filling. It was a very odd sensation.

The warrior squeezed his extended foreskin around the boy's dick and
repeated his 'from boy to man' gesture. David pissed into the man until
his bladder was empty again. He felt an increasing pressure against the
head of his dick from the man's swelling knob. His pink dick was slowly
being pushed from the brown foreskin. It seemed that their back and forth
pissing rite was getting the warrior very excited.

With a knowing grin, the warrior began a lusty pulling over his long
foreskin while keeping a hold of David's pink dick to keep it inside.
Pleasure shown in the man's dark eyes when he masturbated. The boy felt
thrilled to see the dick pulling game of the boys' being performed by a
man and he realized that at its ending, something other than urine was
going to flow from 'man to boy'!

David reached out to the warrior's hips and held them to keep their
bodies steady next to each other. The back and forth pulling of the man's
foreskin extending over the boy's erection gave him some nice thrills but
not enough to get the boy to explode. He also remembered Sha-sa-took's
words: 'no do thing with your pole - save it for me!' so the youth tried
keeping himself from achieving climax. It was difficult.

The Indian warrior used both his hands to align the piss holes of their
touching knobs within his foreskin. David took a nervous look around for
anyone watching. Pissing to the ground in public was one thing but what
the man was performing with him was something better done behind the earth
lodges. That's where the boys kept their dick playing from being seen by
the girls. Luckily, it was the afternoon. The heat kept most people inside
their lodges and there were no girls or women in sight. David hoped that
the man's lusty rite would end soon before they were caught.

This thing must have also been in the warrior's head since he rushed
his dick towards climax. His breaths were held. He glared at the white
youth and thought him fortunate to be receiving this manly rite from him.
It was a thing he'd often done in his youth with boyhood friends to
empower their small balls to make seed. His unusually long foreskin was
the key to making it happen.

The warrior's balls tingled in warning. His low grunt of satisfaction
announced that he was cumming and David had his dick squeezed to prevent
the foreskin from leaking the passage of the man's precious gift to him.
The boy felt a strong flow into his dick. It was warmer than urine the
man had pissed to his bladder earlier. The boy rapidly blinked his eyes.
He realized that the man's sperm had gone into him!

The warrior gestured to the white youth what had been accomplishment
from his empowering rite. He pointed at his handful of balls and made a
sweeping motion up from them to his dick and through the boy's dick until
pointing down at the boy's pink balls. Then the man raised his arm and
tightened its muscles in a show of strength while pointing back at the
youth. David understood. As the man had filled his bladder with his
urine, his lusty rite had sent manly seed from his mature loins to fill
the boy's small balls so that they too would develop into a man's.

They stood together for a while to ensure the flow of manly seed down
into the boy's immature loins. The warrior slowly pulled over his thick
foreskin around David's erection so that the boy would know what it felt
like to have intact glans. It was very pleasurable for both man and boy.

David remembered where they were. He kept a nervous look around for
anyone passing their way. The warrior didn't seem concerned and often
smiled down at him. He reached out to the youth's soft brown hair and
stroked it to put him at ease.

A young brave happened by. He greeted the proud warrior and passed the
white youth with a smug grin on his face; his hand lifting to the boy
with only his index finger outstretched in a hard male gesture. It
embarrassed David that the brave had noticed his erection but too he felt
excited by its discovery. If the boy had been caught showing a hard pole
by his own Christian people, they wouldn't have so easily passed him by
with only a smile for punishment. David was glad that he was living
amongst the free Indians.

The warrior pulled back his rubbery foreskin to release the boy's dick.
It was left covered in white sperm. With his fingers, the man held the
youth's piss hole open while pushing the globs of his thick cum into it.
David gasped. He saw how differently a man's release looked when compared
to his water squirts that came out after playing the Indian boys' game.
He hoped that the man's rite would get his body to quickly mature.

The Indian man pointed at his navel with a grin. He aimed his brown
dick down at the ground and pissed. It was a strong flow that lasted for
a while. David knew that the man's bladder was full from both of their
bodies. Within his body was the man's seed. Knowing that gave him a
strange sense of satisfaction and excitement.

David watched the Indian warrior pull the front cloth of his breechclout
forward to cover his loins. Pride shown on his face for the man's powerful
body and what it could perform. With a silent hand wave, the Indian turned
from him and walked away. He would always remember what the kind man had
done for him that day.

David felt a powerful urge from his erection to play with it but he
remembered the shaman's words so he ran to the river for a cool swim.
'That will make it go down,' he hoped. The boy didn't go to the usual
places since he needed to avoid his Indian boy friends. He knew they'd
be in the water to escape the heat of the afternoon. A new swimming spot
had to be found further from camp.

