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FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-3 "The Brave's Boy"
{Part #3 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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"The Brave's Boy"
| As we've seen in an earlier story, brave Willow Strength |
| has come to love a boy named Silver Fish. His need to |
| have the youth prompts him to make an arrangement with |
| the boy's widowed mother. Unlike in most societies, an |
| Indian man from the Illinois Tribe can take a boy for |
| his lover. Their story continues here. |
A man enters my mother's hide house unannounced. It's nightfall.
Those of our tribe would take his arrival as very revealing; that he
intends to take my mother for his wife! I rise from my sleeping mat to
see who has come. From off the man's shoulder drops a large buck. His
eyes peer lovingly into mine... Recognition of this brave startles me.
It's Willow Strength! From what I know of this young brave, no squaw
would interest him let alone my aged mother. Why then does he come to
us with his offering if not to take her? My mother approaches the man
with her face revealing no surprise from his act. She bends down to
examine the recently killed deer. Her next words explain the great
mystery taking place before my eyes.
"My son is yours, Willow Strength," she announces. "I accept your
support of food and hides since your heart is a gentle one and filled
with love. I have seen it reflected in my son's face this past moon.
Seeing his happiness was what swayed your bold request upon me to be
favorable. I know what you'll do with him in your lodge so go! Give the
boy only your gentle love."
I watch the brave reach out his trembling hand to me. His face shows
great longing that flies into my heart like an arrow. When I approach
to take that hand, Willow Strength smiles in relief. His sudden victory
cry startles me. Strong arms come around my body in a tight embrace. I
enjoy the warmth of the man's breast on mine. We're happily one before
my mother. My heart soars to know that the brave's love for me has been
accepted. We're one now, both in spirit and in flesh.
Willow Strength releases his hold of the boy to face the old woman.
"I swear to support you and Silver Fish until that time he becomes a man,"
the brave announces. "I have no hold over you like a husband. Any man may
take you to be his wife. It's the boy that I love and give all of my heart
to. Be assured that he'll be safe in my arms and well cared for. I swear
all this by the Great Father Spirit. Knowing all hearts, He must be
rejoicing with me for my greatest desire has been fulfilled this night!"
"I hear your sworn words and warn you to keep them!" the old woman
answers without scorn.
My head fills with understanding. It's a fair trade that my mother
and the brave have binded themselves into. Though uncommon that a man
takes a boy to his lodge as his lover, it's acceptable if all agree to
the arrangements.
Willow Strength's support of food and hides is necessary to our
survival. My mother has had to labor hard for others of the tribe to
gain us scraps of food to eat and hides for our clothes. Her aged body
has grown tired from all the hard work.
Her pride suffers none since I accept the brave and his manly
desires of me. It'll be four long years before I'll become a brave
myself. My mother will lose Willow Strength's binding support but I'll
be able to provide for her until the Great Mystery takes her spirit away.
I look back at my mother to see tears in her eyes. Yet she isn't sad
since on her face is a smile. I grin back in reply. The brave leads me
outside into the cold night air. His pace is a fast one. I try to keep
up with my shorter legs. Why is the brave in such a hurry?
It's been almost a moon since we last embraced and made love on the
beach. He must have approached my mother after that with his bid to have
me. It explains my mother's strange questions during the month and why
Willow Strength has kept himself away. Hard bargaining had been underway.
But how am I his? I'm not a slave that he can take any way his loins
desire to use my body. I fear to get raped in my small butt. Yet
neither am I his adopted son. It's true that Willow Strength has been
showing me the ways of the hunt and important skills I'll need as a
man. To perform that adoption rite now would keep me forever from his
lustful embrace since incest is a punishable tribal law! We're lovers, he
and I. But what does that really mean?
Willow Strength stops before his hide house. Instead of going in,
the young man turns and embraces me in his doorway. His hand reaches
under my rear flap. I rub over his butt in response. It still feels
strange to be handled by a man as if I were a girl he lusts for. He must
love me very much. His hands explore my body where anyone could be
spying on us. I pinch his rear end to express this concern.
"My eyes have seen enough," speaks the low voice of the tribal
shaman. He watches the boy tear away from the brave's loving hold and
cast his eyes downwards in shame. The old man wonders why.
