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EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-8 "Keeping Warm"
{Part #8 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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"Keeping Warm"
| Two Inuit boys of nine and eleven huddle close under |
| their walrus skin covers. The harshest part of winter |
| rages outside their make-shift home; a small cave |
| with the mouth of it walled up with snow bricks. |
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| Their uncle is out hunting. A nearly impossible |
| task because of winter's terrible grip. The storms |
| have lasted for more than six days. Maunewa braves |
| it as he must to feed the boys under his care. He's |
| been out for nearly a day. |
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| The two naked youths sleep together in each other's |
| arms. When awake, the boys are at playing their |
| 'keeping warm' game. |
My cold feet awaken me. I lay them against the warm legs of Netsilik,
my little brother. He continues to rest in my arms like a sun bathing
seal. Soft sounds come from his mouth.
A hunger aches in my belly. It reminds me that our uncle is out
hunting in the storm. The spirit of it howls against our small dwelling.
It tries to get in. I glance at the ice window for signs of morning and
find none. The sun mostly sleeps during the winter moons. When it comes
back to warm the land we'll go to the spring encampment of our People.
Until then, we must endure hunger and the cold.
I wonder how the hunt goes for our uncle? It worries me that he's out
alone in the storm. When I come of age, I'll be at his side to brave the
cold and the hungry bears to hunt as if I were his son. I already accept
him as my new father.
I no longer cry like a little boy when thinking about how we lost our
parents. It happened last spring when the ice floats broke up under the
warm sun. Sedna, the Sea Goddess swallowed up the unwary including our
mother and father. No one knew what had angered Her.
Our father's unmarried brother, Maunewa, took my little brother and I
into his care. This man is of great heart for bringing us to his lodge.
To me especially he gives the deepest of love.
My feet are slow to warm against my brother. How I wish for the return
of summer days! We'd be enjoying the warmth of the sun over our bodies.
Only when swimming in the salt water would we become chilled as if it
were winter. I've had many happy moments from last summer. I wonder if my
brother and I will survive to see another?
One of those fond memories drops into my head. My uncle had taken me
to a distant beach where seals were sunning themselves over the sand. His
roped spear struck one. When he struggled to bring the animal in, I took
up an end of the rope behind my uncle. Together, we pulled the seal back
to us as hunting partners. He was glad for my timely help.
It was my hand that killed the wounded seal. While my uncle kept his
rope taunt, my quick blow to its head with a rock finished the job. It
was my first kill.
I was shown how to cut the animal up. Afterwards, we swam in the ocean
to clean ourselves. Maunewa's strong arms held me against the cold salt
water. I saw his manly excitement for me.
My love for him grew during that summer moon. He showed me what was
in his heart. I didn't understand what was happening but saw it growing
stronger. Something more than what a father should feel for his son.
There was no woman in Maunewa's hide lodge. My brother and I took to
performing the necessary tasks. I learned how to sew animal skins for
clothes and bed covers, made blubber lamps and softened my uncle's kamiks
(leather boots) with my teeth before he went out on his hunts. Netsilik
cleaned our dwelling and performed other tasks. We did this so that uncle
would keep us with him. It's caused some stir in camp though.
Rumors are a damaging thing. The People began to talk about Maunewa's
lack of interest for a wife. His good name suffered. Pride is most valued
by the hunter! I think that our uncle has kept to the hunting paths to
avoid hearing their hurtful whisperings behinds his back. Staying away
from camp has also allowed us to freely make love.
Winter came early. A big storm trapped us in our journey between the
hunting camps. We found this small cave to hide in. Only half an igloo's
worth of snow bricks were needed to close the rocky enclosure from the
winds. We waited and fasted for three days. A meal was taken on the
fourth day, none on the fifth, and the rest of the meat was eaten on the
sixth day when the storm abated.
Our uncle took most of the remaining blubber with him on his hunt. He
knew that we needed food and hoped that the sky would remain clear during
his outing. It hasn't. Another storm came to take the place of its
missing sky brother. Maunewa is caught out in it! From the way our cave's
snow-bricks wall has shifted, I think that this new storm has gained in
strength. Will its long icy hand take hold of him?