During his long walk, David's upcoming ritual was ever in his mind. He
wondered if things would be revealed to him of the future; will he become
an Indian as Sha-sa-took's adopted son or will his uncle be returning to
take him away. He also wondered if he'd survive eating the red mushroom
that allowed him his dance within.

When the boy felt that he'd traveled far enough along the winding
river, he untied the thong belt from around his waist and dropped his
breechclout to the muddy bank. Naked, the boy waded into the slow moving
water. His sweaty body enjoyed the cool relief. After a long swim of
diving for stones, splashing at turtles sunning themselves on the bank
and practicing holding his breath underwater, the boy left the river to
dry himself. The hot sun felt good over his body. He enjoyed this moment
of being alone before his ritual. A way of looking at everything for the
last time in case the mushroom killed him. David giggled. He really
didn't think Sha-sa-took would risk losing another son.

Thoughts began flying around in the boy's head. He still didn't have
answers as to why the shaman was interested in him. His body was smallish
and undeveloped. There were only a few black hairs on his groin to show
off like the older Indian boys though he could squirt out after playing
with his dick. That was the envy of the younger boys.

David wondered about something else. 'Does a man need to come out when
his dick gets hard?' He knew that the warrior's release was done in ritual
to quicken the development of his growing body. 'Was it ever done for fun?'
The boy remembered feeling the shaman's swollen cock against his butt in
the sweat hut but the man didn't play with himself like a boy would have.
The man was also excited when peeking at his hole... he even dared to
touch it. 'Does Sha-sa-took really like my butt?'

The youth reached back to handle himself there. Although his butt was
small when compared to the shaman's, his cheeks were nicely rounded. Soft
and warm under the boy's exploring hand. An exciting tremor went through
him from touching his cheeks. He wondered what the man liked about them.
'My hole?' With his body still dripping from the river, the boy slipped
his finger into his butt's entrance like Sha-sa-took had done. It felt
tight and unyielding. 'What would the man be wanting to do with that part
of my body?'

A revealing notion dropped into David's head. He thought of that naked
Indian girl he had spied on at the river. She had a small opening in the
front of her body where a boy's dick could fit into her. He had gotten
that idea from watching an older Indian boy embrace an unsuspecting youth
from behind and make a playful bucking into his butt as if he were a girl.
The youth had cried out in pain, separating their bodies. All the boys had
laughed at him. 'Is the shaman interested in fitting his cock into my
rear end?'

David shook his head in disbelief. He wondered how such a dumb idea
could have entered his head. Sha-sa-took had stuck into his wife to bring
him a son; not to play like the Indian boys with their naked games and
showing off. Yet for a moment, he imagined what it would be like sitting
over the man's legs 'with his hard cock sticking between the cheeks of my
butt moving in and out.'

A giggle escaped the boy's lips. He reached down for his breechclout
and tied it around his waist. Hidden beneath the front flap was his hard
pole. It had grown long from thinking about Sha-sa-took being with him
that way. The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering among the earth
lodges while he imagined similar things. It was very difficult for David
not to join the Indian boys in male relief.

By early evening, David returned to the shaman's earth lodge. He found
the man sleeping under his buffalo hide snoring loudly. With his empty
belly rumbling, the boy felt too weary to sit and wait. He joined
Sha-sa-took in sleep.

David woke with a start. He felt the building heat from the central
fire pit against his skin and heard the shaman's low chanting. Through
the lodge's smoke hole, he saw the glow of the full moon. Its brilliance
chased all the stars away. His stomach filled with frantic butterflies
from the thought that his dangerous rite was soon to begin.

"Rise up," asked Sha-sa-took. "You dance within and from out tonight."

David grinned. Though the man's words were wrong, he understood what
was being said. He rose up from the ground and stood before the shaman.
The fire revealed the painted colors drawn over the man's face and arms.
A kind of finger painting he had done in school over white paper.

A small bowl was brought out for David to eat from. The boy eagerly
took a piece and gobbled it down as the man watched. He recognized the
taste. It was good smoked meat with a bitter flavor lingering in his
mouth. The boy's eyes flashed in alarm. He knew what had been mixed in
with his ritual meal.

"Eat all so you to dance within," explained the shaman. "It a good
journey from here (while pointing at the ground) to the Above (while
pointing upwards). I will join you."

