-------------------------------------------------------------------------
    BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-2                         "Brave Willow Bird"
    (Part #2 of 9)                              Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
    -------------------------------------------------------------------------

       My teeth chatter. I finish pissing and head back to Left-hand Bow's
    lodge in a rush. After entering it, I lay down by the fire and close my
    eyes. Sleep takes me.

       Morning comes. I peek through the lodge's smoke hole and see a white
    glow. Father Sun has risen but not enough for me to see His fiery face. I
    try returning to sleep yet voices in the lodge prevent me...

       I raise my head in a rush. Something is wrong here! The warrior's
    puzzled stare alarms me. In his arms is a frightened squaw. A young naked
    boy smiles at me from his sleeping mat. He begins to giggle.

       I quickly offer them a hand gesture of peace. The warrior nods his head
    and pulls himself from the arms of his wife. They are both naked under
    their buffalo skin.

       "You are an unexpected guest," says the warrior. "Are you the boy who
    has come with Big Horn from the Muddy River Tribe?"

       "Yes. My name is Willow Bird," I rush in reply. "I've returned here to
    sleep by mistake after relieving myself in the night. I thought this was
    Left-hand Bow's lodge."

       The warrior grins. "I am Catches Eagles. Come with me and I'll take you
    back to where you belong."

       After covering his body with a long breechclout and a warm shirt, the
    man rises from his sleeping mat and takes me outside. I follow behind the
    warrior in respect. His body looks pale in the foggy morning light. Not
    brown skinned like my People. He wears four feathers of the eagle in his
    tied hair.

       Catches Eagles takes me past two lodges until coming before a third
    one. I look around in dismay. They all look the same to me in morning's
    light. It's no wonder that I had entered the wrong one in darkness.

       "Left-hand Bow, I'm returning your wayward guest to you!" shouts
    Catches Eagles through the door flap.

       The warrior's loud words make me frown. I had hoped to enter Left-hand
    Bow's lodge without his discovery of my embarrassing mistake. The door
    flap lifts when a sleepy-eyed man greets us.

       "Much thanks to you, Catches Eagles. I had wondered where this 'bird'
    had flown off to..."

       Catches Eagles chuckles. He turns from us to return to his lodge. I
    follow Left-hand Bow inside. My eyes spy the dark buffalo skin next to
    the fire. I'm surprised that its absence in Catches Eagle's lodge hadn't
    provided me the clue that I was sleeping in the wrong place.

       The warrior grips my shoulders. His eyes try lifting mine up from their
    shameful place on the floor.

       "Worry not about this thing," asks Left-hand Bow. "In your place, I too
    would lose myself in your herd of round tipis."

       I lift my eyes to the warrior's. His gentle warmth and understanding
    touches my heart. I place my hand over his left breast and smile.

       "You are a good man, Left-hand Bow. I have acted as a bad guest in your
    lodge and ask how I can make amends unto you..."

       The warrior nods. "You are a boy who brings to me much desire! A very
    pretty face, like a girl's. I want you."

       I close my eyes when the man's hand rubs over my face. His lustful words
    have caused me some embarrassment. I gasp when the warrior's strong hands
    feel down my body. He finds my thong belt and unties it. Both of our
    breechclouts drop to the dirt at our feet.

       I open my eyes. The tall warrior is naked before me. I eye the great
    length to his manhood, hard with its desire to take me. It stands against
    his dark groin hair. His balls are large and redish in color. Not brown
    like the men of my tribe.

       I grin when the warrior lifts his arms and tightens their muscles in a
    show of strength. His chest is broad and filled with power. My eyes drop
    down his pale body to look at his butt. It's a big one from the huge
    muscles coming from his upper legs. Probably shaped from the man's
    mountain climbing.

       My body is thinner than this man's though darker in color. I don't have
    his height. Standing next to him, I appear as a boy. It pleases me that
    the warrior is interested to join our bodies. My erection quickly forms in
    anticipation.

       (Left-hand Bow notices the boy's eyes on his hard penis.) "It's not
    felt the tightness of a man's body for a very long time," he explains.
    "Not since Big Horn's last visit with his warrior lover. You a willing boy
    to pleasure me. That good! I like have it kissed first."

       I silently utter the name of Big Horn's dead lover. He had told me that
    Coyote Thief and him enjoyed a lusty visit with the Moss-bowl men a summer
    ago. From what Left-hand Bow is telling me, he's not fucked for over a year!

       I lower my hands to the warrior's hips. My face brushes against the
    man's hairy groin and I detect a flower-like scent coming from his sexual
    dripping. I mouth over his coarse groin. It's moist with sweat and sweet
    oozing. My kisses make the warrior's belly tremble as if he feels tickled.
    I'm drawn next to his balls.

       I'm in awe of their huge size. His pair of male orbs are redish in color
    and soft to my lips. I playfully suck over them. Manly seed is in them so
    my task is to bring it out into my body with any love act that will coax
    its strong flow. I smile from my lustful thoughts!

       My nose presses against the man's stiff cock and I worship its power. He
    has a real big one! It sticks out towards me in need of pleasuring. Yet the
    brown knob to it is still tucked inside. I try sucking it out of the thick
    skin. I'm rewarded with a clear oozing from its piss hole. A taste similar
    to what I had enjoyed from Big Horn's horse.

       The warrior's sudden thrust gets all of his dick through my mouth. I
    have to push on his hips to keep from gagging. He grips the back of my
    head and thrusts. I'm forced to endure his urgent male need.

       This man has a really big cock like Big Horn's. Not curved though. His
    knob has popped from the skin and slips over my tongue. My lips spread wide
    to accommodate his forward stabs. I try to keep my teeth from cutting over
    his thick length.