I'm worried for Maunewa! Hunting is difficult in a storm. He can only
ice fish or attain a lucky pull of a seal with his spear. Dangerous
animals and ice spirits await him out there. I lift my eyes upwards in a
prayer unto the Great Hunter. "Please! bring Maunewa back to us even if
he returns empty handed. My brother and I are lost without him..."
I tighten my hold around the warmth of my little brother. He turns to
me in his sleep. I hear his stomach growl with hunger. I'm reminded of my
own belly pain. It's with a heavy heart that I cling to him and softly
cry. An anger fills me for my weakness. My tears end.
My feet are still feeling cold. With a hungry belly, my body doesn't
put out much heat. Brisk activity is needed. I want my little brother to
wake up so that we can play our 'keeping warm' game. Uncle had shown it
to me.
I hold Netsilik closer. His hair tickles against my nose. I feel his
soft breaths against my chest. He does like to sleep a lot! I grow
anxious. My hands move down his body until finding his small butt. I
enjoy caressing over both soft cheeks. My fingers reach in for his moist
spot. The boy awakens from my naughty rubbing over his hole.
Sleepy eyes open. I smile when my brother's hands reach around my body
in a tight embrace. His nose presses against my chest. I pull him on top
of me with his little cock swelling over mine. Our game begins.
"When will our uncle return?" Netsilik asks between yawns.
I keep moving our bodies and answer, "soon, I hope." My little brother
gives me a troubled look. It reflects my own fear so I admit, "I'm
worried about him too. We must be patient. It's hard to find animals that
are sleeping during the storm. Maunewa has always returned."
"What if he goes under like mother and father?"
I grip my brother closer as deep pangs ache my heart. Tears fall. I
try holding them back. I'm not hurting from the death of our parents
anymore. It's to lose Maunewa; that would be too much for me to endure.
We're far from our People. Alone. Without our uncle, we'll remain lost in
this cave and will surely die.
"He is a good hunter," assures Netsilik. "Maunewa has to come back...
for you."
I pat my brother's butt. His words are courageous and knowing. I hold
the boy closer to me with the love that I have for a little brother. Our
naked game is more than just to keep warm.
Our rubbing motion under the covers pleasure our bodies. My hands pull
over Netsilik's soft rump while our cocks touch and slowly rub. I'm fully
erected. Our moist flesh presses nicely together. I feel his small
thrusts. His cock has come to size; a hard male finger! I increase the
pace of our game. His smaller body is easy to move over mine. We do it
faster. He's eager to win the sharp thrills that come at the end of
playing it.
I stick a finger through my brother's butt. He likes me tickling over
his small hole. It's moist and exciting to rub over. I'm often bringing
its smell back to my nose. I become crazed like the male sled dog when
sniffing a bitch in heat. Netsilik's butthole makes me so.
I once tried to be in him there. Too much pain came from sticking
through his small hole. My brother won't allow me to try it anymore. It
doesn't hurt when he pushes in. We're often copulating as 'hunter and wife'.
My brother's stabs over my cock become frantic. His belly slides over
mine guided by my hands over his bucking rear end. The effort to win
thrills can be heard from the boy's breaths. They blow hot on my breast.
My cock builds with sweet pleasure from each fleshy rubbing. His butt
tries humping free of my hands. I tighten my hold around his small body
in our race to complete this simplest of keeping warm games.
Netsilik pauses his breaths. He must be feeling intense in his cock. I
grip his flexing cheeks and pull over them with a quick timed beat. My
swollen length embattles his for my sweet ending. I hold a deep breath. A
tightness fills my stomach and a tingling sensation warns me of my
climax. I shoot my cock. My brother giggles when I wet to him several
times. Each of my squirts are thrilling!
Tiny stars dance at the edge of my sight. A weariness fills me after
my flow ends to my brother's belly. The sweet thrills flee away quickly;
too soon to fully enjoy. Netsilik breathes hard after his dry release.
Our warm bodies slow.
A smile comes to my face in remembrance. I was shown this game in
Maunewa's lodge during winter's first snow fall. The man embraced me
belly-to-belly under the covers to keep us warm. His excitement pressed
against me. My deep feelings for him allowed the strangeness of our naked
act to pass over me like a dark cloud. I accepted his manly need. It was
my first time at love making.
