For The Love of Indian Boys Part II

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" Quick Legs asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taller Shadow stands beside the door. He holds it open and motions for us to go inside. I turn to my young friend and wordlessly gesture, 'do you want to go in and do things with this new boy?' Quick Legs answers me by walking past the tall boy and into the storage shed. I shrug my shoulders and walk in. Taller Shadow grins as I pass him. He crowds in behind us. The door gets latched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taller Shadow fills me with dread. Does he really think that our spirits have joined? That same fear is seen in the eyes of my dear friend. I rest my head on his small shoulder to ponder over it. Ours has been a great friendship. We have known each other forever! This older boy may seem wise but he's only a new friend. I listen to myheart and feel the truth become clear. "You're still my best friend," I whisper to Quick Legs. Yet I feel something for Taller Shadow. His deeper thrusts made something in my butthole feel intense. My second release had been thrilling. As an older boy, Taller Shadow can show us much in the ways of making love.

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

"Remember to come here tomorrow morning..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm taken from my pleasure when Taller Shadow calls out to someone. The boy stands up tall when a young girl approaches. It's Running Fawn. She's about my age; a few years older than her two brothers. I'm notsurprised that it's she who comes to be mounted. I've heard rumorsabout her playing naked games with her brothers. Now I know all thosewhispered stories to be true!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They did it!" shouts the young boy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quick Legs opens his eyes. He watches my few squirts splash against his belly. The intense thrills in my dick has me crying out again. The boy giggles. I enjoy the glow of my climax for many heartbeats. My ears fill with the soothing sounds of crickets and the wind in the trees. My body is feeling peaceful. Quick Legs smiles. I'm not embarrassed as yesterday to be performing this act before my young friend. I want the boy to release himself as well.

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

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

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

"What did he do?" asks Quick Legs. (The youth recalls the pain that the older boy had caused Bright Leaf when he stood behind him. As to the actual act, the boy only knew that it ended with his thick sperm being left between Bright Leaf's butt cheeks.)
"Taller Shadow stuck his dick up my butthole. His thrusts brought him much pleasure. He put his sperm in me. I want you to stick your dick into my butt."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does it hurt?" Quick Legs asks.

I shake my head in reply. The filling sensation from his erection is only a little uncomfortable. It's not the size of Taller Shadow's long cock. Nor will he have mighty thrusts.
To urge the boy on, I pull him onto my body with a hand gripping his backside. My hole gets penetrated. I keep a pained breath inside me. When I relax my hold on the boy's cheeks, I feel his stiffness leaving me. I repeat the fucking motion for him. A teaching game of sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I did it!" shouts Quick Legs.

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

"Did you squirt in me?" I ask.

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

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

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

The youth's words make me envious. By not being able to sperm, my friend seems to be given endless thrills from his erection during sex.

I'd like him to prove it. Although my dick is soft and I'm without need to cum again, a plan forms in my head. Quick are my next actions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you shoot inside me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you!"

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Squad Boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you?" Jimmy gasped.

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

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

"What is your name?" asked Mister Burrows.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na

The full moon of Mid-summer's Eve was rising in the early evening sky.
It marked the occasion when fifteen-year-old boys of the Kalinlepi could be
initiated as braves. Sadly, this small tribe of Omaha Indians would not be
conducting the ritual this year. Not that there weren't boys to be found
running amongst the tipis in skimpy breechclouts or going about naked in the
hot summer sun. None were of age yet. Last year, Little Fisher received his
brave's name of Catch-fish-with-arrows. The tribe celebrated that youth's
initiation that had elevated him from boy to man. If he proved himself worthy
in battle by touching an enemy with his hand, feathered coup stick or tomahawk
he'll be allowed to wear the proud hair adornment of eagle feathers, the mark
of a warrior. The passing of a few more moons may tell.

A feathered man was more likely to win the hand of a young woman he
desired from her father. Braves have married but it was believed that success
for the couple lay in the man's accomplishments; a warrior has already proven
himself able to protect his tribe, attain honor and show courage. He passes on
those desirable traits to his sons. Strong warriors were encouraged to have
large families. Each new feather in a man's hair gained him from brave deeds
added to his glory.

Big Horn's long black hair was not so adorned. He remained a brave at the
age of eighteen. There had been four years of peace enjoyed by the Kalinlepi
so he hadn't the chance to prove himself in battle yet. The last attack upon
their tribe had come from Spear-bearing warriors who struck without warning. A
few young women were carried away in their night raid along with a warrior;
his body had never been found though everyone believed he'd been tortured and
killed. Big Horn couldn't utter his name because it was taboo. He was often
reminded of that man loss whenever he looked deep into Willow Bird's eyes. For
four years, he'd been acting as that boy's monedo, training him to become a
brave in the place of his father.

Willow Bird would receive his brave's name next summer. He was learning
the many skills that a man needed to know: hunting, tracking, to be strong in
battle and how to receive the aid of spirits called upon in song. Big Horn
enjoyed spending his time with Willow Bird for he was a good student. Not all
his teaching were serious or an effort. He took the boy on long walks, swam
naked with him in the cold muddy river and they talked. Willow Bird had so
many questions needing to be satisfied! Not all were easy to answer. The other
day, Willow Bird had asked if a man could love a boy in a manner satisfying to
both as if he were a girl. Big Horn's reply was misdirecting and weak since
its asking had troubled him. He had secretly longed to embrace Willow Bird
with his manly love but felt it was shameful, a kin to the battlefield
atrocities he'd heard of fallen warriors enduring rape by their enemies. Boys
too had been used like captured squaws. To protect Willow Bird from his darker
self, he'd kept his lust hidden.

A feathered man could satisfy himself in the arms of his wife. Big Horn
desired none. By remaining a brave, it kept him from that awkward duty. He
stood still in that stage of his life while younger braves passed him by when
becoming warriors. Each year also strengthened the dark rumors in camp about
him. The Chief of the Kalinlepi often pressed Big Horn to marry so that his
brother's blood would pass beyond his only son. It was becoming difficult to
resist his uncle's council.

Big Horn released a weary sigh. He tried to put an end to his swirling
thoughts that kept going round and round in his head like a dark funnel cloud.
What really worried him was Willow Bird. This moon of Mid-summer's Eve began
an ordeal for the boy. He had led the youth over the wide river that afternoon
to the rolling plains far from their tribe. Weaponless, Willow Bird would have
to find food and water while keeping himself safe from his enemies. Only after
a hand of fingered days could the boy return home. That was the test.

The brave had endured a test of his own. When Willow Bird stood before
him to hear his last words of advice, Big Horn tried not being tempted by the
boy's brown pole sleeping over his balls, the tuft of groin hair above it that
marked his nearing passage into manhood or to reach out to snatch his brown
butt. The brave had kept his voice from trembling when he advised Willow Bird
to hide from the revealing sun during the day and to travel only at night. He
warned him that there were hunters out there who sought naked boys. The youth
had turned from him and sprinted out to the plains. Little did he suspect that
his monedo was one of those lusting hunters. The truth of it weighed heavily
in Big Horn's heart.

Willow Bird's return to camp would be the true measure of his skills. The
highest result being if he remained unharmed, clothed in a breechclout of his
crafting and weaponed. Big Horn knew that not all boys returned. Some youths
merely passed their test by returning naked and exhausted after the five days.
Others crawled back to camp early because of injury.

Big Horn had watched the boy's departure until the sweet image of him had
faded into the distance. He had almost revealed his secret desire to spend
those five days with him, to convince Willow Bird of his love that was also
for his male body - that they should try embracing it in spite of the
consequences. It had been a very near thing. That afternoon, the brave had
passed a test of his own. He would continue to act honorably as Willow Bird's
monedo.

Big Horn was glad to be training him. Willow Bird's boyhood years had
been difficult because of his loss. It had made the youth shy and feeling
small in his tribe's eyes. His mother's tipi was small. Warm Hands worked hard
for the others to gain the food and hides that they needed. Taking a new
husband would have provided those necessary things of life but the woman never
seemed to get over mourning her loss and she didn't worry about her son
because he had a monedo to guide him into manhood.

The brave tried replacing Willow Bird's father but it wasn't the same. He
couldn't stay with the boy in his tipi or be ever at his side when he needed
guidance. Yet love had grown between them in those four years. Big Horn didn't
want to betray that trust by taking Willow Bird's body for his twisted
desires. Fear of his darker self has kept the brave wandering from camp for
days on end under the guise of hunting or scouting for enemies. Not until his
pent up lust was spent in hand would Big Horn return to the tribe feeling like
a good person again.

That made Willow Bird feel very lonely. He only had one other close
friend to play with - Song Bird. He was the chief's son so he ranked high in
the tribe. It was a strange association, thought Big Horn. A fatherless boy
had the lowest status amongst his People so he was often taunted by the other
boys struggling to set themselves in their proper place when becoming braves
and warriors.