       There's a sour taste coming from the warrior's cock. A flavor of aging
    fat that has come from his unfolding skin. It's not too strong in my mouth
    so I won't be chiding the man to be cleaning himself. The sweet taste from
    his male dripping is nice to sip on.

       Left-hand Bow moans. The man keeps his tight grip of my head and makes
    big thrusts. He seems very intent on quickly coming out. A smile fills my
    face from knowing that soon I'll be drinking of his loins!

       I get used to his big size in my mouth. My hands reach around his
    surging body to grip his butt. It's a nice feel of the man's sexual power.
    I'm a boy giving satisfaction to the warrior's need. In return, his sperm
    will fill me. I want it in my belly.

       I'm pushed away. The tall warrior stands apart from me with a wild
    look on his face. I wonder if I've done something wrong? My teeth were
    kept from his sliding length... Doesn't he want me to bring out his seed?

       "It was close," whispers Left-hand Bow. "I want my dick wet to ease its
    passage through your squaw's rear entrance. Not to come out yet."

       I'm filled with relief by the man's words. I turn from him and slap my
    rear end invitingly. The warrior is quick to press his larger body over
    mine. His erection tickles against the crack of my butt.

       "More good to stick into a boy's hole!" says Left-hand Bow as he rubs
    over his companion's soft bottom. "I want my seed in your young body. This
    warrior's gift of strength and maturity unto you, boy named Willow Bird."

       I reach back for the warrior's ass. My hand pulls over his cheeks in a
    suggestive fucking motion. I open my butt to take his long dick in. The
    sensation of feeling his hard knob against my hole is very thrilling. I
    prepare for its penetration into me.

       "Not that way," asks Left-hand Bow. (He points to his sleeping mat over
    the dirt.)

       Our bodies part. I'm led in hand to the ground. Not onto my belly as I
    expected but to lay over his mat on my back. He squats at my folded knees.

       "Put legs on my shoulders," asks Left-hand Bow. "Mine is a very long
    cock. I can fit my all into your hole that way."

       I'm confused by what the man asks. It must be a new fucking position
    that I'm unaware of. He pulls my legs in the air. They rest over his broad
    shoulders. My butt is lifted from the mat in his hungry hands.

       The dark eyes of the warrior peer through my opening cheeks. It must
    give him a thrill to see my hole. His mouth goes to it. I feel his tongue
    pushing inside me and wiggle. It's a very tickly sensation! The man spits
    a few times and swirls it into my opening.

       "A good taste of boy!" says Left-hand Bow. "My dick a big one and your
    hole very tight. I want it wet to fit our bodies together with you no pain."

       The warrior scoots himself closer. His long dick aims for my wet
    butthole. My body is lowered to the mat when our male bodies find
    connection. Utter lust fills the man's dark eyes.

       Left-hand Bow is on his knees. He leans over me when his dick slips
    in. It becomes a very deep penetration. I know that our male bodies are
    fully together when his balls tickle against my cheeks. The man begins his
    urgent motion. I reach my hands out along his folded legs to find his
    muscled butt.

       The warrior grips my shoulders. He leans his face close to mine but our
    lips don't touch. I feel his hot breaths on me. A wild look fills his eyes
    as he fucks me. It's like we're in a battle with each other.

       I enjoy feeling the man's power. His humping ass in my hands is proof
    that he's deeply stuck through my hole and fucking me good. It's a filling
    sensation with only a little discomfort. His long dick is wild with its
    stabs. I'm amazed that the man can fuck me while we face each other.

       I watch Left-hand Bow's dark eyes. I'm enjoying his fierce expression
    that's telling me how my body is satisfying him. A funny surge goes
    through my dick from his deeper stabs. The man must be hitting onto my
    pleasure spot deep inside my butt.

       The warrior growls. He becomes like a wild man to stab me with his
    fleshy spear. I keep my grip of his sweaty rear end. His moment of
    release must be close at hand.

       "I want to come out!" asks Left-hand Bow.

       I give the man a quick nod and a smile in reply. My hands tighten
    around his surging butt to keep his dick very deep in me when he cums.
    The man's breaths hold. The lodge fills with the sound of his squishy
    dick motion.

       The man's low growl announces his powerful release. I try feeling them
    in my asshole but I cannot. I'm startled by his sharp cries of joy. It's
    like the sound a boy makes when in great pain. I know differently. The
    warrior stabs me a few more times until all his seed is given. I welcome
    the emptying of his male body into my male body.

       I'm given a deep fulfillment from satisfying this warrior. His long
    penis has put seed from his body in mine. I'm glad to have coaxed it from
    his loins but without the fear of getting with child because of it. Male
    sex is wonderful that way.

       Our heated bodies slow over the sleeping mat. Loud breaths fill the
    lodge. Our joining is completed. It's thrilling to see sexual relief in
    this warrior's eyes. My dick is aching with its need to come out yet I
    remember my love pledge unto Big Horn to only release when in his arms.

       Left-hand Bow keeps our awkward position while he rests. I feel a cramp
    forming in my right thigh. My hand finds it. When the warrior sees my
    distress, he pulls from my butthole and lowers my legs to the ground. I
    rub over the painful knot in my leg muscle until it has gone away.

       The warrior drops down at my side. He draws in breath as if recovering
    from a long run. I glance into his lap to see his dick stained from my
    butt. I'm amazed that its length had fit all the way through my hole.

       "You have given this warrior a nice release," whispers Left-hand Bow.
    "May my seed fill you with the strength of a warrior! One day you too
    will be feathered. There will be a pretty boy who would welcome your
    strength into his butt."

       The man's words remind me of Song Bird. That boy has already taken my
    dick into his hole and my hole has taken in his. We were already lovers
    by the time his father learned of our Mahyee-na joining. Big Horn has
    warned me that I can no longer embrace my dear friend in love making.
    It's a deep pain that will take me many moons to get over.