My body excited against his. We were embraced like a man does to
express love for his wife. Only, I was the man's boy. At the game's end,
my belly felt his seed. My cock wet to his belly. Since that night,
Maunewa's strong arms have held me close even as we slept. It's made him
very happy.
Netsilik stirs above me. He falls off my body and wipes his hand
across my wet groin to collect my release. I get a thrilling suspicion
for what the boy wants to perform next.
"Turn around," Netsilik asks in the low voice of a man.
I eagerly roll onto my right side. It's not often that my little
brother will play my favorite game! I stick my butt out to him. His hand
reaches in to make the way slick. He uses what I've squirted to my belly.
A thrill goes through me for what our bodies will soon perform.
I feel my brother's hand point his erection through my cheeks. The tip
of it pushes on my hole. It slips in. The stiffness of his cock slides
through my tight body until his balls press against my backside. I reach
back for his butt. It flexes from his first clumsy thrusts. The filling
sensation proves that our male bodies are joined and mating.
My brother's hand pulls hard on my waist. His cock begins a rhythm of
stabs. I stick my butt out to swallow more of his length in my hole. The
'little hunter' is taking pleasure from my body. I'm amazed that a boy of
nine is able to perform it. My only disappointment comes from him not
being able to finish his manly act. I would have liked to feel the
sensation of sperm gushing deep in my hole.
My cock erects from the thrill of penetration. My butthole likes
having a cock fit into it and sliding in and out. Netsilik quickens his
pace. I feel his breaths blow down my back. It makes me proud that my
little brother performs the mating acts of a man. It no longer feels
strange that I'm a boy playing the woman's role of taking male thrusts.
Maunewa has never stuck into me. He explained that he prefers to mount
a boy's thighs than to put his cock into a woman's opening. That's why
he's never taken a wife. Our aged mother's mother had been keeping his
igloo in order for him. It's hard for a hunter to make do without a
woman's labors. When she died in spring, everyone thought that he'd be
looking for a wife. He took in two boys instead.
Maunewa has kept us away from camp and the pressures of what our
People expect of him. It's odd behavior for a hunter. Yet I understand
his spirit and accept his manly love for me.
On occasion we've met up with other hunters. The last man was Winoowee.
His dog sled joined our path almost a moon ago during winter's first big
storm. We set up an igloo together. That hunter was of great pride for
having two wives! Maunewa was offered to relieve himself in the arms of
one. It took clever words but our uncle managed to sleep uncoupled those
three days. When the storm abated, we went our separate ways.
I wonder what Winoowee thinks of our uncle? Will he spread word of how
eager Maunewa was to take in orphaned boys yet avoid the use of one of
his wives? I think that our uncle suspects this. He's kept us wandering
between the camps and now we've become trapped by long storms.
A pain in my butt takes me back to Netsilik. His cock is pulling
nearly all the way out of my hole before stabbing back in again. It makes
for a squishy sound under our covers. I'm proud that my little brother
makes for a big performance.
I understand why my uncle doesn't penetrate me. My brother is small
enough not to hurt me but he can't finish it. His lengthy mounting only
gives him countless dry thrills. I'm curious to take a man sized cock
into my butthole and to fill with his seed at the end of fierce mating. I
would also like to stick into a butt with my long cock.
My brother's rump bucks harder under the covers. I flex mine in time
to my thrusts through my clenched fingers. Beating off is more thrilling
when feeling my hole getting stuck through. I'm going to soon release in
this most thrilling of keeping warm games!
I hear Netsilik cry out. His wild stabs in me slow when he rests. He's
taken full pleasure as a little boy. Since he can't shoot from his cock,
he'll soon be at it again. He doesn't feel the tiring affects as Maunewa
and I do after sperming. My brother can keep mounting me for a long
while. We keep warmer that way.
I build up the thrills in my hard cock. It takes longer for me to
shoot from it a second time. When it does, the sweet pleasure will be
even more intense! I concentrate on getting that to happen. My brother
continues to rest behind me.
