For The Love of Indian Boys Part VIII

I am awestruck. Coming into our river camp is a boy that I've not seen for several summers. His face is different; more stretched out and older looking. He's taller than me by half a hand and his black hair is longer. But has he changed inside? Does he still feel for me the deep friendship that cries out from my heart? I unglue my eyes from his beautiful form to look at his parents for changes.

Leading the boy's family is He-who-swims-and-fishes, his warrior father. This man displays several feathers of the eagle in his hair which tells of his onorable coups. He was only an unfeathered brave when he had left our tribe two summers ago.

Behind the warrior is his squaw, several horses and a small naked boy who's new to me. Perhaps that is Spotted Tail's brother. He appears to be eight summers ld. I don't remember there being a baby boy in the care of his mother before they had left our tribe. I wonder if this little boy had anything to do with their sudden departure.

My eyes fall to their heavily laden horses. I see folded tipi skins and poles which fills me with hope that they've returned to our camp to stay. I want to have my friend back. I'll have him take me to our secret place along the river. My body has grown much since last we've embraced.

The joyful cries of women from our tribe fills the air. As they rush to greet the family, I slowly approach with my eyes ever upon my lost friend. He hasn't seen me yet. The little boy clutches his brother's leg in fear of the squaws. How I long to be held in my friend's warmth as before!

Spotted Tail enjoyed making love to me. His was a man's aching that I was glad to satisfy. I took his sperm against my hard loins in our embrace or when he stuck into my butt. Those naked acts made us feel good. Our special friendship. He was always telling me how much his long pole pained him for release.

I hear my name called. Spotted Tail runs up to me. His face is all bright and grinning. I remain frozen in place as everything around me seems to be in slow motion. Strong emotions grip my heart. I hope that this boy is seeking to renew our close friendship.

Spotted Tail comes to stand but a short stride from me. From behind, his little brother runs up to peek at me. I don't return the youth's curious glances since my eyes are ever on my friend.

"How have you been, Little Raven?" he hesitantly asks. His eyes search for signs of old friendship.

I step closer to touch him - to see that he has really come back to me. My hands reach out for his shoulders. I feel the warmth of his body. It becomes too much for me. I smile. His face loses its plainness to become an expression that I've often seen when he's held me. His obvious longing fills me with deep feelings in my heart.

Unable to stand apart any longer, we embrace with such fierceness that my breath is forced from my lungs. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters save that of holding my long lost friend!

Our chests press warmly together. I rest my head on his broad shoulder and glance down at his brother. The little boy smiles back. I gasp when feeling Spotted Tail's hand under my rear flap. His fingers pull on my cheeks. I'm sure that he's noticing that I've grown some there. Very bold of him to be taking back what was once his. I reach down for his butt. Soft, yet firm in my hand. The little boy smiles at our naughty handling.

"I see that you've both missed each other," announces the low voice of Spotted Tail's father. (He watches the two boys slowly release from their tight embrace to face him. On their faces is a deep expression that touches him. More than that of friendship, the boys reveal their love.)

I greet my friend's father with respect. He replies strangely by seeming to be unfriendly. I become afraid that we've given our secret away! Never has anyone learned of our naked embraces or the things Spotted Tail has done to my young body. Our greeting has bared our happy spirits before this warrior. He acts like one who has peered deeply and has discovered our deep friendship. Why then is he angry?

"Come my son. You'll have time later to play once our tipi has risen," speaks the warrior. "Your mother is tired and will gladly accept your help to the task of it. I must go visit with the tribal chief." (The man watches the three boys run to help his wife unload the horses. He wonders about his son and that younger boy. Their embrace revealed the male bonding that two adult braves sometimes have for each other.)

Later that afternoon, Spotted Tail and I finish helping his mother to raise the tipi. Though many smaller tasks could be done, she sees our restlessness and allows us to go play. His little brother follows along.