       "Why sad thoughts?" asks Left-hand Bow.

       I grip the warrior's shoulder to assure him that it has nothing to do
    with him. The man looks down at his nakedness. A smile comes to his face.

       "My happy penis bears your butt stain," explains Left-hand Bow. I'll
    proudly wear its paint to remind me of this morning's sweet
    accomplishment. You the first boy to take in my seed."

       I can only nod at the warrior's bold words. A funny thought drops into
    my head. Will this man be walking around the camp with his front
    uncovered to show everyone what he's done to me?

       My leg still pains me. I slowly rise from the mat to stretch out my
    body. The warrior continues to sit while staring at me with bright eyes.
    I turn my butt to him and slap over it with much pride. This gets the man
    to chuckle.

       "There are a handful of warriors in camp who would welcome you as a
    guest in their lodge!" suggests Left-hand Bow with a grin.

       Big Horn's words return to me. He has promised a lusty visit with this
    tribe's men. I wonder if there are any boys who would embrace what my body
    can offer them? Until my naming rite, I'm free to embrace other boys
    without fear of shame or reprisal from their parents.

       Something trickles down my thigh. My hand discovers the warrior's thick
    seed mixed with my butt stain. I look around for something to clean myself
    up with.

       "Go to Spirit Lake," suggests Left-hand Bow. "It makes for an icy bath
    but a refreshing one. Its waters much sacred by our People. Go to that
    direction."

       I nod my head in thanks and leave the man's lodge. My half breechclout
    is tied over my body while I walk in the direction he has given me. A
    coolness is felt over my butt. The people that I pass give me sly smiles.
    Do they know that I have a fucked ass?

       I count two handfuls of tree barked lodges before they end. The light
    of morning reveals to me the great size of their camp. I've heard the
    Moss-bowl People's boast of having over a fifty warriors. It must be true.

       Strange trees come into sight. They look like tall shaggy bushes with
    finger-sized green bristles. No flat hand-sized leaves as I expect a
    proper tree to bear. I follow a rising path of stone into them.

       There's a strong odor coming from the trees. It's a smell that I had
    detected last evening. Their short branches begin low to the ground and
    prevent me from looking past them. Birds of blue color chirp out an alarm.
    I hurry up the stone path.

       It becomes a steep climb. The stones of this path were placed by a man's
    hand, I notice. A kind of stairs that go up and up. My breaths race through
    my mouth before the steps end.

       The thick trees give way to a wonderous sight: a small lake. Its waters
    are contained by giant stone teeth that rise high above me. I feel like a
    small acorn inside the mountain's mouth.

       I drop my breechclout and enter the small lake. My legs are stunned by
    the freezing water. It's a chill greater than what I've had to endure in
    the muddy river at home!

       I quickly splash water over my body. All signs of my recent love making
    disappear. Only in my butt could proof be found that I've allowed a man to
    seed me. I'm honored to have taken that warrior's strength into my body.
    He has a really long dick!

       My thirst is felt. I cup my hands and bring up the icy water to drink.
    I'm amazed by its refreshing taste. No sign of mud in it as I'm used to
    drinking. My limbs begin to tingle. Left-hand Bow is right to say that
    this is a Spirit Lake.

       The hairs at the back of my neck raise up. I turn around to see that
    I'm not alone. It's a boy of eleven. He wears a white breechclout and in
    his hands are empty water skins. He's unmoving as if stunned for some
    reason. I look down at my nudity. Perhaps the People of this tribe don't
    uncover themselves in front of others when taking a bath.

       I slowly step from the lake to approach the youth. He has a cute face.
    The length of his hair has been cut back to his neck. A fluffy white
    feather cap is worn over his head. It reminds me of Song Bird's Wah-ha
    head cloth.

       I spy my breechclout on the ground but decide not to don it yet. The
    boy's staring has given me a thrill. I slowly close the distance between
    us. The youth watches me with a curious expression; his longing for
    something?

       "I am Willow Bird from the Kalinlepi Tribe..."

       (The youth breaks from his silence.) "I am Sun Beam, an appointed
    drawer of water from this sacred lake. You are the boy who has come with
    Big Horn?"

       I nod my head. The youth seems troubled by something. He glances at a
    medicine pole stuck in the ground at the lake's edge. Fluffy white
    feathers are strung in a long thong over it. It's similar to the feather
    cap that this youth wears. An alarming thought strikes me.

       "Tell me, Sun Beam. Have I broken a taboo of your People by bathing
    here?"

       (The boy shakes his head.) "Not a taboo really, but bathing in this
    lake's sacred water is only done by newly wedded couples. After their
    bonding ceremony, the warrior and his squaw make love on its bank to
    ensure that children will come to them."

       Relief fills me. I'm glad that I've not broken any taboo. The boy
    lowers his eyes as if greatly embarrassed. His face is burning. I reach
    for the youth's slim shoulders to calm him.

       Sun Beam peers up at me. He seems to welcome my friendly hold but he's
    very shy. I feel something wanting in him.

       "Is it true that you're Mahyee-na?" asks the boy.

       I stand up tall and answer, "yes. I am. A warrior of your People has
    made love to me this morning. He told me that I could clean my body in
    this lake."

    (The youth lowers his eyes in shame. He's curious to ask which love act can
    be done between two men but his mouth remains tightly shut. The water skins
    in his hands remind him of the morning task needing to be performed here.)

       "I should be filling these skins," whispers the youth.

       I stand away from Sun Beam and look towards the lake. The boy undoes
    the stoppers to his water skins but he doesn't approach the water. He
    seems reluctant to continue.

       I gesture for the youth to be at his task. Sun Beam steps up to the
    medicine pole and covers it with his cap. Low ritual words are spoken. He
    turns to the lake but glances in my direction before entering it.