To enhance my thrills, I reach back for Netsilik's little butt. My
hand pulls over it. This causes his stiff cock to push deeper through my
hole. I'm surprised when feeling a small hand around my erection. My
brother's grasp around the thick skin pleasures me while I continue
pulling over his butt cheeks.
I get my body to perform wildly. My butt impales itself on Netsilik's
fleshy stick. With a hand over his backside, I slam our bodies together
so that I gain his cock's deepest penetration. My butthole tightens
around each one. I'm enjoying the feel of the boy's stabs. My dick
surges. The youth quickly pulls over its thick skin and makes me feel
intense. I'm going to shoot!
Netsilik hears my loud cry. His hand cups the end of my cock, catching
its strong flow. The brief thrills are nice to enjoy. Almost a kind of
sweet pain. I take in breaths while slowing our bodies against each
other. I'm feeling faint. My ears fill with a storm's mighty roar and I
lose my eyes...
Our uncle is calling out for help! Sedna's ice-water hand tries to
pull him under. Only his outstretching arms kept Her icy mouth from
swallowing him up. It's a slow struggle between them. Maunewa's legs have
become numb in the freezing water. His strong arms manage to pull his
body out. He crawls a long distance. Drifts of snow blow over him. They
make for a white blanket to cover him up. He feels the draw of death sleep.
"Wake up!" I shout. My eyes snap open. A heavy warmth lays over me. My
butthole feels the quick stabs from Netsilik's cock. Inside my chest, my
heart races from fear. A realization sweeps through me. I've experienced
a Vision. It was no dream. Our uncle is in trouble!
My ears strain for sounds. I hear the howl of the storm wind outside
our cave. My brother holds breaths. A squishy noise comes from his cock
plunging through my ass. No more calls from our uncle. Where is he? My
heart warns me to act!
I roll under the covers to separate our bodies. My brother yelps out
in surprise. The cold air assults us. I stand over Netsilik while
listening for sounds again. I'm drawn to the doorway for some reason.
"What's wrong?" asks Netsilik.
I ignore my brother for the moment. My steps take me to the cave's
entrance. I lift the heavy skins to the door and peer out. A blast of
cold chills my naked body. Netsilik complains, diving under the warm
covers. I brave the cold to see what lies outside.
Terror grips my heart! My eyes spy a polar bear laying in wait to ambush
me. I quickly fall back into the cave. The door skins drop back into
place. Netsilik peeks out from under the covers to investigate my outcry.
My vision returns to me: A white blanket of snow for my sleeping uncle.
Quick are my next actions. While shouting out to my brother to aid me, I
rush out the doorway to the white mound of snow that I thought was a bear.
The icy wind eats of my body's warmth. I try ignoring the biting pain.
I dig into the snow mound. My hands hit upon an icy form. It's
Maunewa! I grip his arms and try pulling him back to our cave. Netsilik
pops his head out the door. When he sees that I've found uncle, he rushes
to my side to help. The pink color of his small body contrasts against
the bright white of snow. My brother's teeth chatter from the cold. The
bottom of my feet become numb. Together, we manage to pull Maunewa into
the cave. His low moan assures me that he's still alive.
"Help me to undress him!" I shout. We pull the frozen hides over his
head. I toss them out the door to freeze so that the water can be shaken
out later. We embrace both sides of the man's freezing body with our warm
bodies under the covers. His skin is unbearably cold next to mine. I try
remaining strong.
Netsilik panics. His voice is shouting terrible fears that I shut my
ears from. My grip over his shoulder quiets him. "Hold Maunewa close," I
explain. "Our bodies will warm him up!" It becomes still in the cave. All
we can do is wait.
Terrifying images fall into my head like a blizzard. How did Maunewa
get wet? It's as if he fell through an ice hole... My eyes widen. I Saw
his struggle with Sedna! After our uncle pulled himself out, he must have
crawled back to the cave but fell short of making it into the doorway.
The snow covered him up. If I hadn't thought to look out, our uncle would
have frozen to death so close to help. My vision found him.
I feel along the man's chilly body for wounds. The hairs to his legs
are frozen. I find abrasions on his upper legs and thighs. No blood flows
from them. His butt feels icy cold. The man's penis has shrunk to a boy's
size into his groin. His upper body feels less cold under my hands. Dry
hair. Only the lower part of the man's body had fallen into water it seems.
