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Author's Plea: Is anyone out there reading (and enjoying) this new series?!
I'm not seeking self-gratification from anyone but want to know if my efforts
at writing of late has been well-received. I write mainly for myself: a self-
created world of gay Indians that could have been. No one has complained that
I've not begun the 'Shaman Willow Bird' series after writing that introduction
story: "Willow Bird's Returning Spirit". I plan to soon... Am getting caught
up with Big Horn's story very much but I can write both series at the same
time. Please let me know what you think. Okay? Vince_Water@Hotmail.Com
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BIGHORN3.TXT "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na"
A pre-Willow Bird story! (part 3) Copyright 2000 by Vince Water
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* "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" *
- part 3 -
The icy chill to Big Horn's legs came as an expected shock when entering
the river. He welcomed its distraction from the pain coming from his butt.
His heart ached him too. A mere boy had conquered him. The brave felt less of
a man because of it though he had performed as one in Crying Loon's butt. Many
conflicting emotions tugged at his heart: pride from fucking, anguish that it
had been with a youth he didn't really love and the shame of having been
mounted like a squaw in return. It'd been a bad trade, Big Horn decided. He
violently shook his head to try casting away these troubling thoughts.
The safety of the brave's tribe was left behind when he fought against
the river's current in his stride towards a lone tipi standing on the far
bank. He needed to be with Coyote Thief, to embrace that man's understanding
and wisdom. The anger he'd felt earlier towards that Spear-bearing warrior had
been cast away when speaking with his uncle about him. Coyote Thief had taught
him much. Big Horn realized the love in those teachings so he sought out his
mentor to help soothe the pain he'd just suffered at the hands of a boy.
Big Horn's water-soaked breechclout tugged at its thong belt. He paused
over a sand bar to bare himself, clutching the long cloth in his right hand.
He squatted in the river. Pushed out what his butt held. When he stood up, the
brave felt a sense of relief that came more from having emptied his bowels. He
stared at the muddy flow passing his body, mesmerized by it likened to the
healing dance of fire flames. The man felt purified. He continued towards the
bank that would bring him back home.
Their home? Unexpected tears came to Big Horn's eyes. He felt a strong
feeling in his heart for the man he shared the tipi with - he needed to find
Coyote Thief and embrace him. The brave knew there was love in his heart for
that enemy warrior. It was time to discover if there was love in Coyote Thief's
heart for him.
Disappointment came to Big Horn when he saw that Pai-alucia was gone. He
slipped into the empty tipi and became alarmed to see that the warrior's
traveling pouches, shield and his hunting spears were gone. Had Coyote Thief
left him for good, the brave feared? He ran back outside to study the ground.
Fresh horse tracks led away to the south, in the direction of the Spear-bearing
Tribe. The mocassined imprints left in the dirt came from two persons. Big Horn
recognized the warrior's ragged steps. They were joined by a smaller pair of
prints that could have been a boy's... The brave recalled what he'd seen that
morning in the sacred clearing of their dead.
Jealousy crept into Big Horn's heart. He felt that Coyote Thief had
secretly been with a boy while he'd embraced Crying Loon with his manly needs.
His hands tightened with anger. That was an unreasonable assumption, he
realized coming from his own guilt. There had to be another explanation. The
brave turned back for the tipi's covered door and entered. He felt very alone.
More troubling thoughts dropped into Big Horn's head. He wondered if
Coyote Thief had been summoned back to his tribe to report what he'd learned
about the Kalinlepi: their strengths and weaknesses. The warrior could have
been acting as a spy! But no... The brave had witnessed Coyote Thief's oath
unto his chief. It would deny his spirit's journey into the Above if he were
to break it. The man had also taught him warrior skills that strengthened his
weapon's hand and secrets had been revealed that filled his head with wise
things. An enemy scout wouldn't have done that.
Big Horn's eyes wandered around the empty walls of their tipi. He tried
not thinking about bad things but some crept back into his head. He was too
tense for sleep. He didn't feel hungry. His noticed the soggy breechclout
being clutched in his hand so he lifted it over one of the supporting branches
to dry. He continued to stalk around the tipi naked.
A fire was started. Big Horn wasn't really cold but the activity kept
his hands busy and that helped clear his head of troubling thoughts. A pot of
deer meat soup was found beside the fire pit. There was one portion remaining
so the brave set it over the fire to warm. He wondered if this had been made
for that boy visiting with Coyote Thief. Did he come from the Spear-bearing
Tribe? Had the warrior gone back with him to their People?
Big Horn angrily reached out to the dancing flames with his hand and was
burned. He welcomed the pain that drove away his dark thoughts when a sunbeam
pierced his inner storm with a vision: Coyote Thief happily embracing his son/
the boy smiling back/ sadness when they departed in the plains and Pai-alucia
racing him towards the muddy river.
The pot bubbled and hissed over the fire. Big Horn was stunned from what
he'd just Seen. He noticed the steaming soup but felt reluctant to chance the
flames again. His left hand took careful hold of the clay handle and he
snatched the pot out. He smelled the deer meat soup and became hungry.
After eating, Big Horn laid over his ground mat to rest. His feet were
warmed by the fire and that made him sleepy. He enjoyed being naked. When in
his uncle's tipi, he couldn't go about uncovered with two women, a boy and
the old man around. The brave smiled. He had a tipi of his own now. Would it
become a home where he could share the love of another man?
Exciting thoughts filled Big Horn's head. He imagined the varied sex acts
that two men could embrace in their tipi: handling each other's cocks, belly
rubbing, sucking sperm from each other to drink and the brutal act of raping
each other's butt. Those acts would pleasure their male bodies while their
hearts filled more strongly with the love of companionship.
Big Horn felt his cock stiffening along his belly. He took hold of it and
made slow pleasurable pulls over its thick skin. His rosy knob popped in and
out. He closed his eyes and thought about Coyote Thief, pretending that the
warrior was laying beside him and watching him beat off...
The brave became very thrilled. He hoped that Coyote Thief would return
and catch him in the act, drawing that man onto him for a naked embracing of
their needs: cock on cock, their faces pressed together to share one lusty
breath while their arms slipped around each other's tense body for love
making. A first mating between them.
It was a happy day dream. Big Horn needed that warrior's love, more than
a body's pleasuring and release but also for his aching heart. He felt how
right their embrace would be even though they were both men. The tipi would
truly become their home.
When Big Horn felt his cock stiffening from intense thrills, he opened
his eyes to watch it. Strong squirts flew to his belly. Pleasure exploded in
his head. The brave felt a sense of relief from his necessary act but pain
came to his heart for having done it alone. Coyote Thief wasn't with him.
Sadness replaced Big Horn's brief sexual joy. He closed his eyes again
and surrendered to the weariness overcoming him. He slept.
Willow Bird ventured to the other side of the river with the news. Yellow
Deerskin had finished smoking the meat from a deer buck the men had taken in
the forest a few days ago. It wasn't much of an excuse to be visiting the lone
tipi but the boy wanted to see Big Horn. He noticed that Pai-alucia was gone.
Smoke came from the tipi's smoke hole so that meant someone was home, most
likely Big Horn whom he came to visit. That enemy warrior was obviously away
riding his horse. That pleased the youth. He stood before the covered door and
shouted out his name. Yet no one answered him.
That concerned Willow Bird. Everyone knew that you don't leave a fire
burning unattended in a tipi! The boy slipped inside. He was relieved to find
that only glowing embers filled the central pit; no chance that it could burn
down the tipi. When the boy's eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw a man's
sleeping form. Fear gripped his heart. He knew it was wrong to enter a tipi
unwelcomed so he prepared to slip back out. That's when the boy saw that it
was Big Horn. He was naked!
Willow Bird's feet were glued to the ground. He noticed the brave's wet
breechclout hanging over a branch. That explained why the man went naked but
why didn't he respond to his calls at the door? That concerned the youth. He
feared that something could be wrong with his monedo so the boy knelt down at
the man's side, wide eyes seeking.
Big Horn was deep asleep. His chest filled with easy breaths and snoring
came from his nose. Long black hair was spilled over the dirt. The boy drank
in the brave's uncovered body: hard muscled arms, attractive brown nipples
from a man's flat breast (unlike a woman's swollen pair - ugh!) and darkly
tanned skin. He was lighter around the waist from wearing a breechclout. That
part of the man drew Willow Bird's eyes. He smiled at seeing the man's hairy
groin where his left hand rested over it. Within reach was the brave's cock.
It wasn't limp; yet not fully erect since its knob could be seen bulging
within the tip of the man's thick foreskin. Willow Bird was in awe of it.
A sharp odor filled the boy's nose. His eyes widened with surprise when
he noticed a revealing pool covering the brave's belly. He had spermed! That
made Willow Bird very excited. His dick stiffened within his breechclout and
he was tempted to remove it, lay over his mentor to achieve his own male
release with a belly rub. Ah... but no. The youth feared Big Horn's wrath if
he tried that. He knew that the man would be shamed for getting caught having
performed an act that one did privately.
Willow Bird's breaths trembled. He felt tremendous lust that kept him at
Big Horn's side while he considered what to do. His love for this man burst
inside his heart but did that permit him to embrace it? Song Bird came to
mind. He had taken that little boy's nakedness into his arms when they had
stood in the river, their erections pressing together and feeling really good.
The girl's laughter had scared his friend away... If he were to try embracing
Big Horn, the brave would awaken and get mad at him for his daring.
With much reluctance, Willow Bird rose from Big Horn's side. He glanced
down at the brave's wet body one last time before slipping out of the tipi.
Father Sun was falling in His sky when Big Horn awakened with a start.
He was surprised that he'd slept for so long. A quick look around the tipi...
Coyote Thief wasn't anywhere to be seen. The brave wondered who that boy was
that had gone away with him. Would his warrior ever return?