       I'm surprised when seeing the boy untie his breechclout. He enters the
    lake naked to fill his water skins. I look over his small pale butt with
    lust. Song Bird's brown cheeks were this boy's size last summer.

       A familiar blood-swelling fills my penis. My lust for this boy has my
    cock erecting against my belly. I cross my arms over my chest like a strong
    warrior. I'm waiting for Sun Beam to notice my manly excitement for him.

       I watch the youth fill his water skins in the lake. His body is a
    little pale. Does he cover himself from the darkening effects of the sun?
    Catches Eagles' body was a similar color. That warrior had worn a full
    breechclout and a shirt.

       Sun Beam doesn't wear a shirt. Yet his chest is pale in color as if it
    hasn't been touched by Father Sun's hand. I look to the sky. It's filled
    with clouds that block out the sun. A morning fog or do these People live
    without strong sunlight?

       The boy turns for the bank with his water skins filled. His eyes keep
    low to the ground as if he were a shy girl. I gaze at his front nakedness.
    My eyes shine when seeing that the boy has an erection. A smooth groin
    though. I doubt that even a clear release can come from his loins.

       I walk to Sun Beam before he can reach his breechclout. He glances up
    my hard body and peers timidly into my eyes. My gentle hands take hold of
    his shoulders. Our bodies touch. I can see in the youth's eyes that he
    feels a male's excitement from our closeness. Does he understand what I'm
    offer him?

       My lust is shouting at me to take this boy for my pleasure! I want to
    kiss over his small body and join mine to his in some wonderful love
    making; a sucking of his stiff pole for a drink or to have him perform
    his first manly act by sticking into my butthole. I'm a coiled snake ready
    to pounce!

       My vow unto the Mahyee-na brotherhood comes to mind. I take a deep
    breath to calm myself from my intended attack. I've brought this young
    boy as far as I can to embrace sex with me. The next move is his. His
    dark eyes mirror a struggle within. I know the youth's thoughts.

       Long ago, I too had been in this boy's footsteps. An older boy named
    Broken Bow had taken me into the woods with his offer to compare our male
    bodies. I knew that what he wanted to do with me was sexual. A thrilling
    and frightening thing. Yet my curiosity and lust had won out. Broken Bow
    had his way with my body. Will I be given a chance to show this sweet boy
    how his small body can be pleasured?

       A slight breeze caresses our nakedness. Yet I'm not chilled. A burning
    sensation fills my left pointing finger where my silver ring had been. Sun
    Beam drops his water skins so that he can hold my hips. I reach out my
    hands in their offer to carry the boy up my body.

       A bold change comes over Sun Beam. His hands try reaching to my
    shoulders. I grip his upper back and bring the boy onto my body. Our
    dicks press nicely together. When the boy's hands have a firm grip of my
    shoulders, his legs wrap around my butt and his thrusts begin. My hands
    reach back for his wiggly rear end. A joy fills my heart that this youth
    accepts male pleasuring.

       I'm reminded of my first embrace with Song Bird in the river from last
    summer. We had held each other with the urgent need to do something with
    our hard bodies but without knowing what it was. Ours was a sweet embrace
    of boyish innocence. It wasn't until Big Horn's lusty embrace that I
    learned how two males could sexually bond.

       Sun Beam isn't unknowing. He keeps a grip of my shoulders while doing
    battle with his fleshy stick against my spear. An unmatched contest. My
    longer dick presses against his boy size with much pleasure for me.
    There's a greater thrill to be making love with a boy than in the arms of
    a man, I realize with some guilt. Our embrace may get me to come out.
    That's a thing I should only allow in Big Horn's arms.

       The sweetness of this young boy begs my loin's joining to his maleness.
    I press my face against his soft hair and breathe him in. It's a clean,
    youthful scent of boy. If our embrace results in a wet ending for me, I'll
    admit it to Big Horn and hope that my weak moment will be forgiven.

       My thrills increase. I'm getting caught in the simple bonding this boy
    is offering me. My arms keep his small body held in mine. His butt is so
    wiggly in my hands! I take his quick stabs against my dick. Where has this
    youth learned to belly rub? Probably from an older brother or boyhood
    friend.

       My thoughts return to Song Bird. Our embrace in the river had been a
    sweet one like mine now with this youth. Yet my friend's heart had joined
    with mine because of our years of closeness. We have known each other from
    early boyhood. Enjoying a sexual embrace with Song Bird had been a
    completion to our spirits, flesh and our hearts. I can only offer Sun Beam
    a simple joining of our male bodies for only pleasure's sake.

       It's enough to give this young boy his thrills. I'm enjoying the warmth
    of his small body in my arms. He seems to need it. I take his stabs against
    me while preventing my stronger body from overtaking his in lust. I allow
    the youth to control the pace of our love act.

       Sun Beam cries out. The joy of it brings a smile to my face. There's no
    telling warmth on my belly. The boy has only achieved a dry release. He
    continues to stab his little dick against my swollen man's size. Breaths
    are held. This youth is trying to catch many thrills before his body tires.

       I begin to feel the nearing of my release. But unlike this boy, my loins
    can spill to our bellies. I cast away my feelings of guilt to make proper
    love to Sun Beam. My hands become harsh over the boy's wiggly bottom.

       The boy's sharp outcry! He pants against my chest as if out of breath.
    I make a big thrust against his pole and come out. My joyful cries follow
    the boy's. It makes me proud to complete our love act with my gift of
    sperm coming to this youth's body.

       Sun Beam's hands push on my shoulders in want for me to drop him down
    to the ground. A strange, frightened look comes from his face. Was he
    surprised by the sharp thrills his penis has given him?

       "You performed well," I explain to the young boy. His eyes won't look at
    me. Embarrassment? I give him more words. "There is no shame for what we've
    done. It's a common game that the lusty boys of my tribe like to play..."