David watched the shaman eat a few strips of smoked meat from his
bowl. Not as much as he had taken. The empty bowl was put down and a
medicine rattle taken in hand by the man. Its shaking announced the
beginning of the boy's sacred rite. He was asked to dance around the
blazing fire.

A great joy went through David to participate in a rite as if he were
a real Indian. He stomped his legs and swung his arms in a hearty display.
The fire's heat made his body sweat. The man's rattling was loud in his
ears and soon his head began to spin. When the youth thought that he
couldn't stand up any longer, he dropped down at the man's legs. A small
water skin was given him to drink from. The liquid was flavored. It went
down his throat and put out the fire that had been burning deep in his
belly. His head still swam.

"You go soon," warned Sha-sa-took. "Remember to keep both feet on
mother earth so you to return from the Above!"

David stood up as he was asked. As if in slow motion, he watched the
shaman pull away his two flaps from around his body to bare him. His pole
was standing up against his belly with its urgent need for relief. "I
have to go outside," he asked. "I'll be right back!"

Sha-sa-took shook his head though he understood what pained the youth.
"Your rite begin so must stay! I will drink it."

David blinked his eyes with surprise. He watched the shaman take hold
of his sides and lean forward with his mouth opening around the tip of his
erection. It slipped in. With a soft pat over his rear end, Sha-sa-took
urged the youth to piss. It took the boy a moment but he managed to let
go. The man eagerly drank it and he even sucked over his hard pole for
more. The thrills felt nice from his dick. He had to close his eyes from
the strangeness of what the man was doing to him.

Flashes of lightning seeped through the boy's eyelids from the ritual
fire. In his ears was a raging storm. The shaman's strong hands steadied
his body while he felt his spirit being freed. His weary flesh remained
on the earth. David leaped up through the lodge's smoke hole to soar high
into night's sky.

The brilliant stars crackled all around the boy. They danced wildly
around the silvery moon that stared at him with a silent grin. He came
upon a high cliff. Without the use of wings, David had to climb it. He
reached up to the next stony protrusion and lifted his left foot onto a
toehold. His butt flexed from the climb. In the front of him, he felt his
stiff pole pushing into a hole in the rock.

The high cliffs formed a statue. David stood against the stony shape
of a kneeling man who held him close, mouth on his groin. The boy felt
cool hands over his butt, urging his forward stabs. Wonderful thrills
were building in his erection. He couldn't reach down to play with
himself because of his death grip on the rock ledge.

The sensation was becoming too intense. More thrilling than if someone
were pulling over his stiff dick with their hand. He was going to be
pissing something other than urine in the man's mouth if he didn't stop
soon...

"I'm going to squirt!" David shouted. He felt his dick stiffen and
spit into the thirsty mouth. It made the stone man grin. Much pleasure
was felt from the boy's loins when they came to fruition. The youth cried
out in his high-pitched voice as he fell. His hands flung out to grab
onto something that could break his fall. The ground came up. There was
no crushing stop when his feet returned to the earth. He had remembered
Sha-sa-took's words.

David felt his body being turned to the setting sun. Its heat was
tremendous! He looked for a place in the river to swim but none could be
found. On the bank, his butt opened so that he could finger his hole. It
stuck in with the ease of a slippery tongue. The in and out motion made
his dick surge. It was a neat sensation that the boy had never experienced
before. He bent over some more.

The boy felt himself falling again. A man's strong hands carried him
down into his lap for a hug. David felt safe. He knew where he was and
welcomed the shaman's interest for his butt. There was a pushing between
the cheeks of his sweaty ass that found its tight entrance and slipped in.
Pain! The boy squirmed within the strong arms that squeezed his chest.
His hiccuping wouldn't go away. He endured the man's tight hold since he
knew that they would be scared away soon.

Tiny evil spirits rose up from the Sha-sa-took's legs to try biting
him. Under the shaman's direction, they were burned up by the ritual
fire's glowing sparks. He wouldn't be losing his legs... yet his butt
hurt him greatly. It was a rhythmic pain that threatened to split his
cheeks. The boy felt that he knew what was inside him deeply.

David gritted his teeth and held breaths to end the pain. His small
body was bounced over the shaman's folded legs in the sweat hut. He felt
the man's hard cock in his butt playing in there. His own dick was aching
for another release so he tried finding it. A hand was already pulling
over its stiffness like a medicine rattle. The thrilling music beat
itself into the boy's soul.

Kisses went to the youth's neck. He enjoyed their tickling feel that
helped to distract him from their hot sweat rite. The man's breath cooled
his skin with soft moans in his ear that told the boy how much his body
was being enjoyed. The sharp pain in his butt turned to only a filling
sensation. The pain could be endured. Their bodies kept bumping together.