"He's still an innocent boy," explains Willow Strength. His hands
reach out to hold the youth's shoulders in assurance. "Yet you saw how
he held my body in a loving way. I have much to teach him. Will you give
us your blessing?"
I glance up in surprise at the two men. This was planned! The shaman
smiles warmly at me when he nods. I follow them into the brave's lodge
and to the rite that awaits us.
Upon entering, my thong belt is pulled from my body. Willow Strength
gestures for me to untie his. I do so. Our breechclouts fall to the dirt
floor at our feet. The aged man's hands come to Willow Strength's
shoulder and to mine. He lifts his head to speak unto Him through the
lodge's smoke opening.
"Oh Wah-Conda hear my words!" the shaman pleads. "I ask You to look
favorably upon this man and his boy; to allow their spirits to become
one in deep love. The brave's restless body will finally know peace in
the boy's embrace. The youth will learn from him skills to become a
brave. This is a good thing!"
The shaman brings us together in a close, naked embrace. Willow
Strength grips my butt gently with both hands so I reach around for his
rounded softness in mine. The brave begins a kiss on my neck which
becomes fierce with its sucking and sudden bite! I gasp in pain and
feel betrayed by his hurtful gesture. When I try pulling away, the
brave tightens his hold around my body and tilts his head to one side.
My eyes widen when the shaman instructs me on what I'm to perform.
"Mark him, Silver Fish," the old man commands. "Once done, you
forever become lovers in our tribe's eyes. If you don't truly love
him, strike his butt and I'll release his binding from your body and
from your heart. Make your decision!"
I peer into the shaman's fiery eyes and see them soften. He
understands what I'm feeling deep inside. I nod my head and reluctantly
approach the brave's neck with my mouth.
My lips take him carefully at first and regret the pain that I must
give him. The brave rubs his long hair against mine. He pats my backside
to signal to me that he's ready.
I bite him hard. Willow Strength grunts out in pain as I taste blood
in my mouth. I feel tears come to my eyes from hurting my special
friend. How can such an act of pain be important to proving our love
before this old man?
Seeking lips find mine and press hard. I kiss Willow Strength back
while deep feelings begin to overwhelm me. He lifts me from the ground
so that we may kiss more easily. I wrap my legs around his warm butt.
My hands go through his armpits to grip his shoulders. The brave easily
holds my weight on him. We continue being one in spirit and flesh, and
it's only after many heartbeats that I notice the absence of our shaman.
He's left us in peace so that our love making will be in private.
Willow Strength breaks from our kissing. I lower my face to his
smooth breast. My lips take in his softness and taste his sweaty skin
while he moans. Below, his excited manhood begins rubbing over mine.
Deep feelings swirl in my stomach. We're embraced in love like that moon
ago on those hot sands.
My mouth roams up his chest to sniff out an attractive scent. Though
his arms have hold of my backside to move us in love, he opens his
right armpit to allow me to explore. He smells so good under his arm! I
become more excited from just kissing his wet hairs. My butt flexes to
help with our love making. It feels good to be rubbing our hard loins
together. I wish it could last forever.
My attention returns to the man's other armpit. I lick up more of his
musky sweat. Having tasted and sniffed enough of his manly odor, I moan
when my clear release flows to the brave's body. He joins me with strong
squirts to my belly. Manly grunts of pleasure fill his lodge.
With our mating completed, the brave's hands slow their urgent
pulling over my body. I peer into the man's smiling eyes and see his
love there for me. I have love eyes too. Our bodies are wet because of
our shared feelings.
Willow Strength carries me down to his sleeping mat near the fire.
Exhausted from this long day and our wonderful love making, I close my
eyes to sleep in my brave's warm embrace. Yet before my spirit enters
that twilight, I hear him softly sing to me a song of love...
The lake water is cold over my body! I swim towards the shore but
find that my progress is thwarted by the surging waves. I'm too small a
boy to reach the safety of the shallows! My arms paddle while my legs
frantically kick. I'm tiring fast. I know that I'll drown soon.
A slippery warmth is felt beneath me. I find myself rising from the
water onto the back of a man. My hands grip his shoulders. I wrap my legs
around his hips to hold on. Willow Strength carries me back to shore.