       I follow Sun Beam's gaze to his chest. My thick streaks of cum run down
    his pale body. An understanding comes to me. This boy didn't know that our
    belly rubbing would get my penis to come out to him. I wonder if he has
    ever seen a man's seed before?

       Sun Beam reaches down for his breechclout. He's quick to tie it around
    his small body. No words come from him in reply. After a quick peek at me,
    the boy takes up his water skins and he runs away into the trees.

       I release a troubled sigh. My embrace with the youth had ended in an
    unexpected way. He was frightened by what my loins has spilled to him.
    Why? When I gave Day Rabbit, a boy of eight my seed, he was glad to have
    it spread over his small loins to help his body mature. I could have
    offered Sun Beam that same 'growing up' rite if he hadn't run away.

       I look down at my dick. Its head is still popped out from the thick skin
    while oozing sperm. A grin comes to my face. Left-hand Bow's cock had given
    me all its cum with my brown stain over its length to prove where it had
    been. My butthole feels a small release from it. I reach some fingers in.

       After gathering the wetness between my cheeks, I look at it. The white
    flow of a man's seed! I pull over the wet end of my dick to join mine with
    that warrior's. It excites me to hold our mingling cum. I spread it over
    my stiffening dick and offer it a boy's simple pleasure.

       I think back to my embrace with Sun Beam. He was a sweet boy that
    reminds me of my dear friend Song Bird. They have similar bodies; small
    in my arms!

       The pulling over my erection is giving me good thrills. I begin holding
    breaths. My butt humps in and out and my hole aches from holding a lot
    more of that warrior's seed inside it. I reach back to hold my rear
    softness while making a lusty daydream.

       Song Bird clutches my body. We are embraced in the sweet love that two
    boys can offer each other. A simple mating position but one that will
    satisfy us both. I tell the boy how much I love him. He remains silent but
    I know that his heart accepts my true words. His fond squeeze of my butt
    cheek is his silent reply.

       Someone squeezes my shoulder, startling me from my lone act. I open my
    eyes to find Big Horn at my side. He stares at my long dick. His face is
    filled with much humor from having caught me beating off.

       "Let me take care of you," offers Big Horn. (The warrior unties his
    breechclout and he opens his arms to his boy lover.)

       I eagerly enter the man's embrace of warmth and love. Our bodies fit
    together nicely. I find his butt and pull over it with a rushed love beat.
    Between our bellies, my long dick conquers his limp penis... Big Horn
    hasn't erected! I giggle at him.

       (The warrior squeezes his companion's soft butt.) "Has it been filled?"
    he asks in a knowing manner.

       I slowly nod my head. Big Horn grins. He peeks down between our bellies
    to see that my long dick is in an unmatched contest with his limp size.
    I'm surprised when the man pushes me away.

       (Big Horn turns his back on the boy.) He slaps over his butt and asks,
    "mine needs filling!"

       I eagerly nod my head at the warrior's offer. He spits to his fingers
    and wets his hole in preparation. I take my long dick in hand and aim it
    through the crack of the man's butt. My breath trembles with anticipation.

       Big Horn bends over with his legs spread. My hard tip finds an
    entrance to his butt and slips in. A slimy warmth surrounds my dick. When
    my balls press up against his cheeks, I know that our bodies have fully
    joined. I reach for his hips and begin my urgent stabbing. It's exciting
    to be fucking a man's ass!

       I grin when hearing Big Horn's moans. He likes feeling my thrusts in
    his squaw hole. My left hand searches for his cock. I find it lifting up
    against his belly. My pulling over it will give the man his own pleasure.

       My body humps in a man's motion of sex. It still amazes me that two
    males can join their bodies in this way. The thrills build up in my dick.
    I push through the tightness of the man's ass and moan. My breaths begin
    to hold. I know that my seed is really wanting to come out again.

       Some guilt fills my heart. I've already spilt my love in another's
    arms; a cute boy. He was too young to wet my body in love and my gift
    wasn't well received by him. I decide to keep Big Horn from learning about
    what I've done.

       A strong hand comes to my surging backside. Big Horn feels the violent
    motion my butt is making as I fuck his butt. Some pain comes from my hole.
    It reminds me that a warrior has stuck into me only a little while ago. My
    body has his sperm while I labor to give the man in my arms my own.

       I moan in pleasure when Big Horn backs into my forward stabs. My dick
    goes in deeper from our lusty connection. He grunts. It pleases me to
    hear that from the man I'm fucking. A proof to the virility of my manhood.

       A warning tingle shoots through my dick. I grip Big Horn's sides to
    bury my gushing cock deep into his butthole. My cries announce to him my
    sweet accomplishment; the filling of his body with my seed. I go deep into
    myself while enjoying the intense thrills. A handful of squirts. Too soon
    my loins empty of seed to give this dear man.

       I try catching my breath. After coming out twice in so short a time,
    I'm not surprised that my body is feeling weary. Big Horn pushes on my
    belly to separate us. He turns around and holds me against him. I'm glad
    for his arm's support for me to rest in.

       My butt is pulled on. Big Horn has taken my body to fulfill his own
    male need! His face presses against my neck. I feel his wet kisses over my
    skin. They make me tickle.

       Stabs are made against my belly. My dick is still swollen and I feel
    some pleasure from the man's harsh thrusts. His body has grown with much
    excitement from what I've done to his butt. This is his need to release
    seed. I welcome the urgent love making that he brings me.

       Our bodies find a lusty beat and dance to it. I mouth over Big Horn's
    chest and suck on his hardening nipples. The sweat of his body in my mouth
    is very exciting. A man's musky scent. I find his other brown tit and
    playfully bite over it.