I race Spotted Tail to our hiding place by the river. My friend understands my intent and plays along. The little boy can't keep up. We pass the tall marsh weeds and come upon two tall grey rocks resting against a huge one. Spotted Tail reaches them before me. He has some trouble squeezing past the tall rock brothers before dropping into the cavity between them. I quickly join him in our secret hiding place.

Our breechclouts drop to the ground and naked, we embrace like those many times two years before. I notice the growth of his body. His butt is fuller in my hands. Against me, I feel his coarse groin hairs. Erections quickly form between our sweaty bodies. I'm sure that he notices my development. No longer that little boy of ten, I have hair on my groin and bear a longer, thicker dick.

Spotted Tail looks into my eyes for that special friendship we once had. My fingers fondly pinch his butt in reply. He begins a ritual we had performed many times before. I was too young to fully share in it but now I'm older.

"You've grown some!" exclaims Spotted Tail. "Can seed flow from your loins?"

I nod my head and smile sheepishly. My friend laughs. Both of his hands drop to my butt and he begins a familiar motion around it. I grip his to join in our loving. Between us, I feel his dick rubbing against mine. It's a very pleasant feeling that will grow stronger. It thrills me to be in the arms of my special friend once more.

Spotted Tail is smiling. I show him my great happiness from seeing him again. My arms hold him more tightly to me. Our poles get crushed between us. My friend slaps my butt for having interrupted our fleshy loving. Yet I'm wanting to take our time with it. He was a long time away from me. I want to know if anything inside him has changed.

My friend reveals his deep longing for me. It almost seems like a pain that he's feeling. His face comes to my face. Before I know it, the boy's lips press onto mine for a kiss! I turn my head away.

"What's wrong?" asks Spotted Tail.

I quickly shake my head. My eyes fall downwards in shame. I feel Spotted Tail's hand bring my face up to his. His dark eyes peer deeply into mine. I swallow nervously in my throat to delay answering him. I don't know what to say.

My friend is strange to me. I bury my face in his neck to hide. My eyes fill with tears. What is this scary thing that I'm feeling? His hands resume to pull on my butt. My hands clutch his body for support.

Spotted Tail urgently rubs his swollen pole against mine. I take in its sweet sensations. Thrills fill my dick. My stomach tightens from the power of our sex. My mouth opens to take in breaths. I detect the lime smell of his sweaty body. It's a sexy smell. My hands grip the boy's butt to help him bring us to it. I've become very excited and need to release.

Our boyish mating becomes familiar. Spotted Tail directs the pace of it with his hands over my butt and by his quick stabs against my dick. I gladly follow along. Our high pitched moans fill our secret place whenever we release our held breaths over each other. My attention is forced downwards at our rubbing poles, long with excitement and filling with sharp thrills. I hold a big breath.

My loins tingle wonderfully and release strongly. I thrust against Spotted Tail's body to wet on him again and again! My cries touch the rocks. They smile back at my accomplishment.

The older boy rushes his climax. As in our previous embraces, he pulls on my butt hard and grunts when his loins flow. I look down to see a strong spurt of his sperm hit my belly. He thrusts again to squirt out more. His releases are thick and white like a man's. I notice a pool of my clear wetting on his belly.

I'm startled by giggling. I push hard on Spotted Tail to separate our revealing embrace. He falls to the ground. I sit down at his feet. A small boy drops into the stone cavity with us. Relief fills me. It's only Lost Cub, my friend's little brother. The boy walks towards us with shining eyes. His sly grin proves that he's seen much.

"You tried to run away from me!" shouts Lost Cub. "But I can track. My brother has told me of your secret place between the rocks. And what you do there. I want to play too!"

The small boy squats over our discarded flaps. He has a sly grin when pointing to our revealing nakedness. I look over his nudity. Pushed out from the youth's groin is an erection. A mere finger length that reminds me of my dick when I was his age.