I shiver from the thought of what Maunewa has had to endure. After
being pulled into an ice hole, his body froze worse than if he had been
naked in a freezing wind like Netsilik and I had been earlier. The spirit
of the Great Hunter must have guided him back to our cave. If not for His
aid and gift of vision unto me, the ice spirits would have draw out my
uncle's life.
I bring my head to Maunewa's face and listen. His breaths are slow but
continue in my ear. It fills me with relief. I feel the melting of his
frozen body between us. It's as if we're embracing a dead seal! I scold
myself for such a bad thought. My prayer of thanks is offered unto Him
for saving my uncle's life. I relax my body and allow sleep to come.
The Cold. Spirits of ice, wind and snow try to eat my small life. I
resist with all of my strength, even to shout out curses against my
plight. I want to live!
My hands grip hard the sharp edges of the ice hole that I've been
pulled into. I beg for the Sea Goddess to spare me. "You've already taken
my parents away!" I shout. She answers, "you've yet to grow in a man's
way. Then we'll embrace love, your flaming flesh to my icy spirit. We'll
become one next time."
Hunger next tries to consume me. The summer sun is high in the sky so
I leave our cold dark cave to visit with neighbors. They will have food
to share.
I enter a hide house to frowning faces with no greetings for me.
Winoowee, the strong hunter living here stands up in anger and points out
the door. His sons throw stones at me. I try asking why they spurn my
desperate visit.
Winoowee is too proud to give me any words. I'm pushed out the door by
his sons. A great fear takes my heart. What have I done wrong in the eyes
of their tribe? I fall through a dark hole of despair. My uncle catches
me. His love carries me far, far away. Netsilik follows us.
I notice my nakedness. In winter, it's a common enough thing in the
igloo but to venture out without covering one's body is not done. I've
shamed myself in wanting to be Winoowee's guest. I sense something more
to that hunter's anger. It has to do with my uncle. Winoowee's mocking
voice shouts out to him, "why haven't you embraced the pleasure of my
offered wife?"
I wake up in the darkness. The warmth of bodies under our covers gives
me some comfort. Maunewa snores. My sleepy thoughts return to my strange
dream.
I think Winoowee dislikes my uncle's special love for me. That hunter
saw it often when I embraced Maunewa each night during the storm. He
attended his younger wife the same way. There's no taboo against love
between a man and his son. My embrace with uncle shares the fleshy
pleasure that comes from our deepening bond. Is my dream a warning of how
our tribe sees us? Would we become outcasts?
Maunewa may know the truth of it. That may be why we've been traveling
long between the hunting camps. The winter storms have forced us to find
refuge in this cave without any food to see us through it. I wonder if
we'll survive for the return of the sun. Often, I'm worrying about this.
My heavy eyes close. I clear my head of troubling thoughts. I'm
content to lay between the warmth of Maunewa's body and my brother. Sleep
takes me away from problems. I welcome dreams...
I feel a hand around my cock. It's grown to size and led through
someone's butt cheeks. I stick into their hole. With a strong hand over
my backside, I'm forced to stab in deep! The hand pulls over my butt in
timed rhythm. I thrust through a tight warm place. My held breaths deepen
the thrills. A release is forced from my body. Squirts out of my cock.
The exploding pleasure is nice but it exhausts me. I return to sleep.
My belly rumbles with hunger. I smell food! My father cuts strips of
blubber from his catch: a nice fat walrus which he's harpooned this day.
He hands me a piece. Yummy! I'm already swallowing the blubbery morsel
after only a few chews. I quickly beg for another. My little brother
scolds me since he's not had any yet.
Netsilik shakes me from my dreaming. I hear his belly rumbling for
want of our father's walrus. He begs me to share some with him. Where has
the food gone?
"Get up," Netsilik shouts. "Uncle is awake. He's stripping his kill
for us by the door!"
I'm instantly up and looking for the food my brother has told me
about. My blubber lamps are empty. Without their light, I can't make
anything out. I hear a familiar voice call out to me. My heart leaps into
my throat.