Big Horn knew his place in the tribe. He was an unproven man who went
featherless and without a squaw in a tipi to keep him. He was lucky that his
uncle was chief. It's provided him a place to sleep at night. Yet of all the
other men in camp, the chief had asked him to act as Willow Bird's monedo. The
brave thought it was because he too had struggled to manhood without a father.

One more summer must pass before Willow Bird would be named a man in his
tribe's eyes. Big Horn had done his best to guide the boy. As his body grew
into manhood so had the brave's desire to take it. Only love for his charge
and the thought of betraying the youth's trust had kept him in check. This day
had proved that he could keep his darker self hidden. But only just barely.

Big Horn knew that there were other men with lusting hearts. Willow Bird
might not be able to escape a sexual assault from them on the plains. Little
Fisher had met that fate. Though he returned to camp after his test, the boy
hadn't managed it unmolested. Only Big Horn knew that he'd been captured by
two enemy warriors who had used him like a squaw. Little Fisher had gone to
Big Horn for his help because they were blood brothers. The brave secretly
tended to the boy's wounds, both of flesh and his spirit. His vow of silence
about the incident would always be kept.

Big Horn sighed with apprehension. He wondered how his charge would fare.
He raised his eyes to the starry night's sky in silent prayer unto Wah-Conda,
the Great Father Spirit: 'Please keep Your guiding Hand upon my boy!'

The loud churning of the river filled Big Horn's ears. He lowered his
face from the bright evening sky after his prayer was given. Five summers ago
he had passed this test himself. He knew of the difficulties that Willow Bird
faced ahead. Water could be easily found but hunting and keeping warm at night
was the real challenge. And there was always the threat from enemy scouting
parties. They knew what tonight's moon would set loose on the plains. To kill
a boy was much easier than facing him later as an armed warrior.

Little Fisher would have been scalped during his testing if he hadn't
accepted male humiliation instead. His lusty captors had offered the boy the
choice of being killed or performing as their willing squaw. He chose to
survive and would seek vengeance upon the Spear-bearing People as a man. Until
that day of reckoning, those lusting warriors would continue to enjoy their
mid-summer sport.

Big Horn felt his hands trembling. He feared for Willow Bird since scouts
had been reporting that the enemy tribes across the river were increasing
their hunting range. Raids were becoming more numerous amongst their allies.
The brief time of peace would soon be coming to an end.

"Willow Bird, be like the rabbit!" pleaded Big Horn into the night. He
knew that the youth was far away in lands unknown to him. The Kalinlepi kept
their tipis planted near the larger woods in their hunt of deer and the elk.
They remained safe on this side of the river because there were few places a
war party could cross. Bow men kept their vigil from the trees. The river
crossings were always guarded. The chief of their tribe had vowed that no
Spear-bearing raiders would catch them unprepared again while breath filled
his lungs.

That protection was of little use to Willow Bird. Big Horn had cast him
into the hunting grounds of their enemies that afternoon. There he would have
to survive to prove his worth unto the Great Spirit and the People of his
tribe. If it was meant to be, the boy would return home. If not...

Big Horn closed his eyes. He tried not thinking about that latter
possibility. Willow Bird may be naked and vulnerable but his head was filled
with many skills that would allow him to survive. His heart was good. Surely,
the Great Father Spirit would guide His little son safety through the plains.
He would make it back home!

Across the river was the safety of his tribe. Big Horn could just make
out the tall ghostly shapes of tipis under the full moon. A twinkling light
amongst them caught the brave's attention. Someone had a fire going but for
what purpose he couldn't determine. A raiding party could use that beacon to
an ill purpose, he realized. That angered him. Upon his return to camp he'll
have a talk with the chief about it. His People were becoming too lax.

Big Horn sighed. He couldn't bring himself to entering the river yet. He
knew that its crossing would be cold and not without peril. There were water
spirits who could pull a man beneath, especially at night. He could use that
as an excuse before his uncle in the morning if he were to camp here for the
night. Crossing the river also meant leaving Willow Bird on his own. A naked
morsel for Spear-bearing men to capture and enjoy...

The brave thought back to Willow Bird's departure from him in the plains.
He had ran like the wind, his flexing butt driven by strong legs and the
rhythmic swaying of arms against his side; naked and vulnerable. Yet the boy
was proud and ready for his five day ordeal. He was a freed bird at last.

Big Horn grinned. He knew that a bird always returned to the nest after
its first flight of freedom. Surviving in the plains would prove an exciting
adventure for Willow Bird. After the five days, the boy would return to him.
The brave had kept something of the youth. In the moonlight, he could just
make out the squarish shape of two deerskin flaps in his hands. A boy being
tested had to go without. Even the thong belt had been taken from Willow Bird
since it could serve for trapping animals or in the binding of a stone club.
No advantages could be given the youth. He was supposed to endure this test
alone with only his wits.

Willow Bird's thong belt was twisted nervously around three fingers of
Big Horn's right hand. He noticed their tight binding when the fingers turned
numb. He dropped the long thong to the ground at his feet. Its release made
his hand feel the stinging of sharp thorns. The boy's deerskin flaps were to
be tossed into the river and that was what stayed Big Horn. He wanted to keep
that small part of the boy for a while longer - the bodily scented cloths. He
was often sniffing their inner folds, trying to determine which cloth had
covered Willow Bird's loins and his butt. He detected their boyish sweetness
mingled with the sharp odors of sweat and something else.

A familiar aching filled the front of Big Horn's breechclout. Unlike a
boy, he wore the lengthy cloth of a man that folded over his thong belt in
front, passed under him and ended in a folding against his tense butt. Yet he
could easily reach a hand in from the side to handle himself at need. The
brave discovered that's where his left hand could be found. It pulled over his
thick skinned horn. Pleasure slowly filled his loins. The brave allowed
himself that simple male pleasure until he connected his sniffing to his lusty
act, becoming angered. Big Horn leapt from the weeds and landed in the river
with a loud splash.

The cold water came as an expected shock to his loins. His manly power
dwindled in response. Big Horn strode through the shallows towards the fire he
saw in the distance. His right hand kept hold of the boy's small flaps. He
couldn't bring himself to letting go that part of Willow Bird to the river.

Big Horn walked around camp to dry off. He came upon the fire and stood a
moment to warm his legs. His hands were about to reach out for the welcoming
flames when he dropped them from the old woman's seeking eyes; clutched within
each were the boy's breechclout flaps. She tended a boiling pot filled with
deer bones to extract marrow from them. The brave scolded her for doing this
at night where their enemies could see it. The woman shooed him away so that
she could finish her late night work in peace.

The troubled young man stumbled outside the sleeping tipis in deep
thought. A woman had sent him away as if he were only a boy! He was an
initiated brave; less than a proud warrior but more than a mere boy. Big Horn
shook his head in frustration. His life was becoming more and more difficult
for not being able to live up to the expectation of others. A chief wanted him
to marry. The younger men with eagle feathers in their hair asked when he
would be earning his rank. Big Horn was the oldest brave of the Kalinlepi;
that was not an honor. Only by acting as monedo for a fatherless boy gave his
life purpose and a little pride but he was afraid of what his lusting heart
might reveal to Willow Bird if he wasn't careful.

It was very late when Big Horn laid down to sleep in his uncle's tipi.
He heard their loud snores. The chief slept with his younger wife in his arms
while Yellow Deerskin slept alone in a corner of the tipi. Her son was laying
over his belly on a mat next to the brave's.

Big Horn tried closing his eyes but sleep wouldn't come. He knew why.
His eyes swept round the walls of the tipi in search of that he didn't know.
He followed a pale shaft of moonlight coming down from the tipi's smoke hole
to the central fire pit. It reminded him that he hadn't eaten today. He spied
a few mice searching for food around the dead embers. One scurried along the
dirt floor and squeaked when it ran into a water jug. The chief's snoring
filling Big Horn's ears was like an elk bull's mating call.

A soft cry caught Big Horn's attention. It had come from Song Bird. He
turned his head to look for the sleeping youth. The faint moonlight coming
down was enough for him to see by. He noticed that the boy was clutching the
corners of his ground mat. His legs stretched then slowly relaxed and there
was a slight humping to his rear end. Big Horn heard a gasp for breath. The
boy continued to clutch his ground mat while rubbing his belly against it.

The brave felt his loins stirring. He recognized the boyish rite that
Song Bird was performing. His small straining body was seeking pleasure in the
night. It was a thing Big Horn had done when he thought his parents were
sleeping. The boy slowly released his breath before gulping in another. He
held it in his lungs to deepen the thrills his erection was giving him.

Big Horn knew that this boy was too young to shoot. Come morning, there
would be no embarrassing wet spot on his mat for mother to scold him about.
His thrills were easily won and of little risk from discovery. The brave
considered joining into Song Bird's boyish rite. His cock had grown to full
length and it strained to be freed from the front of his breechclout.