The brave remembered his own problems concerning a boy. There seemed to
be no escaping what he risked by being with Crying Loon. That youth had power
over him that would be difficult to break free from. So long as his loins
pained him for relief, he'd be tempted to seek out that boy for sex. It was
wrong... Without love, their brief acts of pleasure left him feeling empty;
used. It kept him from being an honorable man and worse, could get him
banished from his tribe if anyone learned of what he'd been doing with the
young boy.
Big Horn slowly rose from his ground mat. He was surprised that his body
felt so weak. When he stood up, his legs trembled as if they'd been in a long
run. He grabbed his breechclout hanging from the branch and put it on. That's
when he discovered the pool of dried cum over his belly. He rubbed it away.
His burnt right hand ached him. Big Horn glanced at the dead embers with
a sense of foreboding. Where was Coyote Thief?! That's when he recalled his
vision about him: the embrace with his son and the warrior's dash back to the
muddy river. The brave knew that his warrior would be returning to him. It was
a comforting thought. He laid down over his ground mat and went back to sleep.
The next morning, Big Horn was awakened by a horse's whinnying. He rose
from his ground mat to discover Coyote Thief at his side, fast asleep. A sense
of relief filled the brave. He looked the man over for signs of where he'd
been. Horse hair covered both of his leggings. His body was dusty and sweated
from riding through the plains. His eyes were closed in deep sleep.
Big Horn watched the man's chest rise and fall with his breaths. His eyes
roamed down to the warrior's covered manhood. He saw it bulging within the
folded flaps of deerskin. A familiar tightening was felt in Big Horn's loins.
How he lusted for this enemy warrior! Love too was in his heart to embrace
Coyote Thief, to hold him as his chosen companion. The brave was tempted to
rouse the warrior so that he could reveal what was in his heart.
Coyote Thief began to snore. Loudly. Big Horn realized that he must have
just come back from his journey and needed sleep. The brave sighed with
disappointment. He'd have to wait before daring to open his heart to this
warrior.
The brave quietly left the tipi to attend to Pai-alucia. He found the
stallion tied to his post, straining to nibble at some grass. His shaggy body
felt heated in the brave's hands.
There was no sign that Coyote Thief had been hunting. Big Horn thought
the warrior could have been out on the plains in the pursuit of buffalo as was
his People's custom. Unattended, the enemy warrior would have been unable to
enter the forests of his People to hunt deer or the elk. No. Coyote Thief had
just come back alone from a day's journey somewhere. That mysterious boy had
been with him.
Big Horn fetched water for the stallion. He moved the horse's post to
where he could reach grass to eat. Pai-alucia nickered with contentment. The
brave wished that he could ask the horse where they'd been. Instead, he'd have
to wait until Coyote Thief awakened to learn that.
The brave busied himself with his morning chores. After seeing to the
horse's needs, he checked on their tipi. Its lengths of sewn hides were
retightened over the tripod of sticks. Big Horn went inside to complete the
task. He made adjustments to any loose sections of wall, pulling on thongs and
tying them around the anchored branches. That was woman's work. The brave
performed it since there was no squaw being kept in their tipi. For that, he
was glad.
Coyote Thief continued to sleep throughout the morning. Big Horn remained
quiet while completing his morning chores. He noticed that their store of meat
was running low. They had taken down a deer buck three days ago so Yellow
Deerskin should have its hide tanned and flesh smoked by now. The brave walked
towards the river. He noticed how cloudy the sky was. Father Sun's Face
wouldn't likely be seen during any part of the day and the air felt very cool.
Big Horn kept the ends to his breechclout lifted when crossing over the
river. The current was swift because of a recent rain storm and that had
reshaped the sandbars he'd usually walk upon. His legs felt cold. In the
deeper parts, he endured the chill to his butt and loins. The tipis of his
tribe soon came into sight. He was greeted by his People along the bank: an
old woman named Hands Weaving carrying a filled water bladder, two giggling
girls who averted their eyes at the man's approach and warrior Iron Bow who
seemed curt to the brave's morning greeting.
Big Horn made his way to the chief's tipi. He found his two wives outside
in their labor of beating dust out of several ground mats. The younger woman
gave him a startled glance. She quickly looked around for Coyote Thief and was
calmed when Big Horn gestured that he'd come alone. Everyone in the tribe knew
that she had been stolen from the Spear-bearing People and given in trade to
Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others by the friendly Moss-bowl Tribe. She
wasn't permitted to be named. No one feared that she'd try running away after
all these years because of her love for the Kalinlepi Chief but that the
enemy tribe might learn of her whereabouts and try to steal her back.
"Ah... Big Horn," rasped Yellow Deerskin. "Good to see you this morning.
Come for your deer meat?" The first wife stiffly handed over her mat for the
younger woman to beat dust from.
Big Horn nodded. He noticed the woman's pain that came from old age. Yet
her cracked face blossomed into a grin for him. That made him glad to see it.
Their strained relationship from the past had eased after moving out of her
husband's tipi two moons ago. And she benefited from stripping their kill.
Yellow Deerskin slipped into her tipi and returned with a heavy pouch
along with a rolled deerskin. Big Horn gladly accepted these things from her
hands.
"I thank you for working our deer," he announced as was expected of him.
He knew that a portion of the smoked meat had been kept by the old woman in
trade for her labor.
The unnamed younger woman kept her eyes averted from Big Horn. She longed
to hear news from Coyote Thief but feared for that warrior to see her. He might
recognize who she was and give both tribes yet another reason to go to war.
Big Horn turned away from the two women. He didn't feel up to speaking
with his uncle but sought out someone else. A boy. The brave hurried towards
the river and walked along its bank. He made for the stand of green grass
that Willow Bird was known to fetch each morning for the tribe's horses.
He soon found the boy. Big Horn stood at a distance behind his young
charge to study him for a moment. Willow Bird was a handsome youth. His body
was slim, not yet developed into the hard shape of a man. The length of his
black hair spilling down from his shoulders indicated his age: fourteen. His
back was much darkened by the summer sun. Yellow flaps of deerskin hung down
from his waist, hiding from the brave's eyes what he longed to see of the boy.
He caught brief flashes of the youth's butt when Willow Bird bent over to
grasp the stalks in his slim hands. His arm muscles strained until they were
pulled from the ground with a tearing sound. The youth wearily dropped the
long grass in a pile. He paused a moment to rest before taking hold of
another clump of grass. Song Bird wasn't with him, the brave noticed.
That pleased Big Horn. He wanted a moment alone to speak with his charge
and he knew that the boy would have many questions to ask of him. Willow Bird
was often like a kettle of boiling water demanding attention. Guilt tugged at
the brave's heart when he realized that he hadn't met with the youth for a
handful of days.
Willow Bird was tying up a bundle of grass when Big Horn was spotted. A
smile came to the youth's lips at his approach that unexpectedly turned to
shyness. The brave raised his right hand in greeting.
"Good to see you, Big Horn." The boy dropped his eyes with embarrassment.
Big Horn noticed. "Where is Song Bird?" he asked. The brave regretted
those words out of his mouth and saw the boy flinch. He didn't want his charge
to suspect that he'd spied on their naked river embrace.
"Oh. He's busy somewhere..." Willow Bird was flustered by the man's
question, wondering how he knew that the two of them have begun performing
chores together.
"I'm glad that you've found a friend to be with."
Willow Bird lifted his eyes to the brave's and spoke. "You are never
around anymore." The boy was surprised by the anger filling him. Those
unbidden words coming from his mouth had explained his hurt feelings.
Big Horn felt stung. He dropped his pouch of smoked meat and the deerskin
to the ground. He helped Willow Bird with his task in silence. The boy pulled
on the long grass while the brave held them in his arms until they were tied.
Little eye contact was made between them. Soon, they had enough to carry back
to the corral.
The tribe's horses greeted the two with hungry snorting. Willow Bird
pulled out the long branches that formed the gate while Big Horn prevented any
from escaping. They both entered with their arms filled with bundles. The long
grass was untied and spread over the ground of the corral. Happy munching
followed.
"We'll need to fetch them water," asked Willow Bird.
Big Horn nodded. After securing the gate, they went to the river with
several large bladders. They filled them with water from the bank. Star Light
and Leaping Rabbit were washing clothes nearby. The girls whispered to each
other and often giggled in their direction.
Willow Bird didn't try to hide his dismay. Big Horn understood the boy's
anger but he couldn't speak about it without revealing what he knew. The brave
turned to the youth with whispered advice: "A man doesn't trouble himself with
gossiping girls. Even when he knows they are talking ill of him, he keeps his
face plain and may even offer them a grin."
"I don't like them!"
"Even if that is so, don't let them see it." Big Horn noted the high-
pitched sharpness in Willow Bird's voice. He was still considered a boy until
his body grew harder and his voice dropped. Probably by next summer.
Willow Bird nodded with understanding. His monedo was always giving him
good advice that sometimes went against what he thought should be done. They
left the river with their hands burdened with the heavy bladders. At the
corral, they emptied out the water into a wooden trough. Silence came between
them again.
Big Horn was troubled by the change in Willow Bird. The youth was usually
happy to see him, not solemn and quiet as he was now. He glared at the boy to
capture his attention.
"You've come from Yellow Deerskin with that smoked meat?" Willow Bird
asked. He felt nervous and had asked that silly question for not having
anything better to say.
Big Horn only nodded. He continued to stare at his young charge to glean
why he was acting strangely. The boy dropped his eyes as if embarrassed.
"Tell me what is bothering you," whispered the brave. He reached out to the
youth's right shoulder and clasped it.
Willow Bird lifted his eyes, soothed by the man's warm touch. His mouth
opened but nothing came out for him to say.
"Hmm. When a man doesn't have anything proper to utter, keeping his mouth
shut is best." Big Horn's advice made the boy smile.
Willow Bird didn't keep his grin. He soon returned to the gloomy mood
that had caught this morning. Big Horn looked away. His eyes went to a horse
in the corral that had grabbed his attention. The boy turned around to see
which one. A red gelding named Running Fire was standing along the wooden
fence, rubbing his big rump against it to satisfy an itch. That's when the
youth noticed something else. Running Fire was excited; his long brown dong
thrust against the post as if he were fucking a mare.