"Here, take a piece," says Maunewa.
I eagerly take the offering as does my little brother. We quickly chew
on the fat. A seal from its mild flavor. It takes a few more strips of
blubber to satisfy my great hunger.
A small piece is placed in my lamp. The flame is slow to eat its meal.
I know that our cave will soon light up from it. I wrap the covers around
my brother and myself. Maunewa eagerly joins us. My heart almost burst
with relief at his recovery.
"It's good to return," Maunewa announces. "Were my boys worried?"
My eyes widen from his words. He must realize how close to death he
had been! Like any proud hunter, our uncle won't admit to it. Netsilik
and I know the truth.
"I was worried!" shouts Netsilik.
"So was I..." my whisper a very soft one. Maunewa gives me a hug and a
fond butt pat. Something wet drops to my shoulders. The man's tears?! My
blubber lamp is too low for me to see.
"It was for you that I made it back," Maunewa whispers. "Sedna tried
to pull me under. I thought it was my ending in Her freezing mouth. When
I managed to pull myself out, sleep tried to claim me. I heard your voice
warn me from it! It gave me the strength to crawl back to our cave."
"The Great Hunter aided us!" I explain. "In my sleep, He gave me a
vision. I Saw your struggle and where death's sleep had finally taken you
outside our cave. That's why I knew to find you under a blanket of snow.
Netsilik helped me to bring you inside."
My uncle's eyes widen. I see deep thoughts swirling around in his
head. After a few breaths, the man smiles. His arms reach out to me with
deep love.
I rush into my uncle's embrace and cry. My tears of relief fall to his
heaving chest. My neck wets from the man's show of weakness. Yet I don't
mind. I'm glad that he's returned to us.
"If your words are true," whispers Maunewa, "we have the Great
Hunter's blessing upon us. He accepts our love."
I look up to my uncle's face and nod. "It's true," I reply. He trades
his weak tears for a smile. Our wonderful hug shares our warmth in the
cold cave. Netsilik is falling asleep under the covers. I yawn in my need
to join him.
I'm slowly dropped back down to the floor. Maunewa gets under the
covers to sleep with my little brother. I'm pained by my full bladder. I
step to a corner in the cave and piss. My flow is a long one. I try to
hurry it since my body is becoming chilly.
There's something sticking under my foreskin. I pull it back to free
the head of my cock. In the growing light of my blubber lamp, I see its
brown stain. My eyes widen. I bring some up to my nose for a sniff to be
sure of it.
A butt's odor. The skin of my cock has its stain. How did that happen?
I recall my lusty dreaming of sticking through someone's butt. Not my
little brother's. Our bodies won't fit together. A realization sweeps
through me like a flock of startled sea gulls. I've stuck through my
uncle's hole!
After my fingers clean my foreskin out, I proudly walk back to where
Maunewa and my little brother are sleeping. My cold body rushes under the
warm covers. I find my uncle waiting for me with open arms. My body rests
in his.
Sleep won't come to me. I've some burning questions that need to be
answered! I pinch uncle's forearm for attention. He grunts in reply.
I become shy under the man's eyes so my words ask the question in a
stealthy approach. "After pissing, I found something under my foreskin
that had to be cleaned out..."
"What was it?" Maunewa whispers.
"A brown stain." The man only nods his head. My face breaks into a big
grin which causes Maunewa to smile. We both know what I'm trying to ask.
"Winoowee offered me his older wife to sleep with," says Maunewa. "Do
you know why I didn't accept his offer?"
"You wanted his younger wife?" I ask mischievously.
Maunewa laughs. "No. I don't lust for any woman. I'd planned to put on
a good show for that hunter and his wives but my cock wouldn't grow from
the thought of sticking into a woman. My butt would rather get a cock
into it."
I'm stunned by my uncle's bold words. He's never admitted how he
differs from other men though I suspected it. Perhaps his near death has
loosened his tongue. I'm glad for it. Things need to be said between us.
My question comes to mind.
"I dreamed that my cock stuck through someone's butthole. The act was
thrilling and made me come out inside it."
Maunewa replies, "it was no dream. I felt your thrusts."