A horse nickered softly when David urged his mount to a gallop. He was
riding bareback with only his breechclout separating their sweat-slicked
slippery bodies. The fast speed was exhilarating to the youth. He clutched
the thong reins and kept his balance over the horse's bouncing back. His
butt really hurt him. When he tried pulling up on the reins, the wild
horse only went faster. The boy hung on for dear life.

The horse changed into a brown man. David clung to his arms so that he
wouldn't fall down. Between his legs, he felt an urgent pulling around
his stiff pole. Its thrills mixed with the pain from his butt. His breaths
held and the boy cried out when squirts came out of his dick. At that
moment, his asshole tightened around Sha-sa-took's cock getting it to cum
in him. Together, the man and boy enjoyed their sweet male releases. The
full moon gazed down on their joining rite. Its silvery face looked like
uncle Reynolds who smiled with approval.

A familiar aching from his penis awakened David. He was about to get
up from the dirt when noticing that his body was being held. The shaman's
buffalo skin covered them both. Under it, he felt their naked bodies
touching. A flash of memory came to the boy. He remembered his ritual
visions from last night.

David realized that he couldn't move without disturbing the shaman
from his sleep and besides, he liked being held. The man's right arm was
cradling his head from the dirt. His left arm was wrapped around his
chest. It was very warm beneath the thick buffalo hide that made their
bodies sweat. He would welcome the cool air but not right now...

The boy had to piss. He knew how to turn his dick's aching to pleasure
so he reached down for it. Slow strokes were made over its stiffness to
build up the thrills. He thought of what happened last night with a
giggle. 'The shaman had swallowed my urine!' When the red-capped mushroom
had taken hold of him, he imagined himself climbing a steep cliff that
became a stone man who had sucked off his dick and then had him sitting
over the horseman's cock to squirt in his butt. David felt a slight aching
from his hole. 'That really happened?'

David felt stunned. Yet he accepted their joining since it was a good
thing. He was both a son to the shaman and his wife to fulfill that need
of the man. In exchange, the shaman would be a father to him until his
uncle returned.

The boy felt a breath against his neck and suspected that the shaman
had awakened. He stopped pulling over his erection so that he wouldn't
get caught. 'Sha-sa-took knows that I do it!' Yet the boy felt embarrassed
if he were to be seen playing with himself. Against his rear end, he felt
a lifting of the man's cock pressing under him. Its hardness sent a
shiver up the boy's spine. A bold idea came to the youth. He wiggled his
butt to get the man's erection to rise between his cheeks. The tip of it
tickled against his hole. 'Will he want to stick in me?'

David waited. He listened to the shaman's breaths to determine if he
was really sleeping or not. The boy wasn't sure. He felt the man's cock
throbbing between the cheeks of his butt but it didn't push in. The
aching in his own dick got the youth back to playing with it. He turned
its pain into sweet male thrills. Behind him, he flexed his butt cheeks
to play with the man's erection while handling his own.

A soft moan escaped Sha-sa-took's lips. David knew that he was awake
and enjoying his butt. A shiver went through the youth when realizing how
vulnerable he was. In the arms of a full-grown man, he risked being stuck
into as if he were a willing girl. Even forced to being rape if he wasn't
so willing! The boy's dancing from within came to mind. He had already
endured being mounted and the act had made them closer. His uncle had
smiled with approval for what they had done. 'No. That was only a dream.'

David felt confused about what was real and what wasn't from last
night. All he did know was that he loved Sha-sa-took and that he would be
willing to give himself to the man in any way. The shaman was too shy to
take what he offered.

The boy pulled his hand from around his dick to reach back for his
butt. He opened himself to the man's cock in the hope that he'd stick in.
There was no forward stab so he tried something else. The youth reached
back to the shaman's rear end. His sweaty cheeks felt cool under the
boy's palm. With his fingers pressed into the soft skin, he signaled his
readiness for the man to mount him. An urgent pulling was made over the
man's butt to get his own butt stuck into.

Sha-sa-took lowered his hand from the boy's chest to find his erection.
His fingers wrapped around its moist stiffness. He felt the urgent hand
over his ass that asked him to fuck the boy's hole. His cock urged him
yet he feared hurting the white youth. There was no red mushroom in his
belly to dull the pain and make him passive as in last night's ritual.