The youth begins pulling over it. Spotted Tail laughs. Memories of two years ago fill my head from what I'm seeing. I was nearly as small as this boy. Spotted Tail was a few summers older. He took my nakedness with different love acts. Our hard poles were rubbed together in an embrace, my length sucked on in his mouth or made to feel intense in his hand. I couldn't get my erection to shoot though. For his pleasure, he often stuck into my butt. I felt a deep sense of pride for
getting my friend to release as a man in me.

I sigh from those fond memories. It was only two years ago that I was this young boy. A sexual being, yet immature to fully share in
Spotted Tail's mating. I smile at Lost Cub's lusty efforts.

I begin to pull over my forming erection. It quickly springs up against my belly. The young boy grins. Spotted Tail also masturbates with us. The small cave fills with our squishy, skin-rubbing sounds.

Lost Cub steps up to his brother. Some secret understanding passes between them. I watch the small boy leap into Spotted Tail's arms with his legs wrapping around the boy's waist. Spotted Tail supports the youth with hands under his small butt. I watch their bodies rub. Lost Cub's butt flexes in and out with a revealing motion of sex. I turn to my friend in dismay. He avoids my eyes.

My heart feels pain. Yet I control it. I'm not going to shame myself by shouting or running away. I suspect that much has happened between these two boys. Spotted Tail has a man's need. I wasn't there for him these passing two summers. He must have embraced his little brother to satisfy his aching loins.

I watch Lost Cub pleasure himself in his brother's arms. His butt humps in and out as I imagine his little erection stabbing against Spotted Tail's belly. I realize with a smile that the boy is rubbing over my clear sperm. Its slipperiness aids his quick thrusts. I wonder if his little pole will squirt?

My head fills with questions. I couldn't ask them earlier since Spotted Tail's mother had us working hard on her tipi. Now is the time. With my hand on my friend's shoulder, I gain his attention and ask, "is Lost Cub truly your brother?"
"He is my father's son," Spotted Tail replies.

I accept my friend's answer. The meaning of it begs another question. "Where is your father's other wife?"

"She is long dead," Spotted Tail whispers. "That girl wasn't taken by my father as his squaw. He only spermed her as expected of him during the Mid-Summer's Full Moon Rite."

"I don't know of that ritual."

"It's practiced by the tribe of his fathers," Spotted Tail explains. "He visited his birthplace nine summers ago to partake of their sacred rite. It resulted in gaining him a son. The girl died shortly after giving birth. My father thought that the boy had died with her."

I watch Lost Cub's body slow around my friend. He turns to me with a grin. So this is Spotted Tail's little brother though birthed by a different mother. Their blood is the same only through their father.

My most anxious question comes to mind. I ask it. "Why did you leave me two summers ago!"

Spotted Tail glares at me. An uneasy silence fills our hiding place. After a few breaths, my friend speaks.

"A warrior from my father's tribe came to us. He told my father that his little son lived and that he would lead us back to his camp."

"Why didn't you even say goodbye?"

"I couldn't," answers Spotted Tail. "My father intended to steal his son back from the dead girl's parents. He didn't want anyone to learn of his plan. We dropped our tipi in the night to avoid any eyes on our retreat. The warrior who was blood-bonded to my father aided us."

I nod my head in acceptance to my friend's words. Yet I'm puzzled by another thing. "Why were you gone so long from me?"
"It's a place far away from here," explains Spotted Tail. "My father stayed with his tribe for two years and became a warrior! He prospered. His lost son was returned to him." My friend's story explains many things. Another question comes to mind so I ask it. "Why have you come back here?"

"I missed you."

Our laughs fill the small cave. I'm sure that's not the only reason his father decided to return! Lost Cub becomes restless. Instead of dropping him to the ground, my friend brings him into my arms. The boy's legs wrap around my waist while his hands grip my shoulders. His
small weight is easy to carry on me.

"Like me?" asks the small boy.