Big Horn had a sly grin on his face. He gave Willow Bird the 'hard male'
sign with his middle finger sticking out from his fist.
"He's often doing that," explained Willow Bird with a giggle. "I can't
figure out why since his balls were cut out a few summers ago."
"The act must still pleasure him," answered Big Horn. "A young boy likes
handling his still pole for thrills even if he can't sperm yet. I'm sure that
your loins are often aching you to be released in hand."
Willow Bird wouldn't admit that he did. He became daring when he cleverly
countered by saying: "And a brave who doesn't have a squaw in his tipi..."
Big Horn turned sharply to his charge and answered. "Yes. Even a man will
handle himself when he suffers from loneliness."
The boy's eyes shined. He remembered sneaking into this brave's tipi and
finding him laying naked, a pool of sperm drying over his belly while he
slept. Willow Bird didn't want to shame his monedo by telling him what he'd
spied on.
"Where is Song Bird?" the brave asked again to change the subject. "Why
isn't he helping you gather grass for the horses today?" Big Horn felt that
the boy's absence was the cause of Willow Bird's gloomy mood.
Willow Bird dropped his eyes in shame. He found the brave's question
difficult because he didn't want to explain that his friend had been avoiding
him after they were caught being naked together in the river by those laughing
girls. He also didn't want to lie to his monedo. Something had to be said.
"I think Song Bird is angry with me."
"That explains your sadness," said Big Horn. "I'm sure that your friend
will return to your side in a few days."
Anger filled Willow Bird for some reason. He blurted out: "You haven't
come to see me either! I need you sometimes, Big Horn. There are questions
filling my head that only my monedo can answer."
"Like what? I'm here now... Ask away!" Big Horn tried countering the
boy's anger with a show of amusement.
Willow Bird became shy. He didn't have anything to ask at the moment.
That only made him more angry so he answered, "I can't remember any! Questions
come to me when I'm laying down to sleep in my mother's tipi or when I've seen
something strange happening in camp and at lots of other times but you're
never around anymore to help me understand them..."
Big Horn frowned. He peered into the boy's burning eyes for a moment
before speaking. "I have questions of my own that need answering," the brave
explained. "Coyote Thief is a five-feathered warrior who's been teaching me
skills that I need to learn."
"I don't trust him." The surprise in Big Horn's eyes forced Willow Bird
to explain his strong words. "There are a lot of men in the tribe who don't.
I expect to find you lying dead across the river with your scalp hanging from
Coyote Thief's belt as he laughs all the way back to his Spear-bearing Tribe."
"Is that what you think?" asked Big Horn, "or are you only repeating what
others have said?" It saddened him to see the boy's jealousy.
Willow Bird shrugged his shoulders. He jumped down from the corral fence
and turned to his monedo one last time. "Be careful, Big Horn. Remember that
he's an enemy warrior that you've only been staying with for two moons. Do you
know his heart?" With that said, the boy ran off with tears in his eyes.
Big Horn watched him go. He lowered his eyes to the ground where the
boy's prints could be seen. Sadness filled him. It felt like the end to
something he'd held dear in his heart. With a weary sigh, the brave gathered
up his pouch of smoked meat and the rolled deerskin. He walked to the muddy
river and made his way across it.
The rest of the day was spent in idle pursuits: grooming Pai-alucia,
making repairs to his weapons, fletching more arrows and tidying up the place.
Big Horn was waiting for the warrior to awaken so that he could ask where he'd
been. Yet Coyote Thief continued to sleep all day long.
Father Sun never managed to poke His Face from the thick clouds. There
was a threat of more rain but it never came. Big Horn relaxed in the tipi. His
eyes often went to Coyote Thief, looking for a sign that he'd awaken. Yet the
warrior never stirred. Weariness finally came to the brave. He surrendered
himself to his ground mat and closed his eyes in sleep.
Late in the night, Big Horn was awakened by the sound of pissing coming
from outside their tipi. He felt his own need and joined Coyote Thief outside.
The two men stood side by side in silence. Grandfather Moon could be seen
smiling down on them from a patch of sky that was clear of clouds. The brave
peeked on what Coyote Thief held in his left hand. He could just make out the
man's cock; it was hard as he pissed to the ground. Big Horn's stream joined
his until they finished. The warrior stood closer to their tipi. Big Horn
thought that the man had become shy until seeing him making quick pulls over
his long cock.
Big Horn's eyes widened with surprise. Even though it was dark, he knew
that a man wouldn't seek that kind of relief where it could be witnessed. The
warrior began breathing heavily through his nose; no eye contact between them.
The brave was tempted to reach down for his own cock. His shyness kept him
from it. He stood as if rooted to the ground behind Coyote Thief, watching him
perform. The warrior's body strained from the act, rear cloth flapping over
his butt and his left hand bobbing in front. His lusty grunt announced that he
was seeding.
Coyote Thief shook his left hand at the tipi wall. He turned his head
back at the brave in secret understanding. Big Horn had grown very excited
from watching the warrior's male rite so he pulled over the thick skin of his
cock. It was dark enough to keep the brave from feeling too embarrassed. He
enjoyed the growing thrills from his loins that were heightened by Coyote
Thief watching him. It was only a boy's game... Big Horn wished that they
could have sought out male relief together.
A strong hand came down to the brave's left hip. Coyote Thief pulled him
closer to their tipi; a sharp odor filled Big Horn's nose that he knew came
from the warrior's cum. He continued to beat off, eyes closing as if he feared
something from his companion. A gasp escaped from him when Coyote Thief's hand
roamed under the rear folding of his breechclout. His butt was held. That sent
Big Horn over the edge. He stabbed through his clenched fingers and shot.
Strongly! After his loins were spilt, he released a grunt of satisfaction.
Coyote Thief pulled his hand from the brave's warm cheeks. He turned
around, lifting the rear of his breechclout before rubbing his butt against
their wet spot on the tipi wall in ritual significance. The warrior raised his
hand to the nearly full moon in prayer. That filled the brave with awe. A
gesture was made for Big Horn to join his rite.
Big Horn turned around. He lifted the end of his breechclout and humped
his butt against the wall of their tipi. His cheeks felt the stickiness of
their mingling sperm. With a lifting of his eyes, Big Horn made his own silent
plea unto Grandfather Moon: 'Please allow this man to love me as completely as
I want him!'
Big Horn lowered his eyes after his prayer was given. His sight was
ruined by the moonlight so he hadn't noticed Coyote Thief's return to their
tipi. It startled the brave to find himself alone. He trembled from the cold
of the night, entered the tipi to lay over his warm ground mat. Snoring came
from Coyote Thief. That filled Big Horn with disappointment. He'd wanted to
talk with the warrior about many things. That would have to wait until
morning. It was difficult to sleep because he felt excited and in wonder of
what they had done outside. He stared into the darkness. Sometime later that
night, Big Horn managed to fall back asleep. He dreamed of sweet things.
The next morning, Big Horn woke up to the smell of soup being prepared
over the fire pit. Coyote Thief often broke his fasting with the boiling of
deer meat that he seasoned with wild onions and grass grains for thickening.
The Kalinlepi usually chewed down on sticks of jerky for breakfast.
'You hungry?' gestured Coyote Thief. When he saw Big Horn nod, he filled a
wooden bowl with soup and handed it to him. He filled his own bowl and blew
over it until the liquid was cool enough to sip from.
Big Horn drank from his bowl though his eyes were often on the warrior.
He had so many questions to ask! Meals were eaten in silence. The brave
remained patient until their breakfast was finished.
'It a warm day,' remarked Coyote Thief. 'Come walk with me, my friend. I
know that your heart is burning to ask many things.'
Big Horn smiled. He knew that the old warrior could read his face and
that made the brave love him the more so. They set down their empty bowls.
Almost, Big Horn dared to take his companion's hand into his own when they
walked to the river. Coyote Thief entered it with a splash. He'd left his
leggings behind; no weapons for the hunt were being carried.
The cold water assaulted Big Horn's legs. He lifted up his breechclout
and followed behind Coyote Thief as he sought out sand bars for them to walk
over. The tall tipis stood near the bank. The brave came to his companion's
side to 'guard him' when they walked freely amongst the Kalinlepi.
Two boys running past them hooted at the enemy warrior; Big horn was
ignored. A young woman named Twinkling Star averted her eyes when she passed
by though a smile crossed her lips for the brave. She was at that age to marry
so it wasn't surprising that she showed an interest in Big Horn.
'I miss the familiar faces of my People,' commented Coyote Thief. 'It be
a long time before yours will accept me and offer me a morning greeting.'
Big Horn saw the sadness filling the warrior's eyes. He remained silent
since there was no reply that he could give the man. They followed the bank,
going with the flow of the muddy river. The stands of tall grass was passed by
without finding Willow Bird at his task of gathering them for the horses. That
surprised the brave. Coyote Thief made a fast pace. It was almost as if they
were going somewhere in a hurry or that he was trying to prevent Big Horn from
asking his questions.
There was no hurry in Big Horn. He was enjoying their walk together. It
was turning out to be a nice day. Father Sun shown down on them from His sky
that was mostly clear of clouds. The brave had time to ponder over last
night's strange rite and he prepared in his mind the many questions that
he'll ask of Coyote Thief.
Cat tails began to crowd the river bank. Big Horn felt the mud sucking at
his feet and he kept his eyes out for boys. He knew this to be their secret
place to play that kept the girls from spying on them. A giggling was heard.
The brave saw a young boy streak towards the woods like a frightened rabbit.
He thought it could have been Wolf Pawing; a breechclout was being carried in
his left hand. Coyote Thief was amused. They walked deeper through the weeds
and chanced upon another naked boy.
Big Horn recognized the youth, much to his woe. Crying Loon didn't seem
embarrassed or try to hide the act he'd been performing on his knees. He even
gestured for the brave to invite his warrior friend to drop breechclouts and
enjoy a male relieving threesome.