David gasped when feeling the man's hand around his long pole. He
moved his butt in the sweet rhythm of being masturbated. A sharp thrill
went through the boy when the tip of the man's cock pressed onto his
hole. To force its deeper entry, he backed his butt onto it hard. His
hand over Sha-sa-took's rear end also begged him to stab! There was pain
when their male bodies connected. David endured it since he'd be given a
greater thing in return. Not just to coax the man's seed into his body
for a satisfying of manly need but to win the shaman's utter love for
him. A love that would prevent his uncle from taking him away!

The tight fit from their joining made David gasp in pain. Sha-sa-took
heard it and kept himself from thrusting in that little butt. He held the
dear boy close to his chest and waited with his eyes tightly shut. The
man tried not thinking about what he was doing to the youth. His flesh
felt as one with the boy yet his heart warned him that it was rape. He
thought about pulling out.

David felt the shaman's hold of his body loosening; his erection was
released. With his hand, he urgently pulled over the man's rear end to
signal that they should remain stuck together. In a whisper, he asked:
"Don't let me go!" Sha-sa-took felt tears stinging his eyes. He was torn
between the boy's desire matched with the lust from his loins while his
heart ached him to stop. He found his voice and spoke. "I won't ever let
go, David. My heart is yours but this thing we do is good or not?"

"You did it to me last night."

The shaman remembered. Under the influence of the mushroom, his inner
dancing had joined with the boy's that now left him with some regret. He
tightened his hold of the youth's sweaty body in his arms while his cock
throbbed. The small hand pulled over his butt again, urging him to
perform a man's task. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

David humped himself against the shaman's hairy groin. That forced a
small movement from the man's cock in him. Its filling sensation in his
hole was uncomfortable but its deeper stabs made his pole surge. He heard
low moans on his neck. The man was surrendering himself to the joy of
their male bonding. His pole was taken in hand and pulled on. He too
began to moan from pleasure.

With his free right hand, the boy reached up to find the shaman's hand
and clutched it. Their fingers tightened like their joined bodies. The
pace of their mating grew frantic. David backed into the man's forward
stabs to deepen his cock's penetration in his little butt. It was a
strange sensation of pain mixed with growing pleasure to what they did.
The boy knew what he was doing. He wanted all of Sha-sa-took's love.

The man held his boy and gave him what love he could. All their months
together had culminated into this sweet moment of joining between flesh
and their hearts. The medicine man was healed by it. The youth gained a
father and lover.

Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He knew what the boy was enduring and
it marveled him. After the death of his wife, a part of his manhood had
ended. He never imagined a little white boy would assume that role which
would get him to act as a man again. What a joyous awakening it was!

With all his wisdom, the shaman didn't understand why his loins lusted
for a boy. He was a proven man with the birth of his son. The twelve years
raising him were filled with wonderful experiences he'd never forget.
Too soon it had ended from a tragic misunderstanding between Indian and
white folk. He lost what remained of his family. Serving his People as
medicine man was what kept him alive but with the loss of his legs, he
lost even that. Then a white youth was placed under his care.

Sha-sa-took raised his head in silent prayer of thanks unto Him for
the unexpected direction his life had taken. David was a great joy in
that new life. He promised to bring him up as if he were his true son.

The boy felt that same joy in his heart. He had gained a loving father
that would bring him up as a free human being. Their bodies were joined
to share the sweet joys of the flesh. It was true man/boy love.

The man's hand resumed to masturbate the boy's stiff pole while he
moved his cock with love's rhythm in him. The youth pulled over his butt,
coaxing his inward thrusts. He was performing as a man again. The joyous
task of being man!

There was a tingling in David's balls that warned him of his rising
climax. He cried out and wet to the man's tight fingers grasping his
pole. The sharp thrills he felt were better than he had ever imagined!
Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He felt the strain of his butt muscles
when forcing his long cock as deep as he could within the boy's little
ass. Their ringed muscles tightened, squeezing his cock and that made him
cum. Strongly! Without any shame, the man growled out like a bear. He was
fulfilling himself as a man with the love that he had for a young boy.

They laid together to catch their breaths. David felt a strange
fulfillment when knowing that his small body had satisfied the man; seed
filled his butthole. He too squirted seed to the man's hand that he
clasped in his own. Their sticky fingers wiggled together in a kind of
game. It was a precious moment for them both.

The shaman swallowed in his throat and voiced his earlier question to
the boy: "This thing we do is good or not?"

David heard the medicine man's concern. It seemed that a small boy
understood more than his elder. His body ached from performing the adult
act but it made his heart burst with pride and much joy. He answered the
shaman simply: "I love you!"