I nod my head in reply. My hands reach around for the youth's wiggly rump. So soft in my hands. Spotted Tail gives me a sly grin. I gasp when feeling the boy's stabs against my belly. His erection easily slides over the sperm that his brother has given me from our loving. I feel a warmth against my back.

Spotted Tail embraces me from behind. His hands reach around and lay over my hands holding the little boy. The youth flexes from his sexy motion against me. My erection forms. To share in the small boy's thrusts, I pull him down my body until our poles rub. His dark eyes peer intently into my own. Two pairs of hands over the boy's butt direct our loving. I'm enjoying the warmth of his body. My friend's warmth covers my back. Caught between the two boys, I'm being loved
from both sides of my body. It's a wonderful feeling.

My body fills with deepening thrills. My pole will soon become intense. I'll be glad to show the young boy that I can release against him. My back feels chilled.

Spotted Tail squats behind me. I'm startled by his kisses over my sweaty butt. His hands pull my cheeks apart. A wetness pushes inside me there. The boy hungrily mouths between my cheeks and bites its soft skin. The sensation is thrilling. His tongue sticks deeply through my butt. I
gasp when it wiggles up my hole. He is tasting my innermost ass!

Before I can really enjoy Spotted Tail's strange act in my butt, he stands up to embrace me from behind. I feel his hard dick sticking through my slippery cheeks. My eyes widen in surprise. Spotted Tail lusts for my butthole! I'm a little afraid to be taken there since I've not been mounted for a long time. Yet I yield to my friend's need and spread my legs. I offer my butt to him like those two years before.

Spotted Tail slowly sticks inside of me. I'm hurt by the length and thickness of his erection. His dick wasn't so big that last time he had pushed into my butt! My hole may not be able to take it all in. I keep my pained breaths hidden from him.

"Is my brother inside you?" asks Lost Cub.

I'm startled by the youth's question yet nod my head in reply. I realize that I've stopped my thrusts. The little boy continues to rub over the front of me. Deep stabs go into my backside. I try taking my mind off that pain by asking the youth a question.

"Has your brother ever stuck into your butt?" I ask. The young boy
giggles in reply.

"No. He sticks into a willing young man who wears a squaw's dress. I've witnessed their butt-mounting and have taken my turn at putting my dick in."

I shake my head in amazement. A boy is free to experience things without shame but for a man to allow his butt to be taken as if he were a squaw... That's a very unusual thing. There seems to be many strange customs practiced by that far away tribe of Spotted Tail's father.

Heated breaths blow down my neck. Spotted Tail's hands on my butt pull me to him with each deep thrust. His balls slap against my sweaty cheeks. My hole was hurting before but now I'm use to his size. His moans over my shoulder makes me giggle. My butthole must feel real good to his hard dick!

I'm amazed by our sharing of sex. My body has never been touched by two naked boys before. The sensation is very thrilling. I would be embarrassed if the young boy were to see my butt being taken. That man in squaw's clothing must have no pride. He allowed both of these boys to mount him.

Lost Cub cries out in his high-pitched voice. I feel his quick stabs over my erection. No squirts to my belly though. My arms keep his frenzied body onto mine so that he won't fall to the ground. He cries out again. The dry release of a young boy. His body becomes limp in my arms.

I feel wet lips over my neck. It's Spotted Tail who kisses me. He sucks on my soft skin and moans. His stabs are quick through my butt. The squishy sound from being taken fills the cave. Lost Cub giggles knowingly. When I glare down at him, the youth startles me with a kiss!
I reluctantly accept the little boy's affection.

Spotted Tail grunts lustfully. His thrusts remain deep and slow in me. I feel a throbbing from the swollen tip of his hard dick. The boy is filling my butthole with his thick seed. I'm thrilled to be taking it from him.

My hands tire. I lower Lost Cub to the ground while pulling my butt off Spotted Tail's dick. I stand sideways to the two boys and become bold. My hand slaps my sweaty cheeks in a boast for having taken the boy's sperm into me. The youth giggles in reply. My friend only grins. I glance down at my erection and remember my own need.