Coyote Thief's couldn't understand the words passing between the brave
and his little friend. Yet his old eyes gleaned much. Big Horn revealed
regret and much embarrassment. The boy showed longing on his bright face. The
warrior realized that there was something going on between the two that his
presence had upset.
'I can go search for tracks in the woods nearby,' gestured Coyote Thief.
He thought that Big Horn wanted to be alone with the youth to talk... and
embrace their 'needs' without him watching it.
Crying Loon understood most of what the warrior's hands had said. He gave
Big Horn a sly grin, expecting him to accept Coyote Thief's withdrawal. The
boy's left hand dropped around his erection and he resumed pleasuring it.
Big Horn was caught. He didn't want to stay with Crying Loon but felt
that rejecting Coyote Thief's suggestion would anger the boy who might reveal
bad things about him. If he stayed, the warrior would know of his desire for
this boy and close his heart to the possibilities of love for themselves.
Before Big Horn could decide what he should do, the warrior gave him a
warning gesture with his eyes lifting to the tree tops. As-a-crow was perched
there. The boy also noticed the spying guard. He grabbed his two flaps from
the mud and ran towards the river without a word.
'I have to accompany you when in the hunting grounds of my People,'
reminded Big Horn. He didn't let on that he knew As-a-crow was watching.
'Yes. That is your chief's commandment,' answered Coyote Thief. He headed
towards the forest with Big Horn at his side. They passed under the very tree
As-a-crow was in. Only when they were deeper into the woods would the warrior
hand-speak again.
'That boy... Who is he to you?' asked Coyote Thief.
Big Horn turned to his companion with a heavy heart. He knew better than
to lie but his face was kept plain when he tried explaining it. 'Crying Loon
is a boy who sought my male strength. I conducted the 'growing up' rites to
help his body mature but he wants more from me...'
Coyote Thief noticed the brave's uneasiness. He didn't press Big Horn for
a further explanation, pointing down at some fresh deer prints that they
should investigate. The two men remained silent when they walked the tracks
down.
They stalked deeper into the woods. The deer tracks were crossed over by
the obvious footprints left by a man. It seemed that they weren't the first
to find the deer. Later, when returning to camp, they'll learn if that hunter
had been successful.
"Eiiii!' gasped Coyote Thief. He reached out for a tree when lifting his
pained right foot. A stick had found its way through a small hole in his
moccasin and was stuck between his toes.
Big Horn was amused. He gestured down at his thickly soled feet that
could withstand the perils of such things because he went without moccasins.
The old warrior pulled out the offending stick and tossed it at him.
Coyote Thief looked around for a moment before sitting down to rest with
his back against a tree. He gestured for the brave to join him. Big Horn eased
himself closer to the warrior; their shoulders touched. When he felt an arm
coming around his waist, he lowered his head to the warrior's neck. It was a
tender moment that was revealing much to both men.
Big Horn resisted the temptation to ask his questions. That could shatter
their tender embrace. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his male
companion, hoping that it would last forever.
Coyote Thief slowly relaxed the tense muscles in his back. He allowed
himself to enjoy the brave in his arm left. Big Horn's eyes were closed. His
breaths felt warm against the warrior's neck that cradled his soft head,
almost as if he were holding a swooning girl. But it was a man he held. That
pleased Coyote Thief and his loins stirred with lust. Love also filled his
heart. Big Horn meant more to him than an enemy brave he'd like to conquer.
The warrior began to sing. Big Horn listened to the strange-sounding
words without understanding them. The melody was sweet, like a love song. He
felt his heart stir with strong emotions. His mouth brushed against the man's
neck as if in a kiss. He heard the song falter.
A crow's warning cry broke their fragile embrace. Big Horn straightened
his back and opened his eyes to look for an intruder. Coyote Thief also
searched. When nothing was found, the warrior wearily rose to his feet. He
walked back to the river with the brave close at his side.
The two men stalked through the tall weeds until reaching the river's
edge. Big Horn was relieved that Crying Loon was nowhere in sight. As-a-crow
had remained on guard from the tree top but the two men ignored him. The
afternoon had turned hot. When Coyote Thief suggested that they go for a
swim, Big Horn eagerly agreed. They dropped their breechclouts amongst the cat
tails and dove into the cold water.
The current was strong at this bend in the river so the two men kept
close to the bank. Big Horn brought up sand to clean the sweat from his body.
Coyote Thief did the same. Yet he shivered against the cold and asked how the
Muddy River People endured it.
Big Horn splashed at the warrior in reply. Coyote Thief wouldn't let that
pass unavenged so he dropped onto his back in the river and kicked his feet at
the brave. That left the young man gasping for air.
Coyote Thief stopped kicking up water when he saw that Big Horn was in
distress. He rushed to the brave and grasped his shoulders. Coughs erupted
from the young man. The warrior pounded over Big Horn's back to help get the
water out of his lungs.
'I need to sit,' gestured Big Horn. The warrior helped him onto the bank
and they sat side by side in the cat tails. He saw sorrow in Coyote Thief's
eyes so he grasped the man's right hand in a gesture of forgiveness.
Coyote Thief closed his eyes. He was feeling very intense emotions for
this young brave. Not for splashing him but the love that he was keeping in
his heart that shouted to be let out! The old warrior was wise. He knew that
it was not yet time to reveal his love for Big Horn until the moon was full.
Big Horn wasn't sure but he thought he saw tears in the warrior's eyes.
More likely it was water running down from his hair. The brave was struck
again by the shortness of it that made Coyote Thief appear as a boy. His
weathered faced revealed his true age. He wasn't ancient like the shaman or
Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others. A man in his thirties or a little older,
he guessed. Yet his body remained strong and well defined. The warrior may
have an old face but his shoulders were youthful leading down to his arms
bulging with muscles. He had agile hands that could fletch arrows. His breast
stuck out with pride; attractive brown nipples. His legs were as hard as oak.
Once, in a running contest the warrior had easily beaten him.
What drew Big Horn's attention was the man's cock. He'd glanced at it a
few times through the side of the warrior's breechclout whenever it'd loosened
from the thong belt. This was the first time he went without it. The brave was
able to stare at the man's nakedness with ease. Especially when Coyote Thief
continued to keep his eyes closed.
Coyote Thief seemed endowed with a good sized cock. He wasn't erected; the
thick foreskin hid the man's knob within. Big Horn noticed the reddish balls.
That proved how this warrior was not of his People. His own balls matched the
brown color of his cock; a larger sacful than what hung between this warrior's
legs. Was this man's loins still producing sperm and aching him with the need
to release it? Ah, yes. He remembered their shared male rite from last night.
Big Horn felt a pleasant stirring in his loins. Looking at Coyote Thief's
body made his grow excited. He was tempted to reach out for the warrior's cock
to erect it in hand. He was startled when his fingers were gripped. The old
man opened his eyes and smiled at him. That made Big Horn conscious of his
revealing nakedness. He felt his swelling knob pushing out from its foreskin.
'This a favored place of the boys?' asked Coyote Thief. 'To be naked
without any girls around to embarrass them?' The warrior's eyes gestured at
the tall cat tails around them.
Big Horn nodded with a sly grin. He suspected what the warrior was
asking, remembering how they'd caught Crying Loon beating off on his knees.
Coyote Thief's cock was stiffening. His knob popped out from its foreskin to
reveal that it was brown, not blood colored like the men of Big Horn's tribe.
Coyote Thief lowered his eyes to stare at the brave's manly display. He
was impressed with Big Horn's cock. It was thickly skinned and stood against
his tuft of groin hair, oozing with male excitement. His own cock was of a
good size. And in need! Perhaps it was the right moment for them to embrace
love, the old warrior decided. He pulled on the brave's hand he'd been
grasping and gestured with his other hand for Big Horn to come sit in his lap.
Big Horn's eyes widened from the offer. His heart burst with love for
Coyote Thief so he eagerly jumped into the warrior's lap. Their hard cocks
touched. He peered deeply into the old man's eyes for an acceptance of what
they were about to embrace: male love. He found its answer shining in the
warrior's fiery eyes.
Coyote Thief smiled. He reached up for Big Horn's unadorned hair and
gently pulled over its length. The brave was like a male squaw he'd like to
fuck but from behind. He wondered if this young man would accept his need.
Big Horn continued to peer into Coyote Thief's eyes. They looked very
wise, filled with caring and the love he had sought for in another man. Their
faces came close together. Eyes drank in the building love that had been freed
from their hearts for each other. The warrior seemed to be reaching his lips
out to his for a kiss. A cough exploded from Big Horn's mouth at that moment.
It was followed by another uncontrollable cough that kept him from accepting
the warrior's first kiss.
Coyote Thief pounded over the young man's back. He felt Big Horn's arms
reaching around his shoulders and tighten. Cough followed painful cough. It
had broken what should have been a tender moment for them both.
Big Horn managed to get himself under control. How his lungs pained him!
Yet there came an aching from his loins as well. His heart pined for love from
this warrior so he folded his legs around Coyote Thief's butt to tighten their
embrace. He felt the man's legs folding under his butt. Their chests came
together, nipples rubbing and hardening against each other. The brave clung to
his man in the sweet expectation for what was yet to come.
Coyote Thief made his cock throb. Big Horn answered it by tightening the
muscles in his butt to throb back. The warrior's hand dropped down his back to
clutch his cheeks. He gently pulled over them to begin their belly rubbing.
Wonderful sensations darted through the brave's cock. He thrust against the
warrior in beat to the hand playing his butt. Their male bodies danced as one.
Unlike his similar embrace with Crying Loon, this man in his arms could meet
the challenges of his adult body. Their cocks were very hard and matched for
sexual battle. The boy's dick had been too easily subdued. Big Horn regretted
all the things he'd done with the youth since it was in the arms of a strong
warrior that his lusty spirit could find a proper match.
Big Horn felt light kisses over his neck. They tickled him, threatening
another round of coughing so he buried his face into the warrior's neck and he
held his breath.