Another thrilling outcry from the boy. Big Horn decided. He turned onto
his right side at the edge of his sleeping mat closest to where the boy laid.
He dared to reach his hand out to Song Bird's humping. He felt the warmth of
his butt through the small deerskin flap. The boy's cheeks tensed up. Big Horn
reached into the side of his breechclout to bring out his hard cock. He caught
the movement of the boy's head turning towards him in the dark.

Big Horn pressed down on the boy's rear end. He felt the skin softness of
Song Bird's butt and upper thigh along his arm. The brave relaxed his right
hand. In his left hand, he pulled over the foreskin of his throbbing cock for
thrills. Another push was given over the boy's rear flap. Through the brave's
fingers, he felt Song Bird flexing the cheeks to his straining butt. Big Horn
relaxed his hand. The boy's breath came out as a moan.

There came a secret understanding between the man and the boy. Both
sought male pleasure for need only; no love between them. Song Bird accepted
the brave's hand over him. He peeked on the brave's manly display in return.

Big Horn was proud to show off his big cock. He didn't know how much the
boy could see of it and for that he was glad. The near darkness somehow kept
what they were doing together from being blatant or wrong. The two of them
were stealing pleasures in the tipi where they knew they shouldn't be.

Lustful thoughts filled the man's head. He was urged to try more with
the needing boy - lay beside his small body and take his hard pole in hand.
Maybe suck on it. Big Horn tried casting away his darker urges that would have
him kissing over Song Bird's little butt, finding his puckered hole with his
tongue and a daring stab of his manhood into it likened to a lusty battlefield
conquest. The brave kept himself rooted to his ground mat. He was fond of the
chief's son and wouldn't do anything to hurt him.

For a long while, Big Horn played the youth's bottom like a hand drum.
He thought about fingering through the boy's soft cheeks to touch his hole but
thought it would be too daring an act. It was thrilling enough for him to be
a part of the boy's pleasure rite. His cock was often brought close to cumming
but he kept himself from exploding. The youth enjoyed many dry climax.

A weariness finally overcame Big Horn. He felt his body relaxing and
ready for sleep so he withdrew his left hand from the boy. His cock was
slipped back into his breechclout. The man's eyes closed.


In the very early morning, Big Horn awakened from an exciting dream. He
couldn't recall the fading images of sex but his cock throbbed within his
breechclout in lusty remembrance. The brave took it in hand. He suspected
that his dreaming was about boys and that he was probably raping them. It was
a secret desire that he had coming from the darker side of his spirit. His was
a good heart so nothing like that could ever happen while he remained awake.

Big Horn turned on his side to look for Song Bird. He found the boy
sleeping on his back, the front folding to his breechclout was spilled upon
his belly. The brave smiled when he saw the youth's erection. He suspected
that Song Bird had watched him dreaming and may have even dared to touch him.
The man's last sensation upon waking was of a small hand around his foreskin.
From his dreaming or the curious grasping by Song Bird?

The boy looked like he was asleep. Big Horn couldn't tell in the faint
morning light. The youth's erection could have come from a need to piss or
even from him enjoying a lusty dream of his own. The brave would test him. He
reached out for Song Bird's hard pole and grasped it. The foreskin was soft
and warm in his fingers. He pulled over the boy's dick to free its rosy knob.
An urge came into the man to suck on it but he wouldn't dare... The brave knew
that his mother would catch him even through closed eyelids. After a nervous
glance was taken in her direction, Big Horn continued to handle both their
dicks. Song Bird didn't stir.

Big Horn was greatly thrilled from the act. He had in his right hand the
manly expression from a young boy. The moist knob popping out against his palm
and the pole's stiffness moving through his tight fingers resembled his cock,
though being of much smaller proportions. He carried the boy towards a sweet
climax. His balls tingled in warning that he was about to shoot his cock. He
rushed to cup what spurted from his knob. Pleasure exploded in the man's head
when he seeded. Strongly! After releasing a careful breath, he thought he'd
heard the boy moan.

Song Bird's eyes were closed. If the boy was feigning sleep, he was doing
it well. Big Horn grinned when a clever idea dropped into his head. He brought
out his cupped left hand from within his breechclout and stretched out his arm
towards the youth. With his opening hand, the brave released his sticky sperm
onto the boy's immature loins. He knew that Song Bird would welcome the male
power he was offering to them.

Big Horn completed his 'growing up' rite for Song Bird by silently
mouthing the sacred ending words. He gently pulled the boy's front flap down
from his belly to cover his wet dick and balls. No sign came from the youth
that he'd been pretending to be asleep. An enjoyable weariness came to the
brave. After making sure that his dripping cock was hidden within the folds of
his breechclout, he turned onto his back and closed his eyes in sleep.


Later that morning, Big Horn awakened with the need to relieve himself.
He rose from his warm sleeping mat. Song Bird was laying on his belly with a
smile on his face. The brave stepped over his small form and tried making a
quiet exit from the chief's tipi. He knew that his uncle liked to sleep late.
Yellow Deerskin opened her eyes and gave the brave a frown. The old woman had
made it known to Big Horn that she didn't like having to share her husband's
tipi with an unmarried man of his age. It was yet another burden for the young
brave to bear. If he were to marry, a tipi of his own would be set up.

After reaching the woods, Big Horn peed to the roots of a great pine. He
grasped his foreskin for a moment longer to release the remaining drops of
urine. His cock quickly swelled from handling. Rolling the thick skin back, he
cleaned out the smelly paste from around his knob. A few sharp thrills there
made his breathing heavy. He had already come out in the tipi but his tingling
erection proved that he was still in need. Willow Bird's two flaps that he
saved from last night came to mind. He had them hidden in a sack of animal
hide scraps in the tipi. To sniff them would heighten his sexual thrills...

Big Horn became angry. He didn't want to lust over the boy's breechclout
but had kept it in the event Willow Bird didn't return. And even when he did,
having the two cloths could be put to some use. He could bring out the boyish
garment to reminisce over when Willow Bird was older. How small they would
appear over his mature body, unable to cover his manly nakedness. A good laugh
to be had between them!

The brave released a happy sigh. He tucked his long horn back within the
front of his breechclout and pulled the ends taunt over his thong belt. The
bulge from his erection would show but he didn't mind. Many a warrior in camp
enjoyed exhibiting themselves before the women and envious boys. Big Horn may
not have a feather sprouting from his hair but he could boast the biggest cock
in camp.

Big Horn left the cover of trees to head for the river. His long walk to
the south with Willow Bird had been a hot ordeal and he was unable to get a
proper bath last night for fear of being pulled down by water spirits. Upon
reaching the bank, he walked down river a ways to ensure privacy. Girls were
known to wash clothes on the bank nearest to camp.

When the brave felt he had traveled far enough, he untied the thong belt
from around his waist to drop his lengthy cloth to the ground. The man leaped
into the muddy river without pause. The cold water assaulted his body. It was
a refreshing sensation that took some getting used to though. Diving along the
bottom took his mind from the chill. The current swept him down. He checked
the distance between himself and his clothes by walking against the strong
current every so often. When the cold water no longer seemed to bother him, he
knelt in the shallows to draw up sand to clean his face, neck and chest. The
grainy feel over his breast made his brown nipples harden. He fetched more
sand to clean his back down to his butt. Lastly, he rubbed his legs clean.

A high-pitched giggle in the distance caught Big Horn's attention. He
allowed the river to carry him down until the voices grew louder. He waded
towards a stand of cat tails where he spied on two naked boys, one taller than
the other. The brave silently kicked his feet against the current until he
rested amongst the tall reeds. Hidden.

Both youths were covered from head to toe with dark mud. The shorter boy
tossed a handful at his companion with a happy glee. It was answered by a
volley that struck the little boy in the chest. Another handful was quickly
taken up and thrown. The little boy held out his right hand in a gesture of
submission. That ended their game.

"You look like a mud monster!" the younger boy sung in his high-pitched
voice.

His friend answered, "You too! We should clean up in the river before
returning to camp."

Big Horn recognized the older boy's voice. It was Crying Loon's, son of
warrior Bending Arrow. The brave wouldn't have recognized him otherwise with
all that mud obscuring his facial features. A small fear gripped his heart.
He knew that the two boys would find him hiding in the reeds when they passed
by to clean up in the river.

"The water is sooooo cold," complained the little boy.

"I know of a warmer method!" Crying Loon announced. He reached down for
his dick and pointed it at his companion. A long stream of piss struck the
youth who accepted it, admits lots of giggling.

Relief filled Big Horn. His tense body relaxed though he had to clench
his teeth to prevent them from chattering. He dared to part the tall reeds to
get a better view of the dancing youth. It was Wolf Pawing, a nine-year-old
boy who was only a few years younger than his friend. The youth took his pole
in hand and pissed back. It was a fine game that almost made the brave laugh
out loud.

Crying Loon stood closer to Wolf Pawing, pissing away mud from the front
of the little boy's body. It revealed the lighter color of his skin. Big Horn
spied on the youth's smooth groin with his pole lifting up from his small
clutch of balls.