An uneasy silence comes between us. I'm confused by the man's words. I
can understand why a hunter's cock would seek a woman's opening or even a
boy's but to allow himself to get penetrated is an odd thing.
"My heart is stuck on you," Maunewa explains. "I need to hold you in
my arms and to cause our male flow between us. You've enjoyed our belly
rubbings. To stick into a butt is even better. It binds our flesh
together as our hearts are."
"Netsilik is often belly rubbing with me. It that the same?"
Maunewa pauses a moment before answering. "You love your little
brother and the act keeps you both warm while also pleasuring your
bodies. That's a common boys' game. My love is a fiercer thing!"
I slowly nod my head at the man's explanation. It prevents me from
admitting that Netsilik has also been sticking into my hole. Another
burning question comes to mind. I ask it. "Who else have you offered your
butt to?"
"You are the first boy to put his cock in me," Maunewa answers. "No
hunter has ever performed as I would have wanted it! Yet, I've been
mounted many times."
I frown at my uncle's words. What does he mean? Netsilik is awake and
listens to our conversation. He rests his sleepy head over uncle's chest.
It makes me become shy to ask more.
Maunewa continues. "It was a handful of summers ago when my butthole
experienced penetration. A sled with a team of dogs were loaned me for a
trip which I had to make between the winter camps. Being curious about
the tales of men copulating with dogs, I bared myself before one."
"I've heard that too," Netsilik interrupts. "A hunter who's been away
a long time from his wife can make use of a dog. The only taboo is that
their copulation must be done outdoors; not in one's igloo."
"That is so but it wasn't my cock that did the sticking," Maunewa
explains. "After rubbing my butt against a she dog in heat, I offered
myself before the strong lead dog of my sled team. That horny male was
most eager to stick through my hole. His thrusts were wild yet
short-lived.
"A male dog's sperming is different from ours. I felt his strong
release and thrilled my long cock to be at it myself. The dog turned from
me while keeping our connection; tail to butt. I soon spilled my lust to
the snow while he was still putting more of his inside me. I enjoyed the
sensation of being penetrated. That dog was often satisfying me."
"Why did you allow it?" Netsilik asks. "My brother once tried to stick
in me but his big cock pained my butt too much."
Maunewa laughs. "That's because your hole is too small!"
"I can fit inside his butt!" the youth admits. "We're often playing
that 'keeping warm game'. He likes it!"
Embarrassment fills me from my little brother's words. I feel my
uncle's hand over my backside. He pats my cheeks suggestingly. I can't
look at his wicked eyes.
"You understand why I enjoy taking thrusts," says Maunewa.
"Why not keep a male dog with you?" I ask to counter his difficult
words.
"I wanted more than what a dog could offer me. I'm not an animal to
only be satisfying lust's need. I want love."
My hand reaches out to his broad shoulder and grips it. I show him my
love eyes. Maunewa's eyes fill with tears. I'm amazed to see such a thing
from him! I reach out to my uncle and hold him to me. I'm filled with
relief by his words but his crying is a weak thing for a hunter to
display. I keep holding him real tight.
Netsilik throws the covers on us. He climbs over our bodies in a kind
of game. I feel his seeking pinches. My fingers find his soft butt and
pinch it back. My brother yelps out in reply. I'm glad for his silliness.
It breaks the tense moment.
"I've some playful pups under my covers," says Maunewa. His low-voiced
laugh brightens our gloomy cave and makes me less fearful for the storm
howling outside it.
My brother giggles. I too am glad to laugh and change from the earlier
dark mood to a cheery one. I wrap my arms around Maunewa. His strength
holds me real close. I feel our embrace as a binding of our hearts.
Maunewa speaks. "I love you, Toosena... and am very proud. You've been
keeping my igloo in order and you accept my manly needs. It'll be a
difficult thing to keep in the moons ahead. Those of our tribe won't
understand it as we do. We must remain strong!"
I nod my head at the man's words. "We are strong!" I reply. We've had
to be.
"Let's get back to sleep," Maunewa asks. "My body is still recovering
from being half frozen. Our bellies are full along with our hearts! This
day has been a happy one."