Coyote Thief was glad that the brave accepted his naked embrace. But was
it done from love and a kindred of spirits or simply to satisfy lust? He'd
heard of unmarried men seeking relief in the arms of a companion. It helped
satisfy their male aching until a squaw could be found. He hoped that the man
in his arms sought more than that. The warrior would test him. He slowly
reached fingers through the crack of Big Horn's flexing butt until he found
its entrance. He rubbed against the moist hole with a longing to fuck it.
Big Horn gasped. He felt the warrior's deep fingering in his butt and one
penetrated his hole as he had done to Crying Loon's. A wild thought dropped
into his head: he'd lift his butt over Coyote Thief's groin and drop onto his
cock to let him fuck him! Before he could try it, a cough escaped from his
mouth. It was followed by a stronger eruption, and another...
At that moment, As-a-crow burst in on them. He had his bow clutched
tightly in his hands with an arrow ready for flight. His face was tense.
"Ah, Big Horn. I wanted to see if you were all right..."
"What?" stammered the brave. He was flustered by the guard's untimely
arrival. Big Horn realized that his naked embrace with Coyote Thief would be
very revealing.
"I heard your painful coughing," explained As-a-Crow. "Thought you were
being drowned in the river by this warrior!"
Big Horn coughed again. It came mostly from the fear of having his spirit
for loving men discovered by a member of his tribe. Coyote Thief pounded over
his back. They slowly separated their bodies and stood up to face the guard.
"No. Coyote Thief helped me back to the bank after our splashing contest.
He'd won it." Big Horn quickly gestured all that had been said to his anxious
companion. He didn't want Coyote Thief to act rashly towards As-a-crow who
still had his bow aimed on him.
'Return to your tree perch,' scolded Coyote Thief. 'You have seen enough
to know that I wasn't attacking your tribesmen!'
Big Horn lowered his head with shame. He saw the shock on As-a-crow's
face and how he eyed their hard cocks with a realization. Something had to be
said. "I'm not harmed, As-a-crow... We were resting on the bank. Please go."
The guard slowly nodded his head. He lowered his bow and turned away from
the two naked men to return to his position in the tree tops. It wasn't the
first time he'd seen Big Horn pleasuring his body with another male. A
shameful thing! Yet he decided to keep what he'd seen to himself, just as he's
kept silent about Crying Loon sucking on the brave's cock.
Big Horn sighed nervously. He searched for their breechclouts lying in
the mud since their tender moment of love had been disrupted. Coyote Thief
covered his body with sad eyes. He followed the brave back to camp in silence.
The tall tipis came into sight. Big Horn was greeted by his People though
their eyes often lowered from the enemy warrior walking at his side. He didn't
want his tribesmen to scorn him the same way but feared that would happen
after As-a-crow revealed to everyone what he'd seen at the river bank.
A girl ran up to them. She dared to lift her eyes to Big Horn's but her
words explained the urgency of her unexpected act.
"Come quick to the shaman's lodge!" begged Star Light. "Willow Bird is
very sick!"
Big Horn's eyes flashed with fear and he flew through camp. Coyote Thief
didn't understand what was happening but he kept up with the brave. They came
to a elk-hide covered lodge that stood out from the rest of the tipis. The
brave didn't wait to call out his name before entering it.
An old man greeted Big Horn; he ignored the enemy warrior. Willow Bird
was lying naked over a ground mat with his face painted up with medicine
colors. His sweaty body trembled with pain. Fear squeezed Big Horn's heart
for what ailed his young charge.
"Willow Bird is with fever," explained the shaman. He was kneeled at the
boy's side, attending him with the shaking of his buffalo scrotum rattle.
Big Horn dropped to the ground near Willow Bird. He took the boy's hand
into his own, feeling the heat from it. An overwhelming sense of guilt filled
the brave's heart. He felt that neglecting his charge had let some evil spirit
come to harm him.
Willow Bird stirred from his uneasy sleep. His eyes opened but they were
unfocused. He saw that his monedo had come. "Big Horn..." he murmured. "I need
you to be with me. Don't go!"
Big Horn had to close his eyes from anguish. He tried keeping his tears
from falling. A strong hand coming to his shoulder from Coyote Thief lent him
the strength that he needed at this moment.
"I'm trying to conduct a healing rite," snapped the shaman. "The Spear-
bearing warrior must leave but you can stay with Willow Bird to comfort him."
Big Horn turned to Coyote Thief with teary eyes. His hands gestured what
the shaman had said. The warrior nodded his head with understanding, turning
for the door but only after lifting his eyes upwards in silent prayer unto the
Great Father Spirit, his plea for the boy's recovery.
The shaman calmed himself for a moment before taking up his rattle again.
He chanted over Willow Bird, calling upon the healing spirits of water to
drown the fire raging in the boy's body, the spirits of air to continue
filling the boy's lungs with breath and for the earth spirits to strengthen
his body from evil attack. Big Horn held the boy's hand throughout.
All afternoon, the shaman attended Willow Bird. Big Horn was tasked to
help the old man. Water skins were filled; he kept the boy's body cooled with
wet medicine cloths dabbed over his forehead and chest. Soup of rabbit meat
was prepared but the youth refused to eat it. His slim body was wracked with
pain, often trembling as if he were cold one moment and too hot the next.
The night was worse. Willow Bird cried out against the evil attacking
him; he called out for his father to help him. A thick bear skin was laid over
the boy for warmth but his violent thrashings often cast it away. The hide was
singed when it fell too close to the fire. Its foul odor filled the lodge.
Big Horn laid next to Willow Bird and held him close. The youth's sweaty
body smelled of turtles. The brave often prayed unto Wah Conda, the Great
Father Spirit to rid his young charge of the evil that was eating his life. He
didn't want the boy to die!
Moonlight poured down from the lodge's smoke hole. Big Horn was unable to
sleep but he was glad that Willow Bird did. His thoughts returned to what had
happened between himself and Coyote Thief: their near consummation of love. He
desired that enemy warrior and would have been with him this evening if it
hadn't been for Willow Bird.
Big Horn scolded himself. He didn't regret having to stay with his young
charge. Willow Bird needed him and the brave was glad that he could help. He
loved this boy. It was similar to how he felt towards Coyote Thief but it was
with the warrior that he could find male fulfillment. The boy was still a year
from being named a man himself.
Loud snoring came from the shaman. Big Horn rolled his eyes with distain
when remembering how the chief's snores had kept him awake at night. He held
the boy close and tried to sleep.
The next day was spent in the shaman's lodge. Big Horn prepared the meals
and when Willow Bird was lucid, they talked. The boy was glad that his monedo
was spending time with him. Another healing rite was conducted by the shaman.
He assured the troubled brave that the boy would recover.
Warm Hands came to visit with her son. The woman had brought food and
showed her gratitude to both the shaman and Big Horn. Song Bird also came.
He claimed that his father, the tribal chief wanted to know of Willow Bird's
condition and that he wished him well. He didn't fool anyone. The shaman
allowed the youth's visit when he saw how it lifted his friend's spirit.
After the brief visits, Willow Bird managed to sleep again. Big Horn kept
himself busy with the fashioning of a gift for Coyote Thief. He had to consult
with the shaman on a few points: how to ensure a tight seam along the inner
soles and which designs would lend a masculine feature to what only the women
of their tribe wore.
"You are much taken by Coyote Thief," commented the shaman. He crossed
his arms over his chest in a familiar pose.
"Yes. I'm glad to be learning warrior skills from him."
"Hmm. You're often across the river, away from your charge. Willow Bird
still needs you even if he has already learned the skills to become a brave."
Big Horn stared at the old man. He knew that what had been said was true
but there was also something left unspoken. The brave kept silent. He didn't
want to volunteer anything that would make the shaman think badly of him.
Willow Bird managed to eat some soup later that afternoon. His body was
still fevered but the shaman felt that the worst had passed. He hinted that
Big Horn could leave if he wanted but the brave decided that he'll spend
another night with the boy to see him past the sickness.
Big Horn was sleeping when he felt a hand grasp him. A moan came from
Willow Bird's lips that sounded like the word 'water'. The brave felt along
the ground for the wooden mug but he couldn't find it in the dark. A water
skin came into his grasp. When he lifted Willow Bird to a sitting position so
that he could drink from it, the boy cried out in agony. Big Horn returned the
youth to the ground. He wondered how he could satisfy the boy's thirst.
The brave felt his own need for water. A quick drink was taken from the
bulging skin and that gave him an idea. With a mouthful of water, he turned to
the boy and pressed his lips down over his. Willow Bird greedily accepted the
water. The man felt the boy's tongue dart into his mouth that turned into a
kiss. That startled Big Horn. Yet he eagerly kissed the youth back.
Big Horn heard the shaman snoring. That assured him that what they did
went unnoticed. He positioned himself on top of Willow Bird, drawing the bear
skin blanket over them before returning to kiss his sweet boy in the dark. He
slipped his hands under the boy's slim shoulders, laying over him with a hard
cock. He felt an answering erection under Willow Bird's breechclout. Their
bellies began rubbing. Without any feelings of guilt, the brave reached down
to his waist to pull away his thong belt. Their bodies were bared so they
could embrace love.
It was a wonderful sensation to feel the boy's hard dick against his own.
Big Horn kept from crushing the youth by anchoring his knees in the dirt
around him. They bellies rubbed towards climax. Willow Bird gasped for breath.
He moaned often, as if in pain. Big Horn knew better. His heart soared to be
making love to his young charge at last!
Willow Bird's sweaty body burned against the brave's. He was still with
fever. When the boy moaned, Big Horn silenced him with a deep kiss. He didn't
hear the shaman's snoring. That worried him. He relaxed his savage body though
his mouth still connected to the boy's. They laid still under the blanket for
many heart beats.
Willow Bird held his young friend's body close to his own in the river.