"Isn't this a better way to clean up?" asked Crying Loon with a laugh.

Wolf Pawing giggled. The boy's yellow flow ebbed but his pissing had rid
some of the mud from Crying Loon's lower body. Big Horn saw that neither boy
had any groin hair. The older youth's pole stuck out from his body with its
pair of balls bouncing beneath. The man continued to lay low amongst the cat
tails with his own body covered in dark mud.

When Crying Loon couldn't piss any more, he shook the last drops from his
dick with a grin. It had grown long from handling. Wolf Pawing also bore an
erection. Big Horn felt the sexual tension building between the two boys.

"Can you shoot your dick like a man if you wanted?" asked Wolf Pawing.

Crying Loon nodded. He sat down near the reeds with his butt being sucked
down into the mud. At his gesture, Wolf Pawing sat over his thigh. Big Horn
could see where the little boy's eyes were being drawn down to. He had to
slither closer to spy on what the older boy performed.

Wolf Pawing ended his giggling. His eyes widened when he watched the
older boy pull over his erection. Big Horn smiled knowingly. He had gained
full view of the two boys but had to be careful least Wolf Pawing see him.
Crying Loon sat in the mud sideways to where the brave hid. The little boy sat
over his friend's thigh, facing him. The youth's pulling made for a revealing
squishy sound.

The man was excited. He felt his horn lifting between his legs but was
prevented from handling himself. Both his hands gasped the cat tails from
where he peered out from. He saw that Crying Loon's mud-stained face was
tense. A pink tongue stuck out from the boy's mouth. He gasped for breath. His
proud-looking eyes stared down at his action but he glanced at Wolf Pawing's
face every so often. The little boy was in awe of Crying Loon's dick and what
was being done to it. If the youth were to lift his face towards the river,
Big Horn could be discovered.

"When will you shoot?" asked Wolf Pawing.

"I want to hear you cry out first," answered Crying Loon.

"Me? I don't think mine will do it..."

"I know you can't!" said Crying Loon, "but you can still thrill it
towards a feeling of explosion."

The little boy shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that he didn't
understand. Crying Loon paused from beating off to show him the proper way. He
took hold of the little boy's erection, moving its tight foreskin with
rhythmic fingerings. Wolf Pawing gasped with delight. His little butt humped
over his friend's thigh in beat to what was being done to his pole. Another
gasp. When the youth felt that he knew what he was supposed to do with
himself, he pushed Crying Loon's hand away.

Wolf Pawing positioned his left hand around his finger-length erection
and made a quick pulling of its foreskin. Crying Loon resumed to masturbate
himself. Big Horn saw that both boys made their rosy knobs pop in and out from
their foreskins. It was a really cute display.

Crying Loon reached low around his friend to hold his little butt humping
over his left thigh. Their struggling bodies leaned closer together, almost
touching. Big Horn had to move a bit closer so that he could peer down into
their laps. It made him more vulnerable to discovery. His hard cock really
ached him to be handled. He settled for flexing his thighs around his balls
for thrills. The mud sucked at his humping ass.

Wolf Pawing's face screwed up. He found it hard to hold breaths but had
learned that doing so intensified the thrills coming from his hard pole. His
belly trembled from the effort. When the little boy couldn't hold one any
longer, he cried out. Pleasure exploded from his erection unlike anything he
had ever felt before. Big Horn knew of the boy's dry climax from the way his
eyes fluttered.

Crying Loon laughed. "Didn't that feel real good?"

Wolf Pawing nodded. He paused from handling himself for a moment to catch
his breath. He looked for any sign that his dick had shot. Nothing. Crying
Loon gestured for the little boy to keep doing it. He knew that by not having
any sperm in his balls would allow the youth to enjoy thrill after thrill.

Big Horn was tempted to join the two boys but thought better of it. He
knew that there were enough bad rumors circulating around camp without him
doing something foolish to verify them. He settled with bringing his left hand
down from the reeds to pull over his aching cock. It tingled with sharp
thrills. He knew that his coming out would be a very good one.

Wolf Pawing cried out again. This time, he didn't pause to catch his
breath but continued to pursue more thrills from his angry-colored pole. All
the while, his eyes stared down at Crying Loon's erection. He didn't want to
miss seeing his friend shoot.

Crying Loon was proud to show his young friend this male pleasure. It
surprised him that the boy hadn't discovered it on his own or been shown it by
another. He would prove that his hairless groin didn't mean that he was still
a little boy. His dick could shoot like a man.

Wolf Pawing kept eyeing his older friend's action. He'd heard about boys
touching themselves there but as a naughty act he'd be scolded for if his mom
caught him. They were far from the tribe. Alone. The youth felt proud to be
performing this naked act with his friend where none could see it.

"Look now!" warned Crying Loon. He aimed his long dick at Wolf Pawing and
after several hand jerks, he squirted. True to his name, the boy cried out
like that crazy lake bird. Big Horn saw the clear liquid pooling over the
little boy's groin. Wolf Pawing giggled with amazement. He watched his friend
pull out the remaining cum from his swollen knob and gather it into his
fingers. This he brought down to cover the little boy's erection and balls.

Big Horn recognized the 'growing up' rite that Crying Loon performed. He
didn't speak the words a proud father or uncle would announce after the act
but the result was the same. Wolf Pawing accepted the male power coming from
his older friend.

Crying Loon released a long drawn-out breath. His shoulders slumped
wearily. Wolf Pawing spread his legs to examine his anointed loins for signs
that they would mature or something. Over his groin, he found some of his
friend's cum so he gathered it into his left hand. He lifted it to his nose
for a curious sniff. Some was even tasted! Big Horn didn't know what the youth
thought of it because in the next moment, the little boy spotted him.

With a cry of alarm, Wolf Pawing jumped to his feet. Crying Loon stood up
with him. They both stared fearfully into the reeds for the man. Big Horn
slowly rose from his hiding place to fully reveal himself since he's been
discovered. For a long tense moment nobody spoke. The two boys stared at the
brave's big cock standing against his belly with envy. Big Horn smiled when he
looked down. He compared his mighty curved branch with their twig-sized poles.

Acting like nothing had happened, Big Horn address Wolf Pawing with a
request. "I've been swept down river from my breechclout lying on the bank.
Could you go fetch it for me?"

The little boy darted away in answer to his plea. Big Horn was glad that
Crying Loon didn't follow him. The youth stood his ground with a wide grin. He
still bore an erection even after having just come out.

"You're so... big!" Crying Loon exclaimed. He stepped closer to the naked
brave with wide eyes. Smiling.

When it seemed that Crying Loon was going to touch him, Big Horn held the
boy's right shoulder to prevent him from coming any closer. It became a tense
moment. When the man's teeth chattered, the youth laughed at him. He gestured
down at his own nakedness covered in mud that was keeping his body warm.

"Sit down while we wait for Wolf Pawing to return with your breechclout,"
the boy asked. He took hold of Big Horn's hand from his shoulder and managed
to pull the brave down to the ground with him.

The mud sucked at Big Horn's butt. It was warmer to be sitting out of the
wind. Crying Loon positioned himself in front of the brave, facing him close
with his long legs stretching over the man's. Big Horn felt nervous but was
assured that the tall reeds were hiding them from view. He glanced up at their
brown seeded heads swaying to and fro. He wondered how Wolf Pawing would be
able to find them again if he returned.

"You were spying on us, Big Horn!"

The brave lowered his eyes to the boy's with concern. It was true and he
feared what the consequences would be. He was put a little at ease when he saw
some mischief in Crying Loon. Not gloating or anger in the youth's shining
eyes but a longing - for him! The boy was only a few years younger than his
charge. Perhaps he could seek sexual relief with him that would lessen his
lust for Willow Bird.

Crying Loon stared at the brave's thick cock. He was in awe of it. Not
even fully erected, it stood along the man's hairy groin with a slight curve
inwards. Tucked within his foreskin was its rosy knob, oozing with lots of
precum. The boy knew about that. He'd fooled around with an older boy once who
had claimed that his dripping helped prevent his sensitive foreskin from
getting chaffed in hand.

Big Horn looked over the boy's skinny dick. He was surprised that it held
a nearly erected shape after coming out already. The boy was smooth groined
like his little friend but he knew that this youth was old enough to shoot
even if it were the clear release of a younger teen boy. The wrinkled tip of
his foreskin was dry; no sexual excitement. Big Horn didn't think he saw any
oozing when the boy had handled it earlier.

The boy was excited to be lusted over by a full-grown man. He'd heard the
rumors that claimed Big Horn wasn't interested in women. Some even said that
he didn't want sex. Crying Loon knew that wasn't true or else the brave
wouldn't be sitting with him in the mud with a hard dick.