"Lay down, Spotted Tail!" I shout. "I'm needing to get my dick released." My friend kneels down to the stone floor and gets onto his back. I quickly lay over his warmth. With our bodies pressing together, I begin my urgent thrusts. My hard pole rubs over his slippery pole. I gaze into his face with my need for love.

A tickly sensation in my butt keeps me from concentrating. I feel Lost Cub's mouth over my cheeks. He kisses the sweaty skin and gives my butt small bites. I gasp when his hands pull my butt apart. My hole opens. It leaks the boy's release from it. The youth's mouth eagerly
sucks it in.

"Is my brother on top of you?" asks Spotted Tail. "The boy is licking inside my butt!" I answer him.

Spotted Tail laughs. "After I mounted the squawman, my brother would suck on his hole for what I squirted there. We were told that it would help with the boy's maturity to swallow sperm. The squawman's butthole was filled with the seed of other men who had fucked him. Lost Cub was always eager to drink it all in."

I feel a weight over my back. The little boy pushes his erection between my cheeks. It doesn't reach far enough to penetrate my hole though. I arch my back. My butt opens wider to get the youth inside me. His stabs begin. A quick in and out rubbing motion with his little dick between my cheeks. It's a tickly sensation.

I'm caught between the two boys again. Their nakedness against me is both thrilling and strange. I continue my thrusts over my friend's pole. The youth's body above me isn't heavy. I can manage to finish loving my friend while the little boy stabs through my butt.

"Is my brother's dick inside your hole?"

"Not too deep," I answer Spotted Tail. "He claims to have stuck into the squawman after you finished mounting his butt."

"That's true. I've spermed that man's asshole in several different mounting positions," explains Spotted Tail. "Mostly, I enjoy stabbing into his butt when he's laying on his belly - me on top! The man has to lay on his back with his legs spread wide to get my little brother to penetrate his butthole. Lost Cub has a short erection."

I nod my head in agreement. As deeply as the little boy tries to stab, his erection can't reach far into my butt. He must achieve his intense thrill by dicking within my hole. I press my legs together.The boy stabs through my tightening butt. I know that his pleasure is increased by my efforts.

I concentrate on making love to the boy beneath me. He's my lost friend who has returned to me. I need to show Spotted Tail how much that I've missed him! The warmth of his body feels good. I rub over his dick with my tingling length. I've come to the thrilling, quickening part!

A tightness comes to my stomach. My lungs are nearly bursting for breath. I become very tense. Squirts flood against my friend's heated body when I release my love to him. He squeezes my butt for my accomplishment. It has me groaning in ecstasy. I'm joined by the little boy's high-pitched cries. His stabs end in my butt.

The three of us rest in a pile of sweaty flesh, arms around each other and mouths open to take in breath. I smell our spilt seed. The sex from our bodies has been drained.

I look into Spotted Tail's face. He grins. I remember what his little brother had given me in our embrace so I try it with him. My friend accepts my lips on his. I feel such a happiness from it. Gone is its strangeness. We have made love like that long ago summer as little boys.

"I have missed you," I whisper to my long lost friend. "Will you be remaining in camp?"

Spotted Tail nods his head. "It is my father's intention that we stay... and mine! I've missed you, Little Raven."

A great happiness surges in my heart. In the two years that have passed we've nearly grown into men while a young boy, Lost Cub, joins us in our secret hiding place. My heart is big enough to embrace love for him as well.

For The Love of Indian Boys Part 1

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" Quick Legs asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Remember to come here tomorrow morning..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They did it!" shouts the young boy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Does it hurt?" Quick Legs asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I did it!" shouts Quick Legs.

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

"Did you squirt in me?" I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you shoot inside me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you!"

Squad Boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you?" Jimmy gasped.

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

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

"What is your name?" asked Mister Burrows.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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