Strangely, the water felt hot and sticky against his skin. There was also a
heaviness pressing against his chest that made it hard for him to breathe. It
felt like he was drowning. He ignored that discomfort to belly rub with the
little boy. Their tag-and-catch-me game had led them to this sweet moment. He
stabbed against the boy's pole with a soaring heart.
"Oh, Song Bird!" gasped Willow Bird with much joy.
Big Horn was taken back from what he'd heard. He gave the boy a tender
kiss to his forehead before rolling away to rest over his back. Did he hear
correctly... Song Bird? The brave realized that Willow Bird wasn't fully awake
when they tried making love. Soft snoring came from the boy, proving that he'd
fallen back to sleep. Sadness filled the man's heart. He felt tears and
allowed them to fall in the dark.
The next morning, Big Horn was awakened by heat against his left arm that
came from the central fire pit. His right arm was around Willow Bird. With
relief, the boy's skin felt cool against his. He was about to sit up when
discovering that he was naked. Their love making from last night came to mind.
The shaman peered at him over the rim of his wooden mug he was drinking from.
There was no way that the brave could cover himself up without the old man
noticing.
After wrapping his body with a breechclout, Big Horn slipped from the
heavy bear skin to allow Willow Bird to sleep. He accepted the wood mug of tea
that the shaman offered him. There was something odd in the old man's eyes.
"It was good that you spent the night?" asked the shaman.
Big Horn could only nod his head. "Willow Bird's fever has gone."
"Yes. The evil spirit has flown from him," the shaman whispered. "Will
you be flying back to your warrior across the river?"
Big Horn gave the old man a sharp glance. When he didn't see any malice
in the shaman's eyes, he lowered his eyes to hide his anger.
"Allow Willow Bird his last summer as a boy," the shaman asked. "Embrace
your warrior in need and when he's gone, you'll be ready to lead that young
brave (pointing at Willow Bird) down your path."
The old man had a dreamy look in his eyes. That's when Big Horn realized
that he'd spoken from a vision.
"I can take care of Willow Bird now. Return to Coyote Thief's tipi. I've
told you what our Father has Shown me so go in peace."
Big Horn dropped his half drunken mug of tea at the shaman's feet. He
stood up, and without a word of farewell, gathered up his few belongings and
fled the old man's lodge. His sweaty body was assaulted by the cool morning
air. He scurried towards the river, almost as if he were running away from
something scary. His gift for Coyote Thief was clutched tightly in his hands.
Later that afternoon, Big Horn sat beside Coyote Thief over mats outside
their tipi. He told him of Willow Bird's recovery. The relief seen on the
brave's face turned into a bright grin when he presented his gift of moccasins
to the warrior.
"I thank," answered Coyote Thief. He cast away his old pair to put on the
new moccasins of thick deer skin. It was his People's custom for the wife to
present such a gift. He kept from telling Big Horn so.
'I remember when first meeting you on the plains how worn yours looked,'
gestured Big Horn with a grin.
'Those were gifted me from a boy named Smiles A Lot,' explained the old
warrior. 'He was a son from my loins I had sired in secret to give the woman's
husband a child to raise.'
Big Horn was struck by the man's admission. It brought to mind what he'd
Seen in a vision. 'Smiles A Lot visited with you a few days ago.'
Coyote Thief gave the brave a hard stare. He trusted Big Horn with the
truth so his hands lifted to explain it. 'Yes. My son came to see me. I given
the news that many warriors of my tribe hate me for coming here. Enough so
that they may make a raid to end my life.'
That startled Big Horn. 'Did Smiles A Lot say that will happen soon?'
'He did not think it would. My shaman did not See it happening and I also
don't think they will come.'
Big Horn nodded his head with relief. Another thought struck him. 'When I
was visiting with my mother in the sacred clearing, I glimpsed a boy watching
me. He vanished like a spirit in the wind!'
Coyote Thief barely nodded his head. 'Smiles A Lot told me that he saw a
young brave crying beneath the canopy of a woman. I suspected that it was you.'
'Why was he there?' asked Big Horn with his hands flying. "How did he
disappear from my eyes!"
Coyote Thief couldn't drop his eyes from Big Horn's as much as he wanted
to. There were a few secrets that he had to keep in spite of what this brave
meant to him and the trust that they shared. The old warrior slowly shook his
head. He covered his mouth with his right hand to indicate that he was under
oath not to speak about it.
Big Horn nodded but his heart still troubled him. 'I must report any
threats to our tribe.'
'My son will not bring trouble to your People,' gestured Coyote Thief.
He saw that Big Horn was still concerned so he dared to venture more.
"Powerful medicine is with Smiles A Lot.'
Big Horn felt that he understood. It explained how the boy had
disappeared from his eyes. He felt no malice from the youth, only awed him.
'I spent the day with my son while you were away,' continued Coyote Thief.
'That evening, I took him across the plains on my horse to lessen his journey
back to our People. Almost, I considered going back myself to explain my
decision to be with the Muddy River Tribe. The talk of hatred for me coming
from the warriors of my tribe troubled me. I didn't want to be the cause for a
war.'
'Why did you come back?' asked Big Horn. His hands were shaking.
Coyote Thief looked deep into the brave's eyes. 'You are the reason.'
Big Horn lowered his eyes. He knew then of Coyote Thief's love for him
and that left him speechless. The warrior told him more about his happy visit
with his son and how he missed not being with his People. Big Horn heard the
growing sadness in the warrior's voice. He didn't press him to speak about
them but the old man went on and on. He was finally opening up to the brave
about his past life.
Big Horn had been holding back questions since staying with Coyote Thief.
Now he felt that it was the proper time for their asking. He stared at the old
warrior to read his face when he gestured: 'Of all the tribes you could have
gone to, why did you come to mine for sanctuary?'
Without pause, the warrior answered him: 'I believe that you are the One.'
Big Horn was taken by surprise. He raised his opening hands in a gesture
that he needed a more complete answer to be given him. Coyote Thief nodded.
He went into deep thought for a while before speaking again.
'I had been told in my youth from my shaman that I'd meet an enemy brave
in battle. Yet we wouldn't fight because the cycle of hatred had to be broken
between our two People. I would love him instead. He in turn would pass on my
teachings to another fatherless boy that he was raising into manhood.'
Big Horn was struck by the warrior's admission. He quickly gestured back,
'How did you know I was the One your shaman described? You didn't know that I
was acting as monedo for a fatherless boy.'
'It true that you could simply have been a brave seeking death,' agreed
Coyote Thief, 'yet I saw how your heart was troubled. Death wasn't ready to
claim you on that day, my friend. My hidden feelings were aroused. I desired a
handsome young man to live my final days with. To test your heart, I opened my
sacred bundle to see what you'd take. The clear stone you chose made me sure
of it.'
'You had said that stone was valued since it'd been gifted you from your
shaman.'
'That is so,' answered Coyote Thief. "Snarling Bear had ritually gifted
it to me along with his seed.'
Big Horn wasn't shocked to hear that. In spite of being told about him
siring a son with a married woman, he felt that Coyote Thief's spirit was like
his in their love of men. He could love him like that. Only his inexperience
and fear of being rejected had stayed his lusty advances. Until now.
'That boy you were seeking on the plains,' asked Coyote Thief. 'The one
you were willing to trade your life for amongst my braves. Who is he to you?'
Big Horn knew that his next words would be carefully weighed by the old
warrior. He had learned that little escaped his attention. 'I have been acting
as monedo for Willow Bird who'd lost his father to a surprise night raid by
your warriors four summers ago. I've been training the boy to become a brave.
He's the sick youth I'd been attending in the shaman's lodge.'
Coyote Thief hid his surprise. He knew of that Muddy River warrior his
People had taken captive, questioned and tortured. His secret son had tended
to him until his death. It would do little good to tell Big Horn about that.
Big Horn suspected that Coyote Thief knew something about the fate of
Willow Bird's father. The warrior was good with hiding his feelings but he
knew him enough already to read the discomfort in him.
'Do you love Willow Bird?' gestured Snarling Bear.
Big Horn swallowed nervously in his throat. He noticed how the man's
hands had shaped the word for 'love' with a sexual meaning. His eyes lowered
from the warrior's to hide his shame.
'It a fine summer day,' announced Coyote Thief in his attempt to change
the subject. 'Ride with me, Big Horn. I would welcome your hands around me and
to feel the wind blowing through our hair!'
Big Horn was harkened by the man's offer. Something stirred in his loins
from what Coyote Thief had gestured. In the warrior's dark eyes he saw a hint
of what this day would bring them.
The appaloosa nickered to Big Horn when he was untied from his post.
"Pai-alucia... Tawd ag-wa!" uttered the brave. He saw praise in Coyote Thief's
eyes for greeting the stallion with words he'd recognize of the Spear-bearing
People. The old warrior wasn't the only one learning how to speak.
Coyote Thief mounted his stallion bareback. His hand reached down for the
brave and pulled him up to sit behind. Big Horn felt the sensual touch of his
skin against the sweaty horse. He reached around the old warrior's waist and
was tempted to feel inside the man's breechclout for his cock. Before he
could, Pai-alucia was launched into galloping by a swift kick.
Pai-alucia easily bore the weight of the two men. Coyote Thief handled
his horse with ease while Big Horn sat behind, embracing the warrior within
his tight arms. They galloped wildly along the river bank. The brave shouted
to the empty land of his happiness for being with Coyote Thief and his sense
of freedom and of living. The warrior smiled at his companion's excitement.
Within his breechclout, he felt his manly stirring that would soon be revealed
to Big Horn.
When Night Moon became winded from their long gallop, Coyote Thief walked
his horse. He headed them back to their tipi. The hard lust trapped within his
breechclout was needing to be released. Big Horn revealed his own male
excitement. It was pressed against his rear end when the brave held him close.
He wanted to feel the might of his young companion in his body. An enemy brave
that could rape him with love instead of hatred as was often committed on the
battlefields of war.