Crying Loon pulled back his thick skin to reveal his rosy knob. There was
a little pearl coming from his piss hole. He proudly dabbed it onto his
pointing finger to show the man. Big Horn didn't know if that was precum or
what remained after beating off with Wolf Pawing. He saw that his own cock was
dripping. A lot. There was an aching in his balls for not completing his act
in the weeds. The young man knew what would give him relief and that's what
kept him with this boy. A part of him warned that he should get up and flee.
He could go do himself in the woods without his help and fear of reprisal.

"Your turn, Big Horn. You watched us doing it so..." Crying Loon was
reaching for the brave's cock when his hand was blocked by the man's. He
giggled in nervous rejection. The boy withdrew his hand to handle his own
dick. He playfully gestured to the brave that he should handle his.

Big Horn held his left hand in the air for a moment before lowering it to
his cock. He surrendered to his urgent male need. The boy nodded with
approval. Together, the man and boy pulled on their hard dicks. A revealing
squishing sound was heard amongst the reeds. The thrills filled Big Horn's
loins. He knew it would be a very pleasurable release. Crying Loon thought
that he could perform again. He was sitting close to a full grown man and that
was very exciting. His butt humped in the thick mud. He sought a more intimate
position with him though.

Crying Loon slowly brought his legs around the brave's hips. That drew
his body closer to Big Horn's. Their bobbing hands nearly touched. His fingers
reached out to the man's rosy knob and he stole precum from it for use around
his dry dick. It made for a slippery handling that enhanced the thrills slowly
returning to his erection. Big Horn became tense. He was on guard to prevent
the youth from attempting to touch him again.

Crying Loon noticed. "You have plenty for your need," he complained. "I'm
not old enough to drip from my dick yet." He saw the effect of his words on
the brave; pride tinged with a little guilt. When his fingers darted over to
gather more of the sticky fluid, Big Horn allowed him.

The brave didn't like Crying Loon's wicked grin. He felt himself being
maneuvered by the boy who was drawing him deeper in an act that he knew he
shouldn't be performed with one so young. Would the youth boast to others that
he had witnessed his manly performance?

The sweet aching in the man's loins put down his fears. His lust was
consuming him. As long as they didn't touch each other, Big Horn felt that
his act with the youth was of no consequence. It would be over soon and they
could part ways.

It wasn't enough for Crying Loon. He wanted to see how far he could coax
the brave into a more intimate bonding with him. His boyhood friends were but
small challenges. To embrace a man with sex, the greater! It would give him
power over Big Horn to do anything that he wanted.

"I hope that my dick will grow up as big as yours!" the boy exclaimed.
"You're so strong that our enemies would surely flee in terror if they were
to see your long 'spear' aimed at their butts."

Big Horn laughed. He relished the boy's praise that played on his vanity
with a much-needed boost. Crying Loon tightened his legs around the man's
waist to bring their loins together. He let go of his erection in the hope
that Big Horn would handle them together.

Crying Loon reached his arms around the brave's back. Hands locked behind.
His tightening legs kept their unmatched bodies together with the boy's heels
digging in the mud for the man's butt. The youth vowed to himself that he
wouldn't let go! After an awkward pause, the youth felt Big Horn's fingers
extending around his dick. With one hand, their loins were beating as one.

Big Horn's fears were finally cast down by of his great lust. He enjoyed
the boy's small body clutching his as if seeking a protector. The man would
carry his young charge to manhood with a fiery display! He released their
hard dicks to let them struggle unguided between their bellies. The brave
rushed his arms around Crying Loon with his left hand falling to the youth's
soft flexing butt.

"Oh, Big Horn!"

Crying Loon's words were sweet in his ears, likened to the young woman
embracing her needing husband on their wedding night. He listened to the boy's
gasps of pleasure but kept his eyes tightly shut. The man concentrated only
on fulfilling the dark needs of their male bodies; a kind of battle. Big Horn
pulled over the youth's soft butt to mash their groins together. His hard cock
was building with many wonderful thrills against Crying Loon's dick. The boy
felt them too. He tightened his legs around Big Horn in beat to the big hand
under his bottom. With their loins pressing together, the boy wanted to steal
as much power from the man as he could.

They were being watched. It seemed like the man was embracing his long
lost son with love but with them being naked, it was an obvious sex rite.
Their muddy bodies strained together. Hands were wrapped around one another
with their bellies rubbing, dicks stabbing. It was an act never seen before
by the anxious intruder let alone ever imagined.

Big Horn moaned. He felt close to a wonderful explosion but his balls
seemed reluctant is if he were piss-shy. It would badly shame him if his loins
couldn't flow to the boy. With a renewed effort, the brave kept up his attack.
He felt that he was fighting a part of himself.

Crying Loon hung on for dear life. He realized that he'd awakened a dark
beast in the man from the way Big Horn was fiercely embracing his small body.
It was a little frightening. The brave growled out like an angry bear. His
cock stabbed against the boy's dick in an unmatched contest. Strong man hands
prevented escape.

Big Horn was totally consumed by lust. He beat his hard cock against the
boy to subdue the front of him. His hands attacked the back of him. Fingers
dug into the crack of Crying Loon's butt and found his hole. He dared to stick
one in. A wonderful tightness was found within. Sphincter muscles quivered
around his middle finger that he kept pushing deeper inside. He heard Crying
Loon's sharp gasp of surprise.

The boy couldn't believe it. He felt Big Horn sticking into his butt hole
with much pain. He wanted to get away! His legs loosened from around the man's
waist and his hands tried pushing him away. He feared getting raped.

Small fists pounded against Big Horn's right shoulder. It brought him up
from the carnal depths that he'd fallen to. His eyes opened to see Wolf Pawing
standing at his side. Anguish showed on this youth's tense face. The brave
rushed to his feet carrying Crying Loon up with him. They stood a part from
each other as if nothing had been happening.

There were tears in Crying Loon's eyes. When he saw Wolf Pawing, the boy
put on a brave face to hide weakness from his little friend. A hand was wiped
across his wet face. There was much regret showing from Big Horn's face.

"We should tell on him!" shouted Wolf Pawing.

"I'm not hurt," Crying Loon assured his friend. "Big Horn is too powerful
a man for me. It's all right..."

Big Horn spotted his breechclout at Wolf Pawing's feet. He retrieved it
with eyes that wouldn't look at the little boy. A low mutter of thanks came
from his mouth. He turned one last time to Crying Loon with sad eyes before
walking away from the two boys. His fast walking turned into a run. The man
ran along the river bank with his heart in turmoil. He ran and ran. When he
stumbled over an unseen branch, the brave fell to the dirt and cried. He
pounded the ground with his left fist and vowed never to touch a boy again!


All day long, Big Horn sat over the bank on the other side of the river
from camp. He thought long and hard. His balls hurt him from not finding
release. He welcomed the pain as a punishment for the dark deed he had
committed against Crying Loon. The boys would tell everyone what had happened.
He couldn't face that! Big Horn turned away from his tribe and walked towards
the plains to search for that he didn't know. Willow Bird was somewhere out
there. He'd be the only person who wouldn't have heard the terrible things
being said about him back in camp. Perhaps they could run away together and
never return...

Big Horn walked far down the elk trail where he had taken Willow Bird
yesterday. He knew that it was wrong to go to him during the test. How could
he even find the boy out on the plains? Yet he kept walking. Father Sun beat
down hard on his shoulders. His body sweated. When the brave's legs ached him,
he fell to the ground to rest. The tall grass chafed against him. His head
felt dull from thinking too much. He closed his eyes and found relief in
sleeping.


The sound of a horse awakened Big Horn. He saw a Spear-bearing warrior
atop it with his tomahawk at the ready. Fear gripped the brave. He noticed
that the old man wore no face paint but a terrible gleam of lust was in his
eyes. Big Horn slowly rose to his feet with a sense of defeat. The brave knew
that he wouldn't be able to outrun this enemy warrior. His hands held no
weapons or even a shield for defense. The safety of his tribe was far, far
away. They likely wouldn't want to help him anyway.

Big Horn accepted his fate. With outstretching arms, he welcomed the
man's blow that was soon to come. He closed his eyes. A death song sprang to
the brave's lips but he didn't utter it; he didn't feel worthy. The horse's
footsteps came closer but for a agonizing long moment that tomahawk blow never
came. Big Horn forced his eyes open.

The Spear-bearing warrior slowly dropped down from the advantaged
position of his horse's back. The appaloosa lowered his head down to nibble on
some grass. He nickered with contentment. Big Horn admired the fine horse. It
surprised him that the stallion didn't fear his presence; it was as if his
master were greeting a long-lost friend.

The two men eyed each other in silence for many heart beats. Big Horn
thought that the enemy warrior was deciding if it was worth doing battle
between them. The brave knew that he was no match for him; inexperienced,
weaponless and no eagle feathers to be found in his long hair. He appeared as
a weak boy before this mighty Spear-bearing man.