       "You are a frantic pup!" comments the warrior. (He enjoys the feel of a
    boy's stiff length against his larger penis. It surprises him that it's
    still hard after cumming in his butt.)

       My feelings of guilt return. I've fucked my lover and he performs a
    sweet belly rub with me like Sun Beam. I would rather have Big Horn make
    love to me in a different manner.

       "I'm happy to be in your arms," I whisper to Big Horn. "Your need for
    love making doesn't have to be a simple belly rub. I offer my body in any
    way to pleasure yours! If you so desire, I can turn around and back onto
    your cock for you to fuck me."

       (Big Horn shakes his head.) "Your offer is very tempting... Yet I'm
    satisfied to be in your arms, Willow Bird. Your butt is already filled and
    now so is mine. I only need to hold you close like our first time when we
    mated. It's a great joy to love you."

       I grip the man's body more tightly. My tears flow. I'm feeling very
    love sick by his words. His surging arms around me is happiness. I take
    his stabs against my maleness and his kisses are love itself. Big Horn is
    worthy of my heart! I seem to forget that when in the arms of a boy.

       I try forgetting my guilt. Big Horn's body is coming to the quickening
    part when his hard penis becomes savage against mine. The man growls out
    like a bear. His hands over my butt slam my body against his while I try
    keeping a hold of his sweaty rear end. His kisses to my neck turn to bites.

       I hear my warrior's joyful cries when his loins flow strongly to my
    chest. It pleases me that he is coming out. His loud breaths fill this
    sacred place. I realize that we've made love where others could have
    looked upon it.

       I take a quick look around while the man recovers in my arms. He takes
    in breaths more urgently than myself. I look into his eyes for any sign of
    pain. None. Only his love for me peers out from them.

       A movement draws my attention. It's a young brave who approaches us
    with a sly grin on his face. Big Horn nods at him in recognition. The young
    brave gives me a puzzling hand sign before escaping down the forest path.

       "Who is he?" I ask.

       "That's Frozen Finger, one of the chief's sons. I had spent a long
    night's discussion with him and his father about the recent events of our
    tribe. It had prevented me from joining with you in Left-hand Bow's lodge."

       "What hand sign did he give me?"

       Big Horn laughs. "He gestured that you were a busy bee!"

       I laugh with my lover. It's a good thing to find acceptance of male
    love from a tribe not our own. Big Horn loosens his arms from my body. I
    take him in hand to Spirit Lake.

       We wade in up to our thighs. I splash the cold water over my lover's
    backside. He washes away the signs of his love from my belly. Sun Beam's
    words return to me about this sacred place. I share it with my warrior.

       "Are you aware that we're performing the sacred rite of these People by
    bathing in this lake?"

       "Which rite?" Big Horn asks with concern.

       "A young boy has told me that newly wedded couples come here to bathe.
    They make love on the shore to ensure that children will come to them."

       Big Horn's smile fades. I see that my words have made him become sad.
    As male lovers, giving each other seed cannot bear sacred fruit. The only
    joy that comes to us is from the trying.

      "I doubt that I'll ever lay with a woman to get me a son," says Big Horn.
    "If I had one, my deepest wish is that he would be like you, Willow Bird."

       My face burns from Big Horn's words. I squeeze his left shoulder and
    wonder if I'm deserved of his trust and love. The chilliness of the lake
    has us scurring out. I cling to my warrior's body for warmth.

       "Which boy has told you about this lake's sacred rite?" asks Big Horn.

       I swallow nervously in my throat before answering the man. "His name is
    Sun Beam. I was cleaning my body in Spirit Lake when this young boy came
    upon me with his water skins to fill."

       (Big Horn comes out of deep thought.) "I remember hearing something
    about the boys of this tribe being given the task of drawing water from
    this lake. An honor for the youth. Did you actually see it performed?"

       I silently nod my head and hope that Big Horn won't press me to say
    more. My love act with the boy would trouble him.

       "Chief Climbs-over-the-mountain has invited us to sweat with him
    tomorrow morning. It's a great honor to bestow upon you, Willow Bird.
    Boys are not often asked to sweat with the men."

       My lover's words sting me. Anger rises in my breast. "I'll be glad
    when my initiation into manhood is done!" I shout. "I've already proven
    myself a man by hunting, bear fighting, love making and the passing of
    other tests to be called 'Willow Bird the boy' all the time. It's a thing
    that's becoming difficult for me to endure."

       "Be patient," commands Big Horn. "If the chief of this tribe had only
    seen you as 'Willow Bird the boy' he would not have invited you to sweat
    with him."

       I nod my head at the warrior's words and calm down. We don our
    breechclouts in silence. Big Horn rubs over my rear end with a sly grin.

       "Was it a good joining with Left-had Bow?"

       I look into Big Horn's eyes and nod. There's no sign of jealousy to be
    seen on his face. I don't think that I could have acted as plainly to my
    admission if in his place. The idea of giving my butt to any needing man
    without it seeming to harm Big Horn's love will take some getting used to.

       "Tell me about it," asks Big Horn.

       I swallow nervously in my throat. Is Big Horn only curious about that
    warrior's sex with me or will he feel hurt by my telling of the account?

       (Big Horn sees the boy's reluctance. He explains his intent.) "I know
    that you love me, Willow Bird and no man will ever steal my heart. Yet
    we're both free to take needing men into our bodies without any bad
    feelings coming between us. That is our sacred obligation as Mahyee-na
    men. I'm only wanting to hear a lusty tale from you to share in your
    sexual accomplishments. I will give you similar accounts after I've had
    sex with other men."

       The man's eyes and his strong grip of my shoulder assures me of the
    truth of his words. I owe him a telling of the thrilling sex that I've
    had since he wasn't there to share in it.