Night Moon came to a sudden stop near the river bank. Coyote Thief heard
the horse piss strongly to his front hooves. He jumped down from off its back
in the expectation that his stallion would bear a long hard dong. He wasn't
disappointed. The appaloosa's black cock was sticking out from its sheath like
a tree branch that reached nearly to his front legs. The warrior threw down
his breechclout and lovingly took hold of his stallion. Big Horn dismounted
to kneel at the man's side, wide eyed.
'To love my horse with me, Big Horn!' the warrior gestured. He pointed at
the brave's breechclout - that it should be removed.
Big Horn gladly dropped his lengthy cloth to the ground in an expectation
of making love with the old warrior. Yet he wondered why Coyote Thief included
the stallion. The man pulled over the horse's long black dong with both hands.
Big Horn peeked through the warrior's legs and saw his hard cock, dripping
with excitement. The brave's cock was also standing tall against his belly.
Pai-alucia snorted. The stallion swished his tail that caught Big Horn in
the eyes. The brave stood up to give the horse an answering slap over its
rump. He was drawn to its sexual flexing; the stallion had powerful brown
cheeks with splashes of white paint over them. His eyes peered within for its
entrance. Unlike a man's butt hole, the horse's protruded out like a muscled
ring. It opened! Out dropped handfuls of soggy digested grass to the ground.
Big Horn wondered if the stallion had ever felt a man's lusty penetration.
The brave returned to Coyote Thief, squatting at the man's side to watch
his version of a 'growing up' rite for a stallion. Big Horn could smell their
male excitement mixed with the strong musk of horse. He'd always been curious
to touch a horse's long cock. He felt along its soft warmth with his fingers.
Hard and throbbing with power! The warrior's hands were experienced with
pleasuring his horse and knew what the end result would be.
Little did they know that a boy was watching them from behind a bush.
He'd seen the men's approach when he was gathering berries. The spying youth
was Song Bird, only son of the Kalinlepi Chief. He knew that Coyote Thief of
the Spear-bearing People had been allowed to set up his tipi on this side of
the river. Big Horn had been staying with him to learn his warrior ways. And
because he loved him.
Song Bird grinned to himself. He was watching a beastly rite the naked
warrior was conducting with his stallion. Coyote Thief handled the horse's
long dong, even daring to kiss its knob. The stallion bucked. It was an
exciting display of power to see the horse's huge body surging with sex as if
he were mounting a mare. The warrior seemed experienced with coaxing its male
release.
When the stallion became overly excited, Big Horn took hold of his neck
to steady the beast. It wasn't long before there came a piercing whistle. The
horse flexed his body in a violent male display, his tailed butt humping when
releasing many squirts of seed into the old warrior's hands. Coyote Thief rose
up to face Big Horn with what they held.
The brave watched as his naked body was covered with Night Moon's sticky
cum. Coyote Thief especially offered his loins the stallion's powerful seed.
With what remained in his hands, the warrior smeared his own nakedness. His
dark eyes were aflame.
'I offer your body the sacred gift of a powerful stallion," gestured
Coyote Thief. 'May it give you the strength to become a warrior.'
Big Horn nodded with acceptance. He eyed the warrior's hard cock and was
proud of his own male display. The moment he'd been waiting for all his life
had come; he loved this old man dearly and would show it with his body.
Song Bird needed to get closer to the pair. He crawled on all fours
towards another bush, leaving behind his gathering basket of berries. The boy
managed to hide only a stone's throw away from the men. He stared at their
hard wet dicks with awe.
Coyote Thief was ready to initiate Big Horn in his People's ways of male
love. He turned around, slapping over his butt in a gesture that they should
backwards embrace. After only a slight hesitation, Big Horn turned from the
warrior and stepped back. He felt the exciting touch of his sweaty ass on the
man's. Their hands found each other and clasped. The brave trembled.
"Big Horn, I wait ah moon to do this rite you," explained Coyote Thief.
He spoke with words the young brave had been teaching him since being together.
"A Mahyee-na rite!"
Big Horn pondered over what the warrior had said. Not all the words were
correctly spoken but he gathered their meaning except for 'Mahyee-na'. Coyote
Thief rubbed his butt against his as if to emphasize that what they were doing
was significant.
"I have waited a long moon for us to embrace in love," answered Big Horn.
"What is a 'Mahyee-na' rite?"
Coyote Thief released the brave's hands and turned to him. He gestured
with his lusting eyes at Big Horn's hard cock what he meant. He glanced down
at his own erection with a fierce grin. Its display of male power closely
matched that of the brave's.
Big Horn thought he understood. When Coyote Thief opened his arms to him,
the brave eagerly accepted the warrior's offer to embrace. Naked! Their hard
bodies came together. Muscled arms went around each other in a bear hug, cock
on cock. Before Big Horn could believe what was happening, he found his male
body responding to the man's need for love making. It was both natural and a
little strange; his body performed the mating ritual while his head was still
grasping the notion that they could actually love... were bonding as men!
Coyote Thief sighed with longing. He'd not embraced a male of his species
for many moons beyond counting. Night Moon had served as his loving companion
to relieve his lust but it wasn't the same as having a man's full love. He
placed his heart in the hands of this enemy brave without any fear.
Song Bird grew wide in the eyes. When he thought the warrior's beastly
act with the stallion was the most fantastic thing he'd ever witnessed, the
men's naked embrace went beyond his wild imaginings. Boys had talked about how
a newly married man seeded his wife but to actually watch sex a kin to love
making between two men... The boy felt his pole stiffening against his front
flap. He realized his excitement came from an act that should be disgusting.
He'd heard the battlefield horrors of fallen warriors getting raped. What
these two men were doing wasn't anything like that.
Big Horn was thinking this same thing. An enemy warrior was doing sexual
battle with him. Their cocks beat against each other like short spears. It was
a matched contest. Coyote Thief grunted from their struggle, his strong arms
pulling over his back as if to dominate him. The brave cast down his fears to
relish what they did. His arms held the enemy warrior, one hand reaching low
to feel over the man's humping ass. He felt his own being taken in hand.
Thrills built up in his loins. But unlike his embrace with Crying Loon,
Coyote Thief was his equal. Big Horn needn't be afraid to unleash his full
fury as a man to satisfy his lust with him. A boy was too small for that. He
saw power in this warrior's gleaming eyes - a sexual longing for him. There was
also love in their hearts for one another. A much stronger feeling than what he
could experience with a boy. He understood why Coyote Thief had waited for the
passing of a few moons before offering him this embrace. They loved instead
of only lusting for each other for their loin's sake.
"Oh, Coyote Thief!" murmured Big Horn. He felt something soft pressing
onto his lips. When the swooning brave opened his eyes, he saw that the old
warrior was kissing him. It didn't seem strange. He kissed the man back with
all the love that he felt coming from his heart. It was very sweet.
Coyote Thief was glad that Big Horn didn't reject his kisses. Ever since
he'd seen husbands kissing their wives before departing on a long hunt or the
warpath, he wanted to experience that same tenderness for himself. What was so
different for him to be kissing a man? His heart had love inside it that could
be expressed for another human being. He'd chosen Big Horn as his lover, that
'enemy brave' Snarling Bear had foretold from his vision when he was a boy. So
many summers of loneliness had to pass before it came true. The old warrior
realized that he wouldn't be lonely any longer.
Song Bird watched the men's love making with a silly grin. He couldn't
know what their hearts were feeling and that they were being bound together
by their act: adult bodies joining as close as two males could get. The boy
could only see with imperfect eyes.
Big Horn understood at last what he was inside. Coyote Thief had freed
him of the fear that his path had been twisted; wrong. His heart could love
another completely! Not for only lust. The brave accepted what this warrior
was offering him with a happy shout. He kissed him from love; held the man's
heated body close to his own and stabbed him for love. In return, he was given
love by a strong man who was wise and a proven warrior. They could become
lovers while remaining proud men.
Coyote Thief felt the brave's full acceptance of what they did. Not from
their bodily expression that could have been from lust but when Big Horn's
eyes revealed to the warrior what was inside his heart. His shy spirit had
finally been set free so that he could be a man. He was truly Mahyee-na.
The warrior's cock surged when he came to Big Horn's belly. He joyfully
added his seed to that of Night Moon's on their bodies. Pleasure exploded in
the warrior's head unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. It was a
strong sensation, binding him to this brave as his mate.
Big Horn heard the man's groan of satisfaction. He didn't want to break
from their sweet kissing to look down at Coyote Thief's male release; he felt
them against his heaving belly. There was no reluctance from his loins to give
up what he'd been saving to give this warrior. His cock stiffened and spat.
The many squirts given to his new lover were thrilling and a long time coming.
He groaned with male relief when it was finished.
Their kissing turned into a frantic sharing of breaths. Big Horn took in
Coyote Thief's heated air to fill his lungs, making them one. The warrior saw
what the brave was doing so he drew in his breath. Kisses came between gasps.
There was a sparkle in Big Horn's eyes that touched the warrior's heart. He
saw the love being awakened in the young brave. Love showed in his own eyes.
"I love you," said Coyote Thief. "Ah moon wait to say love you!"
Big Horn almost cried from hearing the warrior's words. He didn't care
that they were clumsily said but that the man tried speaking them in his own
language. They couldn't hand gesture because of their tight embrace. Words
weren't really needed. They had expressed their love with flowing cocks,
kisses and wide open eyes that had shown what was deep inside their hearts.
"I love you, Coyote Thief!" Big Horn wanted the man to hear him say that.
"Hmm. Ahn teh-la Mahyee-na, jeh-eb Big Horn!"
The brave smiled. Coyote Thief sometimes reverted to the language of his
Spear-bearing People when he forgot to whom he was speaking. The strange
sounding words only reminded Big Horn that this was an enemy warrior with
different ways and customs. An exciting thing.
"Mahyee-na?" asked Big Horn. He'd heard that strange word before from
Coyote Thief but he hadn't been given a complete explanation for it.