The warrior stuck the long wooden handle to his tomahawk back into the
left side of his thong belt. His lust for battle was fading from his eyes.
Curiosity filled them instead. He stood in silence to study Big Horn. The
brave felt his legs trembling; from fear or something else he didn't know. He
fell to the ground with his legs folding in a sitting position. To his
surprise, the warrior sat down with him.

Big Horn looked the enemy warrior over. His arms and chest bore many
battle scars. No war shirt was worn. He didn't wear leggings but a pair of old
moccasins covered his feet. A frilled breechclout was worn around his waist.
In his shortly-cut hair were five feathers of the eagle - a proud display.
The brave felt naked before this mighty warrior because of his unadorned head.

'Did you come into our lands to die?' the warrior gestured with his hands.
'You look too old to be one of the boys the Muddy River People send out on
Mid-summer's Eve. And too well clothed.' The old man grinned at his joke.

Big Horn noticed where the man looked down at him. No. He hadn't come to
the plains to be tested like Willow Bird. Perhaps he had come seeking death
as the warrior suggested.

'How are you called?' the warrior asked after the long silence.

Big Horn lifted his hands and gestured his name. The old warrior laughed.
He looked down at the front of his breechclout with seeking eyes. The brave
didn't understand what was so humorous.

'I am called Coyote Thief by my People.'

Big Horn could only nod his head in reply. A strange name, he thought.
'You have a nice horse,' the brave gestured after the awkward silence.

'Yes. Night Moon has been my loving companion for summers without count.'

Big Horn wasn't sure he read the hand sign for 'loving' correctly. He
surmised that the old warrior had meant 'faithful.' Without lowering his eyes
from him, Coyote Thief untied a long pouch from his thong belt. He drew out a
pipe along with a small pouch of tobacco. He filled the pipe and lit it,
offering it to Big Horn to smoke from first as was the custom for a guest. The
brave was surprised by the offer but he drew in a long puff as was expected of
him. The smoke was strong, causing him to cough a little. That brought a
spark of amusement to the old man's eyes.

Coyote Thief took back his pipe and smoked from it. He continued to
study the brave with eyes that gleaned many things. From Big Horn's lack of
head feathers, he knew that the young man was only a brave. A few years after
his naming. He wore a simple breechclout that was adorned with only a sacred
bundle. No weapons, food or even a water skin was upon him for traveling.

Big Horn felt very awkward. He didn't understand what was going on. The
old warrior honored him with the sharing of tobacco and friendly talk. He
lifted his hands in anger. 'Is not my scalp worth taking?' he asked daringly.

'Have you come to offer it to me?' answered Coyote Thief.

Big Horn shook his head. He feared what awaited him back at camp. He
really didn't want to die but neither could he live the way he had been. His
life felt twisted. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt them fall down his
cheeks with much shame before the enemy warrior. Sobs rose in his throat
unbidden. He lowered his face to his chest to hide himself.

Coyote Thief laid down his pipe. He reached out for the young man's
shoulders and tried comforting him. It was hard looking upon Big Horn's
weakness. Where did the brave's pain come from, he wondered.

Big Horn tried ending his sobbing. He wiped an arm across his wet face
so that he would appear brave before the warrior. It was a long struggle.
Coyote Thief released his shoulders. He lifted his smoldering pipe from the
ground and resumed smoking from it. When offered to the brave, he wasn't
surprised that it was politely rejected.

'You walk a difficult path,' Coyote Thief gestured after he was done
smoking. He saw Big Horn's eyes widen. 'It a difficult thing to be lonely
without a companion to seek comfort.'

Big Horn had to lower his eyes from the warrior. Coyote Thief seemed to
know much about him and that which troubled his heart. But how could he? They
had just met; the man's words could be interpreted in many ways he realized.

Coyote Thief tapped the ashes from his pipe before returning it with the
tobacco to his long pouch at his side. An idea struck him. He reached for his
sacred bundle and ritually lifted it in his right hand, drawing open its
thongs with the left.

'I offer you something from my bundle to take,' the warrior gestured.
'For strength.'

Big Horn's eyes widened. He had never heard of a man allowing another to
see what his personal bundle contained let alone remove something from it.
After seeing the sincerity in Coyote Thief's eyes, he did as he was bidden.
The brave nervously reached into the painted leather pouch. He brought forth
a clear stone. Mostly rounded, it bore a hole through it that a thong could
bear. Coyote Thief's eyes flared.

'If it too valuable, I will return it to you.' Big Horn quickly gestured.
The warrior shook his head but with some reluctance.

'Yes. It is of great value from being gifted me from my shaman. You can
keep it for a while.'

Big Horn paused from placing it inside his sacred bundle. He was unsure
of what Coyote Thief's gesturing had meant. A thought struck him. The brave
reverently opened his sacred bundle but he didn't drop the stone inside. He
offered the warrior to take something from his.

Coyote Thief nodded as if the return gesture was expected of him. Big
Horn watched the warrior remove a fine beaded wristlet that his father had
given him before he died. He had wanted it to be gifted to his son's wife on
their wedding night.

'Is this of great value to you?' asked Coyote Thief.

Big Horn could only nod with a bowed head. He felt the significance of
what they had exchanged. Coyote Thief smiled at him as if knowing his every
thought. It was a bit unsettling for the young brave.

The two men placed what they had traded into their sacred bundles. They
tied them closed in silence.

The brave lifted his eyes to meet the warrior's. Their sharing rite had
made him feel like an equal. His heart had been touched by Coyote Thief's
unexpected compassion but it left him feeling unbalanced. Big Horn didn't know
what to make of this enemy. He studied him with new eyes. The warrior looked
old and very wise. His arms bulged with muscles that rippled down to his
strong chest. A very attractive thing to see in a man! The brave wondered what
it would have been like to test this man's strength against his own, to feel
their straining bodies collide in battle. Afterwards, would Coyote Thief have
laid over him for a sexual connection? Big Horn saw the warrior's eyes aflame.
He could read his thoughts!

Coyote Thief peered into Big Horn's shy eyes. He saw something that was
kindred to him, lacking experience, yes, but there to be awakened. It was as
Snarling Bear had revealed to him long ago from a vision. This brave was the
One. Strange that he would be from the tribe of his enemies as foretold.

'Are you looking for someone?' gestured Coyote Thief. He wanted to know
if this young man would consider him for a lover.

Big Horn mistook his question. He thought that the old warrior referred to
him seeking Willow Bird which was surprisingly perceptive. Fear gripped his
heart. Had the boy been taken prisoner by his tribesmen, or worse?!

The thundering of approaching horsemen kept Big Horn from answering.
Coyote Thief stood up with his tomahawk in hand. Big Horn stood weaponless at
the warrior's side to face what came. Two men rode onto their position and
with a lifted hand gesturing from Coyote Thief, Big Horn realized that they
were his companions.

"To the west, we've found the bare-footed tracks to one of the Muddy
River boys!" shouted Blow Flute. "Take this one's scalp and join us for the
hunt of his companion."

Big Horn couldn't know what was being said because the man spoke in the
language of the Spear-bearing People. He didn't like the lusty glances that he
received from the eyes of the two braves. Just when he thought he'd escape
with his life, the situation had changed for the worst. Big Horn was
determined that he would put up a brave fight. With luck, he'd gain the title
of warrior before he was struck down.

'No. I like the way it looks on him,' Coyote Thief gestured while
pointing at the brave's flowing hair. He both spoke and made hand gesturing so
that Big Horn could understand his meaning.

"I'll gladly take his scalp," offered Sleeps-in-afternoon. The fierce
brave took hold of his flint blade and made ready to jump onto Big Horn from
his horse.

"No!" shouted Coyote Thief. "This brave came to the plains in peace and
we will let him go in peace." The two men shouted back with much protesting.

"It's difficult to share one scalp amongst three," complained Blow Flute.
"This brave would give us better sport than tracking down a naked boy."

Big Horn pleaded with his eyes unto Coyote Thief to let him know what was
being said. The old warrior turned away from his companions and made the hand
gesturing. Fear gripped Big Horn's heart; not for himself. He knew that the
braves must have found signs that led to Willow Bird.

'Take me!' Big Horn gestured in a challenge to the two braves. 'I am more
worthy for battle than the little boy that you've found!'

'He is dear to you?' Coyote Thief carefully gestured for only Big Horn's
eyes. When he saw the brave nod his head, an understanding came to the old
warrior. He offered Big Horn a gesture of peace before hastily mounting his
horse. He talked to his braves with many words Big Horn didn't understand.
They answered with loud protests. Coyote Thief was their war leader so the
braves had to bow to his wishes. Yet anger smoldered in the young men's eyes.

Coyote Thief reined his horse towards the east. His savage kick sent
Night Moon galloping over the plains towards to the Spear-bearing Tribe. He
was followed by his two disappointed braves.

Big Horn watched their dusty departure. He believed that Coyote Thief was
leading them away from Willow Bird and for that he was glad. Something on the
ground caught his eye. The brave ran to it and discovered the old warrior's
tomahawk; how could he not have noticed its falling from his thong belt? A
powerful sensation overcame Big Horn. The tiny hairs were raised at the back
of his neck from a revelation. Coyote Thief had left it for him on purpose.
Big Horn knew that they would meet again.