       "I hear your words, Big Horn. It will take time for me to get used to
    my identity as Mahyee-na. I'm discovering that men expect a lusty use of
    our bodies... Left-hand Bow enjoyed mine! Yet that warrior knew to keep
    from taking my heart. My erection didn't release when in his arms."

       "I trust your judgement," says Big Horn. "That warrior was the first
    man that you've had sex with after me. He's not Mahyee-na but he'll gladly
    take what your body can offer him for pleasure and a much-needed male
    release. Are you coming to understand that a body's joining to another
    isn't always done for love?

       My thoughts turn back to the Trickster. He was actually the first man
    that I had sex with after Big Horn. Our bodies joined from my fear of
    death and the dark power of his male lust over me. It had shocked me that
    my body reacted in excitement to his.

       The Trickster had claimed that there was love between us. It proved to
    be false. Only hatred for him had filled my heart! He is dead because of
    it and that has given me some comfort.

       "What is still bothering you?" asks Big Horn.

       "I was thinking about the Trickster..."

       The warrior nods his head. "His hold over you was only sexual," Big Horn
    explains. "Fear had made you vulnerable to his dark power. He is dead! You
    are free of him."

       I give my lover a weak smile. The Trickster is dead. His hold over me is
    gone. A shadow comes over Big Horn's face when a cloud passes in front of
    Father Sun. I'm reminded of a dark dream. The one that I had during my rite
    into Mahyee-na in Big Horn's tipi. I shake my head from its harsh portent.

       "Now tell me about Left-hand Bow."

       My head fills with the lusty happenings in that warrior's lodge. I
    begin my account of it in a clever way. Something Big Horn won't expect.

       "We didn't have sex with each other last night," I begin. "Left-hand
    Bow slept alone over his mat while I warmed myself by the fire. In the
    morning, that warrior didn't awaken with me in his lodge. I had made
    myself a guest of Catches Eagles."

       My ploy works. Big Horn stares at me with disbelief on his face. I nod
    my head to assure the man that my words are true.

       "I know of Catches Eagles," says Big Horn. "He has a pretty squaw with
    him in his lodge. She has given him a son!"

       "I have seen him," I reply. "A cute boy of six."

       "Who filled your butt?" asks Big Horn.

       My face breaks into a smile. "Left-hand Bow, of course! I will give you
    the full account. It's an amusing story to hear.

       "I slept alone in Left-hand Bow's lodge. At least for most of the night.
    I found myself in the lodge of Catches Eagles in the morning. That mistake
    happened when I had returned to the wrong lodge after relieving myself in
    the night. You can imagine that warrior's surprise in the morning!

       "Catches Eagles was very understanding. He led me to where I belonged.
    Left-hand Bow was relieved to get me back as his lodge guest. I owed him
    for my bad behavior so we had sex this morning. An act that I've not
    performed before.

       "That warrior has a very long dick! He wanted it wet before sticking
    into me so I took a few stabs through my mouth. He was so excited that
    his cock had almost come out."

       "I have felt his length in me," Big Horn admits. "It's been nearly a
    year since my lover had first brought me to this tribe. Left-hand Bow
    must have been anxious to stick into a Mahyee-na butthole, especially a
    cute boy as yourself."

       I nod my head in agreement. "Left-hand Bow has told me. We were
    standing in his lodge with my butt offered to his need. Yet the man took
    me in an unexpected way..."

       Big Horn nods in understanding. "Didn't I warn you that the men of this
    tribe have different methods of fucking?"

       I giggle in reply. "You did, Big Horn. I was on my back with Left-hand
    Bow at my knees, his hands lifting my butt from the ground. He licked
    into my hole with his wiggly tongue! When I was wet enough, the warrior
    stuck his long dick in me. It was exciting to watch his tense face as he
    fucked me."

       "My butt was taken by Left-hand Bow in that same position," admits Big
    Horn. "When he finished, my lover took his turn. He claimed that it was a
    first experience for him and that his erection's fit into my hole had never
    been as deep. Left-hand Bow was pleased to have taught that old warrior a
    new trick."

       "It must have been very thrilling to get fucked by the two men!" Big
    Horn grins at my words. A thought strikes me. "What did you do to get your
    dick off?"

       "My lover got onto his back," answers Big Horn. "I tried Left-hand
    Bow's fucking method to put my sperm in. The position allowed for our
    frantic kissing. Left-hand Bow was so excited by our display of love that
    he took his turn fucking my lover. It drained whatever seed he may have
    had left in his loins."

       "Left-hand Bow enjoyed two fucks?!"

       Big Horn grins. "My lover and I had the sperm from two men in our
    bodies. A thing that we've not done before. We went to a place in the
    woods to be alone. I looked into his butt for the signs of its mounting
    and my lover did the same with mine. Our holes were oozing cum. That
    concerned him.

       "My lover believed that the mingling seed from two men would make for a
    fierce battle inside of our bodies. He asked that we perform a rite of
    exocist. I stood back to back with him. We pushed out the seed within us
    while rubbing butts in the first rite of the Mahyee-na.

       "After it had flowed to our feet, my first lover turned to me and
    pissed in my butt. I cleaned out his rear end with my urine's flow. He
    asked that whenever our bodies were filled with the seed from several men
    that we should perform his rite of exocist. Before our visit ended with
    the Moss-bowl warriors, we thrice had to perform that cleansing rite."

       I giggle at Big Horn's strange story. It begs a question though. "What
    was the most number of men that you've taken seed from?"

       Big Horn is quick to answer. "My body satisfied five in a day. I sucked
    out the dicks from a boy and his uncle. My butthole was filled with seed
    from three men. My lover pissed into my butt to 'clean' me and I had to
    drink his urine as well!"