I lay down within the walrus covers. Uncle embraces me from behind. My
brother crawls into my arms. I hold his small body in mine. It's a
wonderful feeling to keep warm within each other's arms. No storm of
Sedna's is going to blow us away!
Sleep is slow to come. That's all we've been doing for these past
seven days. My belly rumbles. It's being too happy with the digesting of
that seal. My uncle's cock tickles against my backside. I come up with a
naughty plan.
I begin flexing my butt against Maunewa. I'm trying to coax his manly
response to what my body can offer him. My cock erects. Netsilik is eager
to belly rub for warmth and pleasure. In only a few breaths, my brother's
cock has pushed out strong from his body. Our thrusts begin.
I feel a fleshy growth against my backside. Playing with my little
brother has excited Maunewa. His big hands grip my lower body, opening it
to his need. I feel his cock pushing through me. His thrusts time with
ours. Sadly, they only go between my thighs.
My cock fills with thrills. It's very exciting to have both sides of
my body pleasured. I pull over Netsilik's little butt not unlike the
shaman who beats over his drum. A quick rhythm. I feel his breaths
against my neck. My uncle also blows on me. His kisses wet my neck,
tickling me. The power of his male lust drives between my thighs. I wish
that his stabs went higher.
Netsilik cries out. He's achieved his dry release. I rush my cock to
its sweet ending thrills. My breaths hold. A tingling from my cock warns
me of its near release. My cries of pleasure announce it. I spurt to the
belly of my brother. Maunewa continues to drive his long cock through my
thighs.
An idea comes to me. I reach between our bellies for my sticky
release. This I bring down to the man's stabbing cock. With my hand
around it, I point it upwards, through my cheeks. I arch my back to align
our bodies properly. Maunewa sticks in! My sperm around it makes for a
slippery passage into my tight body. Yet some pain comes when the man
sticks himself all the way through my hole. I hold a breath to keep from
revealing it.
Maunewa's thrusts begin. He must feel the tight fit of his big cock in
my butthole. My pained gasps betray me. Our bodies become still. Netsilik
continues to belly rub with me. His cock moves wetly over mine. I keep my
arms tight around him. Our loving helps me to ignore the pain in my
backside.
After many heartbeats, the pain subsides. I flex my butt around the
man's stiff invader. He begins his stabs again. There's a feeling of
discomfort and fullness in my hole but I can endure it. My pain turns to
the excitement of having a man stuck in my body! I'm going to feel the
gush of a male's thrilling release.
Maunewa's right arm under me reaches around my little brother. His
left hand grips my waist and surges. Quick thrusts fill my butthole. The
man moans against my neck. It pleases me to be giving him such pleasure.
Netsilik cries out. His stabs slow against my cock. When he's rested
enough, the boy will be at thrilling himself some more.
"Is uncle stuck into you?" Netsilik asks.
"Yes," I answer with my words turning sly. "If you turn around, I'll
stick into your butt!"
Netsilik giggles in reply. "My hole is too small!"
My brother's words make me laugh. "If we practice enough, you'll get
used to take my stabs. That's why I'm able to fit uncle's big cock in me.
You've widened my hole!"
"Your cock could fit into his," suggests Netsilik.
"I already have. I've put my sperm into his butt when you were
sleeping earlier. I'm a man because of it!" My brother belly rubs with me
again. My cock swells from the sensation of having my body penetrated
again and again by a lusty man. I allow it because of my love for him. We
give and take pleasures from each other. The thrills slowly build in my
cock. My brother's frantic stabs make it so. I flex my impaled butt to
drive myself against his slippery belly. I'm feeling close to release.
I'm startled by Maunewa's growl behind me. His strong hands tighten
around our bodies. Painful stabs fill my butthole. He lets go of a breath
as a loud moan; the low bellowing a walrus makes at the end of mating. I
feel a kind of throbbing deep in my butt. The release of his seed in me?!
His ending thrusts touch something wonderful in my butt. It forces my
strong release to my brother's belly. Tremendous thrills from my spurting
cock! I see stars. Our bodies slow against each other. We drift into
sleep. I look forward to more days of love making with Maunewa and my
little brother during the winter storms. We'll be keeping warm.
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