Big Horn was able to return to his tribe with the fallen token that lent
him strength. He heard nothing spoken against him coming from Wolf Pawing or
Crying Loon in the days after. He conferred with his uncle and the tribe's
shaman about what had happened to him on the plains but he kept the sacred
bundle trading ritual to himself. Word spread about his encounter with the
Spear-bearing horsemen throughout the Kalinlepi and many were amazed that he
survived it. That brought a measure of respect to the brave from the feathered
warriors of his tribe. It was very sweet.

Big Horn hoped that honor would also be won for Willow Bird out on the
plains. The days of testing for the youth passed but slowly for him. Often,
the brave walked along the river bank to look across it for any sign of the
boy should he be coming back early due to an injury. That was not hoped for;
failing his endurance test meant having to do another. Yet Big Horn favored
that outcome to what Little Fisher had suffered.

Warm Hands also revealed her anxiety. She sought out Big Horn with small
gifts of food, talking about her son as the brave ate outside her tipi. There
was strong taboo warning Big Horn from accepting too familiar an association
with the widow. He was only acting as the boy's monedo. Anything more from him
would be looked upon as his desire to take Warm Hands for wife. A thing
neither of them wanted.

The tribe accepted that the two only shared their concern for Willow Bird.
When Big Horn ate Warm Hand's meals in full view of the People, no one
whispered behind their hands or tried to make something more of it. Hope for
the boy's safe return was offered to them by everyone.

Warm Hands used the opportunity to thank the brave for guiding her son.
Though she'd never reveal it, the woman knew why their chief had asked his
nephew to serve as Willow Bird's monedo. Much was owed her husband from the
Kalinlepi; his past position as war leader and peace maker with the Split
Tribe. He'd been the trusted councilor to the chief, fulfilling a few secret
obligations unto that old man. A thing that weighed in the woman's heart.
Everyone thought she only had one son to take care of her in the declining
years. If Warm Hands were to lose Willow Bird, she'd be forced to look for her
lost one down river. That, or face the bitter winter alone and unsupported.

Big Horn didn't realize the depths to Warm Hand's concerns. The woman
kept many things hidden for the sake of the tribe. She didn't want to shame
powerful men or be looked upon with scorn. Where her first son was concerned,
however, she was willing to risk much. Warm Hands felt a threat from the brave
that dark gossip had revealed. Her talks with Big Horn confirmed them.

"I've felt the deeper love that you keep from Willow Bird," the woman
announced in an abrupt change of subject from what Big Horn and she had been
talking about. Her stern eyes drove the point home.

Big Horn coughed nervously. The woman's comment had taken him completely
by surprise so he feigned choking on his food.

"Was the raw deer meat I served you too strongly seasoned?" she asked
innocently. Again, her stare at the brave served as a sharp warning.

"No. I appreciate what you've given me, Warm Hands." Big Horn knew that
they were speaking towards a delicate subject; his hidden feelings of manly
love for her son. The brave regretted having spent those anxious days with the
woman. She had dug out his secret through their sharing of talk.

"Willow Bird will overcome the dangers out on the plains thanks to your
training," continued Warm Hands. "Will you protect him from dangers within?"
Her words were as sweet as honey.

Big Horn couldn't return the woman's knowing stare. He simply nodded his
head in reply, muttering the need to drown his cough with a drink from the
river. He rose from the ground and stalked away, defeated.

Throughout the afternoon, Big Horn sat on the far bank from his tribe.
The river passing between them made the brave feel a measure of safety. It
kept him apart from the People. How much did they know?! He knew there would
be consequences for daring to touch boys with his lust. Now Willow Bird would
be beyond his hand's reach. He was sure that Warm Hands would see to that.

Little Fisher came to mind. His body had been used by lusting warriors
when a boy and it's made him hateful and bitter as a man. Big Horn didn't want
that to happen to Willow Bird by his hand. The youth had a year remaining of
growth for body and spirit before being initiated a brave. Big Horn thought
that he should wait until next summer before daring to reveal his heart and
manly needs to him.

The matter pressed down upon the brave's shoulders. He was in need of
guidance. Yet there was no one in the tribe that he could reveal his most
secret and innermost feelings about his sexuality. It was one thing to be
under suspect. Confirming the People's fears with talk was quite another! Big
Horn wouldn't even risk conferring with his shaman. He was alone with his
spirit's dark burden. No one could understand how he felt...

The five-feathered man came to mind. Big Horn remembered Coyote Thief's
unexpected compassion and kindness when they had met on the plains. His life
had been spared. More than that, he felt a strange kindred ship with that
enemy warrior. Their rite of trading sacred bundle items proved later to be a
portent of things to come, after consideration. Coyote Thief wanted him. He
would welcome meeting with that warrior again.

The overcasted afternoon turned into a darker evening for Big Horn when
left to his thoughts. He made the cold river crossing. Pacing around camp to
dry off, the brave hoped to bring a weariness to his body that would allow him
to sleep. He was tired of thinking. Yet there was no end to the swirling dark
thoughts filling his head or the sharp emotions that clutched his heart. It
came as no surprise to him that he spent the long night with his eyes open.
Song Bird slept at his side without offering him the distraction of a boy's
pleasure rite. Even the mice were still. Big Horn's sight faded into the
utter darkness of the tipi but his thoughts were like lightning. Silent
crashing that kept him awake.


Big Horn spent the remaining days sitting on the bank across the river.
He felt that Willow Bird was somewhere out there... almost within reach. Many
times he considered looking for him; to talk about what troubled his heart.
The river flowed at his feet. He was anchored there to the bank of his woes.
No. He would let the boy be to endure his testing. The brave continued to
suffer his own test. Alone.

The fifth day came. Big Horn went across the river to look for the boy's
return. Father Sun slowly rose in His sky and then fell. The brave grew tired
of glancing towards the plains so he laid on his back to cloud watch. Their
varied shapes came to fill the blue sky, often threatening to block out the
summer sun. It hadn't rained during Willow Bird's departure from camp, he
remarked. A good thing. That kept the naked youth from getting chilled,
especially during the cool nights. No rain though meant that he couldn't gain
an easy drink. Water was difficult to find in the plains; only from an
occasional stream could the boy's thirst be quenched.

That was only one concern of many that Willow Bird faced. How successful
was his hunting, Big Horn wondered. During his own endurance test, he threw
stones at rabbits for a meal. Their raw flesh was chewed on without the
benefit of making a fire - too risky. Spear-bearing scouts knew that naked
boys could be found on the plains at high summer. Did his charge escape their
lusty hands?

A shadow fell over Big Horn's face. He turned to face his intruder with
the thought that enemy warriors had caught him off guard again. A smiling
boy's face greeted his tense stance. It was Willow Bird! The brave jumped to
his feet to meet the youth. Sweaty dust clung to his body. The boy's long hair
was in tangles about his shoulders. There were many scratches to his arms and
chest. He was naked; no animal skins had been fashioned during his outing and
his hands were empty of weapons.

That didn't matter to Big Horn. He was glad to see that Willow Bird had
come back from his testing unharmed. The brave's hands shot to the boy's
shoulders with pride. He found himself being embraced. Fiercely. Breast on
breast, the man relished what the sweet boy offered him. His arms went around
Willow Bird with much happiness and relief that he'd returned to him.

Willow Bird was about to make a boast when he noticed tears in his
monedo's eyes. That struck him dumb. He felt that Big Horn's anguish didn't
match the occasion; his return should be celebrated, not mourned over. Perhaps
something had happened in camp while he was away. Fear clutched the boy's
heart when he thought it could be his mother.

Big Horn closed his eyes against his weak display. He continued to hold
his dear boy close, not ever wanting to let him go again! Willow Bird trembled
within his arms.

"Has anything bad happened, Big Horn?"

The brave heard worry in Willow Bird's voice and that made him realize
how his show of tears had disturbed the boy. "No. Everything is well in camp,"
assured Big Horn. He was about to part from the youth when noticing how his
left hand was clutching the boy's soft butt. There was an obvious bulge coming
from the front of his breechclout that pressed against Willow Bird.

Big Horn became alarmed. He didn't want the boy to learn of what he'd
been hiding deep in his heart. With a pinch to the youth's butt cheek, he
stepped out of their embrace. "I smell the five long days upon you without
bathing!" he scolded lightly. "Get to the river and clean yourself."

Willow Bird giggled. He walked past his monedo and eagerly jumped into
the water. It felt cold and refreshing over his body. Big Horn watched the
boy's bathing with a smile, eyeing every part of him as if for the first time.
The youth had a nice butt on him. Rounded brown cheeks that opened when he
drew up sand to clean himself with. Big Horn felt a lusty throbbing from his
cock when he saw the boy's butt hole, only briefly. Willow Bird submerged
himself to clean his matted hair.