"Ah. Love to do... Na-mayee!" When Coyote Thief saw that the brave didn't
understand because he lacked the proper words to speak, he was forced to pull
from their embrace. His hands flew with the freedom to gesture. 'A man accepts
love from another man,' the warrior explained. 'A secret society of my People
whom Snarling Bear is leader."
Big Horn nodded thoughtfully. "Was Snarling Bear your first lover?"
A understanding gleam came from Coyote Thief's eyes. 'No. My shaman took
me into his lodge when I was without parents. Raised me through boyhood. At
age of eleven, he initiated me like all the other boys in our tribe.'
'How initiated?' asked Big Horn. He suspected what the warrior was trying
to tell him.
Coyote Thief grinned. 'What any man offers from his loins to help a boy's
weak releases turn strong.' The warrior didn't want to admit that he'd been
given that rite in his butt.
'A growing up rite,' gestured Big Horn. 'In our tribe, the father or
uncle of a young teen boy is sometimes given this rite to help his loins
mature.' He had performed that for Crying Loon but felt reluctant to admit it.
'Ah, yes. A few of these boys grow up into men who seek other men. They
become Mahyee-na. You are proven Mahyee-na, Big Horn. I will initiate you in
our tipi tomorrow night.'
Before Big Horn could ask what that rite involved, he saw Coyote Thief
run from him towards some bushes. He pulled out a kicking boy from them. Both
of the warrior's strong hands kept hold of the youth's armpits when he was
carried aloft. It was Song Bird. The struggling youth was unable to get away
when he was carried back to Big Horn.
"A rabbit!" said Coyote Thief. He saw the alarm in Big Horn's eyes but
ignored it for the anger filling him since their love rite had been observed.
The boy didn't cry out. He continued to kick his legs in the air and his arms
swung out to strike the warrior holding him.
'He is the chief's son,' gestured Big Horn in warning.
Coyote Thief felt his anger cooling. He wasn't worried so much by who
this boy was but that he'd tell others of what he'd seen. The warrior noticed
an interesting bulge under the youth's front flap. It gave him the idea of how
to bind him in silence. Within the man's left arm, he cradled Song Bird's
struggling body against his side. That effectively pinned the youth's arms.
The boy's thong belt was pulled from his waist. When his two deerskin cloths
fell to the ground, a healthy erection was revealed. Coyote Thief pointed that
out to the brave with a hearty laugh.
The warrior began fingering the boy's foreskin. That caused Song Bird to
struggle more fiercely in his left arm; legs violently kicking. Big Horn was
concerned that Coyote Thief could be hurting the youth.
"Be careful that you don't break it off," warned Big Horn with amusement.
The warrior enjoyed his struggling captive. Song Bird's butt felt nice
against his upper leg and tempted him to try something more. Yet Big Horn's
eyes flared at him in warning. Coyote Thief continued to pull over the boy's
foreskin until hearing him cry out. The youth became limp in his arm like a
girl's grass doll.
Big Horn saw the youth's eyes fluttering. He knew that Song Bird had felt
his ending thrills as a young boy, not surprised that his loins didn't have
anything to squirt out from his little dick. Only a few moons had passed since
he'd secretly given him a 'growing up' rite that early morning in his father's
tipi. Another summer would have to pass before Song Bird could cum.
Coyote Thief shifted his heavy burden to his other arm with the youth
being held against his chest. That brought the boy's little butt onto his
hard cock to enjoy. His oozing knob slipped between Song Bird's cheeks. A
careful stab could join their male bodies. If it weren't for Big Horn's
flaring eyes and this being a chief's son, he'd risk initiating the boy as
Snarling Bear had done him in his youth.
Song Bird panted in the warrior's strong arm. His struggling had tired
him, especially after getting his dick thrilled. He felt his body being pulled
onto the front of the man's nakedness, the hard cock pressing into his butt!
He saw Big Horn flare his eyes to the warrior in warning. Song Bird didn't
think Coyote Thief would dare to rape him. He resumed his struggling.
The warrior wasn't ready to let this youth go. He knew that the boy could
enjoy another climax from his hand that would ensure his silence. He cupped
Song Bird's pole with fingers reaching around the boy's small balls. His groin
felt smooth against Coyote Thief's wrist. From the boy's lack of hair there
and the small size of his body, the warrior wasn't surprised that he couldn't
cum yet. That didn't prevent the youth from being pleasured as a male. He
continued to gently palm the youth's erection. His fingers tickled the boy's
soft sac of balls. A revealing gasp came from Song Bird for his efforts.
Coyote Thief felt the boy relaxing in his left arm, eyes closed in
concentration. He was glad that Song Bird was feeling a measure of thrills
from his hard pole. Big Horn gave the warrior an assuring head nod. After a
lengthy pleasuring that brought an angry color to the boy's foreskin, the
warrior lowered him to the ground. His right arm ached.
Big Horn fetched the boy's breechclout flaps and thong belt from the
ground, handing them over to Song Bird with a sly grin. The youth stood
between them unmoving. His thin arms were slow to reach out for his clothes.
'The boy's loins are not yet ripe,' gestured Coyote Thief with a grin.
Song Bird had caught what the warrior's hands had gestured about him.
He glanced at the man's proud display, dripping with male excitement. He
remembered how his butt had almost been stuck on it. A near escape! Big Horn
revealed a hard cock as well. The boy hoped that his small pole would grow to
be just as big when he became a man.
'Go now, spying rabbit!' gestured Coyote Thief. 'Don't tell anyone what
you have seen or I will stick you sharply.' He slapped over the boy's little
butt to send him on his way. Song Bird sprinted towards the river with his
breechclout in hand. He left the two naked men behind, silently promising them
that what he'd seen would remain a secret.
Coyote Thief chuckled to himself. Big Horn smiled with relief that the
incident was behind them. He gave the warrior a fond shoulder slap.
'I saw your desire to stick into that little boy,' Big Horn gestured. He
was relieved that Coyote Thief hadn't.
'The effort would have been too costly for me," the warrior answered with
a frown on his face. He looked down at his proud manly display, gesturing
something further. 'There is a handsome brave that I'd like to rape.'
Big Horn felt a tremendous sexual thrill go through him. The sensation
centered in his butt. He noticed the warrior's lusting eyes over it and knew
that they would be seeking a connection that would bind them as lovers more
intimately than a simple belly rub. The warrior's cock was still erected. He
turned around with legs spread to offer himself to the man's need.
The brave gasped when he felt a finger slipping through the crack of his
butt. It rubbed suggestingly over his hole. The sensation was both thrilling
and scary. Big Horn knew there would be pain to take in the warrior's all yet
he wanted to give that part of himself to Coyote Thief. It would further bind
them as male lovers.
"Ahhhh... Big Horn. Jey-eb Mahyee-na!" Coyote Thief withdrew his seeking
finger after much reluctance. His throbbing cock ached him to stick in but
that could wait until tomorrow night for a proper initiation of the brave.
Big Horn stood up. He turned to the warrior with shy eyes and wondered
why his butt hadn't been taken. Coyote Thief reached down to the ground for
their breechclouts. He covered himself with the wrong length of cloth. That
concerned Big Horn until he saw that it was intentional. The warrior had
donned his own thong belt that had a knife and his sacred bundle attached.
'Remove that clear stone I'd lent you,' Coyote Thief gestured while
pointing down at the brave's sacred bundle laying over the grass.
Big Horn swallowed nervously in his throat before doing as he was bid.
The small stone was removed from his bundle. He handed it over to the warrior.
Coyote Thief untied his knife from the belt and cut a slim thong from the edge
of his breechclout. The stone was strung. With a gesture, he had the brave
turn away from him. The warrior's eyes fell lustfully to Big Horn's ass. His
hands pulled the brave's sweaty cheeks apart to place the thonged stone over
his hole. One end of the thong was pulled up Big Horn's butt crack and tied to
his waist belt.
Big Horn watched the warrior's left hand reach around the front of his
body to grasp the stone's loose thong, lifting that end up and tied to his
waist belt. There came a thrilling sensation from his butt hole clasping the
stone. He knew that Coyote Thief's rite was significant.
The warrior's long frilled cloth was brought up from the ground. Big Horn
stood silently as it was wrapped around his waist with only one end of it
dropping down to cover his loins; his butt remained bared.
Coyote Thief smiled. 'Wear my breechclout with pride,' he gestured.
'Yours feels nice around my body so I can always have a part of you with me.
My stone keeps your squaw entrance from the other men to ensure you be virgin.
Tomorrow night, I will remove it with a fitting of my cock in there. Your cock
will also seed my butt in the Mahyee-na rite.'
'Will that rite bind us as lovers?' asked Big Horn.
The old warrior's eyes gleamed with hope. 'Our braided hair love/embrace
rite will accomplish that Big Horn, if you're willing. No. The Mahyee-na rite
joins you into our secret brotherhood of loving men.'
Big Horn didn't know what the 'braided hair love/embrace' rite involved
but if it would bind his heart to this warrior's, he would gladly perform it.
The Mahyee-na rite seemed important to Coyote Thief. He wondered what his
responsibilities would be when becoming a member of that society.
'Go now,' commanded Coyote Thief with a harsh hand gesture. 'Leave me to
the preparations of your rite. Restrict yourself from eating, sex and don't
return to my tipi until night has fallen on the morrow.'
Big Horn's eyes pleaded for a further explanation about what was going to
be happening tomorrow night. Coyote Thief turned from him to gather the reins
to his stallion. Without another word, the old warrior led his horse along the
river bank. The brave watched them disappear into the distance.
With an anxious sigh, Big Horn crossed the river to return to the tipis
of his tribe. He'd be sleeping in his uncle's tipi this night. A coolness was
felt from his backside. The brave realized that he'd have to endure the
curious stares of his tribesmen for having his butt bared.
Coyote Thief's stone bobbed against his hole with each of his strides.
Almost, Big Horn felt that his butt would suck it inside him. The warrior had
said that the stone guarded his squaw entrance from being taken by other men.
His butt was left uncovered... The brave drew in a trembling breath. He
couldn't wait for the warrior to stick into him during their ritual.
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