       My face grimaces at the thought. Big Horn waves his dick in his hand
    and pisses a little at my feet. He nods at it in his offer for me to
    drink. I'm struck by the strange thought of swallowing a man's other flow.
    What would it be like?

       Some real mischief comes into me. While Big Horn pisses, I kneel down
    and open my mouth to his yellow flow. It splashes over my face until I
    find his dick with my mouth. I drink from it. The flavor is like downing
    one of the shaman's medicine teas.

       When Big Horn finishes, I stand up and piss at his feet. The warrior
    drops down to take my dick in his mouth. It's a strange sensation to be
    giving the man my urine to drink. I hear his many gulps.

       My bladder empties. Big Horn stands up with a mischievous look at his
    face. He gives me a hug and presses his lips over mine. We kiss deeply.
    I'm startled from it when my mouth is filled with liquid from his.

       "Not as sweet as a man's seed," remarks Big Horn, "but a thing I'm
    glad to have done with my lover!"

       I nod my head at Big Horn's words. My mouthful of piss is swallowed in
    ritual seriousness. This man and I have shared in a thing we have never
    done before. I secretly promise to only drink urine from my lover.

       Big Horn's eyes look past me. I turn around and see a young boy
    watching us. In his hands are empty water skins. It's not Sun Beam but
    another youth of similar age. He wears a white breechclout over his body
    and there's a feathered cap on his head. I like his face. He stares at our
    naked bodies with awe.

       "I'm Willow Bird and this is my lover, Big Horn. How are you called?"

       The youth stutters, "I am... Slow Turtle." (The boy examines their brown
    bodies. He's drawn to their male parts with dark hair; swollen and big!)

       "We've bathed in Spirit Lake," I explain to the wide eyed youth, "and
    our bodies have joined in love on the bank in the custom of your People.
    Go about your own sacred task."

       The youth becomes bold. "That love rite... needs... for one of you to
    be... a woman!"

       I shake my head in disagreement. "This warrior is newly bonded to me.
    Love is embraced by two people."

       The boy has no words to speak in reply. He turns from us and steps up
    to the medicine pole. His feathered cap is placed over the one Sun Beam
    had forgotten to take back. Low words are ritually spoken. Big Horn
    watches the youth's rite with interest.

       The boy walks to Spirit Lake. Unlike Sun Beam, this youth doesn't
    hesitate to drop his breechclout before entering the cold water. I see
    Big Horn's eyes shine. My arms wrap around the warrior's body while we
    watch the naked boy fill his water skins. My dick gets hard. I'm wanting
    to get my lover excited so that we'll have something to show the youth on
    his return.

       I hold the rear of Big Horn's body to me while my left hand gets the
    man's cock to rise. He makes a suggestive flexing of his butt over my
    hard dick. Sticking into him would give the boy a very interesting thing
    to watch!

       The man's body turns in my arms. I'm eager for his warm embrace and our
    eyes stare into one another. We kiss. Passionately! My thoughts of that
    naked boy in the lake fly away.

       Our loving becomes frantic. I have to break away from the man's kissing
    to take in breaths. Over his shoulder, I see that the young boy has been
    watching us. A hard pole is standing against his belly with his hand
    around it. I smile knowingly at the youth.

       "You look strong," I tell Slow Turtle. "When you become our age, a hard
    dick can express your love for a naked companion be it a woman or a man.
    This warrior and I have been giving each other much pleasure from our love."

       Big Horn stares at me with proud eyes. I know that my words are a good
    lesson for the youth to take into his heart. He'll remember them when it
    comes time for his own sexual awakening.

       "Until you reach manhood, it's alright to pleasure your body and find
    release in hand." I turn away from Big Horn and show the boy how it's
    done. My hand pulls over the thick skin of my hard dick. A knowing grin
    comes to the youth's face.

       Big Horn joins me in the lesson. He pulls over his long dick with bright
    eyes. Like myself, the man must be reliving that time in his boyhood when
    he had performed this common male rite to teach his younger friends.

       Our sexual energy touches the youth and binds him into its power. The
    boy drops his water skins and he puts his hand around his pole. A grin
    comes to his face when he pulls over it. I think that the boy has played
    this game before.

       The squishy sound of three males pleasuring themselves fills this
    place. Big Horn takes a worried look around. I share his fear. Our
    earlier love making had been watched by Frozen Finger. Would he approve
    of our act with a young boy of his tribe?

       The boyish magic of this moment ends. We become men again. Big Horn
    reaches down for our breechclouts and ties mine around my waist. My one
    flap is folded over the front of me. I take the man's lengthy breechclout
    and wrap it around his waist.

       Big Horn takes me forcibly in hand to the forest path. He knows how my
    spirit is drawn to boys. The youth is left alone with his naked rite.

       Our brief walk through the trees leads us back to the camp of the
    Moss-bowl Tribe. I'm still in awe of the number of their lodges. A large
    central lodge draws my curiosity. My lover takes me towards it.

    (The youth is disappointed that his two friends have run away. He steps to
    the place in the dirt where they had stood together. His eyes close. The
    boy imagines a lusty happening.)

    (While he's pleasuring his long pole in hand, the two naked men embrace
    over him. The warmth of their bodies presses against the front and rear of
    him. Dicks are pulled in hand. The youth looks up at the men with a grin.)

    (It makes the boy glad to be a part of an adult act. They look down at his
    handling with approval. It's not a bad act to pull over a dick as his
    mother has told him. Two men are doing it. The boy's lusty imagining is
    making him feel real good. His breath rushes out in a high-pitched cry.)

    (The boy opens his eyes. He looks down at the angry colored pole in his
    hand with pride. It's given him a deep thrill. The men are gone yet he will
    always remember their sweet naked embrace and what had been said. One day,
    he will enjoy giving himself to another for an expression of bodily love.)

   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
   {End of file: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-2  Story continues in: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-3}