"Come join me!" asked Willow Bird when he resurfaced.

A pang of fear gripped Big Horn. He couldn't remove his breechclout since
that would reveal his hard cock. The boy's pole was limp when he stood in the
river with opening arms to him. An idea came to the brave.

"Enjoy a long bathing, Willow Bird while I return to camp to fetch your
breechclout. It would be better that you returned to camp clothed."

Before the boy could gainsay him, Big Horn jumped into the river. He
quickly strode past the boy. Stopping the youth with the raising of his right
hand when he tried following. "I'll be back soon."

Willow Bird sat back down in the water. He was surprised that his monedo
had kept his two deerskin flaps but was relieved that he wouldn't be returning
to camp naked.

Big Horn strode across to camp and ran to his uncle's tipi. He didn't
stop on the way to tell anyone of Willow Bird's triumphant return. The chief's
wives were startled when he entered their tipi dripping wet. They watched the
brave grasp a sack of animal hide scraps and pull out two cloths. Wordlessly,
he ran back out. Yellow Deerskin turned to the younger woman with a frown.

The brave jumped back into the river. His legs fought against the water's
strong current to reach Willow Bird on the far side. Seeing him, Big Horn felt
a renewed sense of relief that he'd passed his endurance test. He was safely
back home! Yet the battle within him raged anew for the love he had for this
boy. Warm Hands had spoken of it. She had asked Big Horn to protect her son
from the dangers that came from within him.

Willow Bird strode through the water to meet Big Horn. In the man's hands
were two deerskin flaps that he'd worn as a boy. Though his naming ritual
wouldn't be until next summer, he felt it would be wrong to wear his old
breechclout. Passing his endurance test had earned him the right to a man's
lengthy cloth for his growing body.

The two met. Big Horn offered the boy his breechclout flaps in his right
hand with a grin. Yet in Willow Bird's eyes was disappointment. He noticed
that there was no belt thong.

"You've forgotten something," said Willow Bird. "How will those old flaps
keep against my body without a belt thong?" He was hoping that his monedo
would hear the anguish in his voice.

"Ah. I dropped it on the bank," answered Big Horn. He noted the sad tone
in Willow Bird's voice but didn't understand it. They left the river and
started searching the ground. The task proved futile. He couldn't recall where
the thong belt had been dropped from his hand those many days ago.

Willow Bird turned to his monedo. He reached out with longing for what
the man wore to cover his body, fingers pulling on his thong belt. Big Horn
didn't glean the boy's desire for having a lengthy cloth instead of boy flaps.
He offered the youth his thong belt.

"Here. Take mine to wear around your waist," offered Big Horn. He fetched
his thong belt from his body, catching his falling breechclout over his left
arm. Willow Bird stood very close to the man when it was brought around his
waist and tied. The boy marveled at the size of the man's thick cock next to
his boyish pole. He daringly leaned closer to the brave to get their dicks to
touch. Their balls tickled together. A thrilling warmth shot into the boy's
loins from the man's. Willow Bird could feel Big Horn's male power!

"I hope to grow up as strong as you, Big Horn!" Willow Bird eyed the
man's limp dick that held the promise of growing into a mighty buffalo bull's
horn when angered.

Big Horn relished the boy's praise. He didn't realize that it had been
directed at his cock. The brave's hands dropped from Willow Bird's waist after
the thong belt was tied. He noticed that the youth didn't step away from him.
It became an awkward moment with their dicks pressed together and growing.
Lust surged through the man to grab this youth for sex but he remembered the
promise he'd spoken: 'Never to touch a boy again!'

Willow Bird noticed his monedo's uneasiness by what he dared. Yet the man
didn't step away or give him a sharp warning. The boy enjoyed his naked moment
with Big Horn that was sending exciting tingles through his erection.

It was becoming very difficult for Big Horn to contain himself. He stared
down at their hard dicks that were seeking male pleasure and relief. They stood
together along their groin hair. His was a bush compared to Willow Bird's thin
tuft of black hair. The pole was very hard but it was only a boy's size. It
was unmatched to do battle with his mighty horn. The man feared what he would
do to this boy when surrendering to his lust. Love for Willow Bird kept his
darker side held back. 'Give the youth one more summer of growth!' Big Horn
urgently pleaded with himself.

A powerful revelation came over the brave. He faced Willow Bird who
seemed to have grown a few fingers in height. His hair was a bit longer. Their
naked bodies came together in a tender embrace of love. It seemed strange to
the man that his breast pressing onto the boy's nearly matched where his
nipples touched his. It was as if they were nearly the same height.

Their arms went around each other and held tight. Between their hairy
groins, hard cocks pressed together and did battle. Willow Bird moaned with
contentment. The brave guided the pace of their love making with a strong hand
over his butt. At last, Big Horn and his boy would consummate their male bond!

Willow Bird meekly covered his body with the boyish flaps. He wondered
why his monedo stood there with a far-away gaze in his eyes. Oh. Big Horn must
have been disturbed for having his awakened male power stolen by boyish loins.
It had been daring... and wrong. The youth dropped his head in shame.

Big Horn returned to the Now. He noticed that Willow Bird stood shorter
than what he'd just Seen. There was a seeking of forgiveness peering from the
boy's uplifted eyes. The brave smiled. He remembered the breechclout hanging
down from his arm and wrapped its length around his waist, dropping the end
over his erection to cover it from sight.

"I'm ready to return home," whispered Willow Bird. He strode down the
bank and into the river with Big Horn following behind him. It was a long
crossing. The boy told his monedo how he'd fared in the plains on his own; the
long walks at night and sleeping during the days, how he ran down rabbits to
eat and the endless thirst he endured until finding a small stream. The brave
only nodded his head from time to time.

"Two enemy braves found me."

That startled Big Horn from his daze. "What? You were captured by them!"

Willow Bird giggled. "I thought that would make you listen to what I've
been saying! Actually, they found my footsteps and tracked them down to where
I was sleeping in the tall grass. I had awakened when one of their horses
snorted. Fear gripped my heart but I kept still in my hiding place only a
stone's throw away from them. Your lessons were ever in my mind, Big Horn, and
that saved me.

"I peeked out to see two mounted braves of the Spear-bearing People,"
continued Willow Bird. "They seemed eager to catch me but for some reason
turned from searching the tall grass to gallop away into the plains. I waited
until they were gone from sight. Something inside me warned that they would be
back, and in greater numbers. I left my hiding place behind. My escaping
footsteps were carefully erased from the ground."

"I met those two braves," Big Horn admitted. "They had returned from
finding your tracks to report it to Coyote Thief, their war leader who was a
five-feathered warrior!"

Willow Bird's eyes widened. "What? How did you escape them?!"

Big Horn chuckled. "Coyote Thief took a liking to me. We sat and smoked
together, talked about a few things..."

"Why didn't he do battle with you?" gasped Willow Bird.

"That was the strangest part of it all," Big Horn whispered. "He'd
claimed that our meeting was foretold by his shaman long ago. I can't explain
it but I felt our connection..." The brave closed his mouth. He feared that
too much had already been given away to the youth.

When Willow Bird only nodded his head, Big Horn spoke again but with a
turning of the subject. "Two mounted braves advanced onto where we sat. Coyote
Thief raised his hand to them in friendship so I knew that they were of his
People. As much as they wanted kill and scalp me, that old warrior held them
back. They told him about finding your tracks so I offered myself in your
place to do battle. Coyote Thief wouldn't allow it. He mounted his horse and
led his braves away in peace. We have much to thank unto that war leader for
having saved both our lives."

Willow Bird's eyes narrowed from not fully accepting what Big Horn had
told him. Could he be making the story up? Yet the brave didn't burst out with
laughter; his eyes seemed far, far away. Even if the account was true, the boy
felt that his monedo had held something important back in its telling.

The remainder of their river crossing was in silence. Willow Bird was
often glancing at Big Horn to see if he'd tell him anything more. He didn't.
A smile came to the boy's lips when he saw the brave's uncovered butt. He may
wear the lengthy cloth of a man but without a thong belt, its wrapping around
his waist covered his loins but fell short of covering him from behind.

The People of their tribe noticed Willow Bird's approach and came running
with happy shouts. The warriors and braves pounded their chests. Unmarried
girls looked upon the returning boy with hope in their breasts that he'd
choose one of them when named a man next summer. Boys surrounded Willow Bird
with pride showing in their eyes. One youth, however, kept his eyes from
revealing the jealousy that he felt. He saw how Big Horn held his boy's
waist with much love. Crying Loon began to dislike Willow Bird at that moment.

A celebration was given to the returning youth. Within the chief's tipi,
he was even allowed to smoke from a pipe that was passed amongst the warriors.
It was a sweet moment for Willow Bird. He had passed his endurance test. Only
a year remained before he'd receive his brave's name. The boy wanted the
passing of twelve moons to be quick.

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