I give the young man a hug of thankfulness on the sand. He has saved
my life! In his eyes, I see a deep longing for something. Father Sun
reaches down to our nakedness with His warm hands in a blessing. I allow
the man to take my body in love. My heart is given to him.
Our embrace tightens. The man rubs his swollen pole over my erection.
His manly hair tickles against my smooth groin. I feel the intense thrills
from our love making! My pole wants to come out but I prevent its urgent
flow. Why?
I awaken in the night. I've an urgent need to empty my bladder so I
rise from my mat into the cold air. I stumble around in a place that
all seems wrong! My sleepy head recalls that I'm no longer in my
mother's hide house. I'm staying with my brave lover!
I look around in the darkness. The fire is only a dull glow so it
doesn't cast enough light to show me his sleeping form. I hear his
gentle breaths. With that assurance, I open the door flap and go to find
an appropriate place to urinate.
It's yet early morning. The dark sky is turning blue to the east.
There's a chill in the air which has me noticing my nakedness while I
piss. I glance around for any curious eyes but see none. I ease my
stance to finish wetting the ground.
I fondly recall our loving from last night. My hand reaches down for
my butt while I try imagining how the man's hands enjoyed the feel of
it. I giggle at myself. My small body has given the brave much pleasure.
My boy pole rises from my lusty thoughts. I begin pulling over its thick
skin with my other hand. Good feelings build up in me while I make
urgent love to myself in the darkness.
I close my eyes and imagine the brave in my arms. We're embraced to
make frantic love over the hot sands. His hands grip my flexing butt.
I'm on top and set love's beat with my thrusts over his hard dick. We
kiss and make lots of love...
A noise startles me. I open my eyes to find a young boy walking up to
me. There's a sly smile on his face. I know him. It's Timid Squirrel, a
handsome youth of ten. He's as naked as I am. What's surprising is that
his pole is stiff and moving through his hand!
"I can play that game," the boy announces with pride.
I slowly nod my head and resume to handle myself. The little boy steps
closer to me. His warmth brushes against me so I reach a hand down for
his butt. I gesture for him to hold mine.
We pleasure our bodies in silence. I take this moment to look the
youth over. He's not of age to be given deerskin flaps to cover himself.
Who would be interested in looking at a young boy of ten? Yet his
excited body is thrilling to touch. He sticks his tongue out while his
breaths blow through his small nose. He has a cute face. The cold air
has given the boy goose bumps over his body. I wrap my arm around him to
share our warmth.
Our hands bump when pulling over our long poles. I'm tempted to pull his
body onto mine in a belly rub yet I know of my night friend's shy nature.
I'm surprised that Timid Squirrel is bold enough to beat off with me.
"I've heard that Willow Strength has taken you back to his hide house
to stay with him," the boy whispers.
"That is so," I answer. "What do you think about us?"
"My father was expecting it to happen. He told me that your brave had
a fondness for boys. My mother admires how much a bargain your mother
has gained from Willow Strength by their trade."
"What do you think?" I ask. The youth pauses to think. I'm enjoying
the feel of his hand over my rear end. It reminds me of my brave's
handling. Yet I convince myself that we're not making love. We're only
playing a boy's common game.
"It seems right to me," Timid Squirrel answers. "Willow Strength can
become your father since you haven't one."
"Willow Strength isn't adopting me!" I shout. My voice lowers so as to
not frighten the youth. I try finding words to explain our relationship.
"I love him. I'm his boy and he's my man but not like a father."
"He seems that way to me."
I ponder over the boy's words. It does appear that I've been taken
to the brave's lodge as his son. By not being my actual father, Willow
Strength and I can embrace to make love. A father and son cannot. I try
another way to explain it.
"The brave and I have performed naked things with each other, like
in a lover's embrace," I admit. "Tell me that your father has embraced
you in the same way."
"He hasn't!" the boy shouts. "He has my mother for that!"
"I'm Willow Strength's boy lover. Do you understand?"
Timid Squirrel gives me a shy nod. He glances down at my pole. My
hand is bringing me close to releasing it. The youth continues a steady
pace over his erection. He seems far from exploding so I slow myself
down. I wonder if he can squirt? My fingers are slick from what my pole
has been oozing.
A bold idea comes to me. I release my long dick and search for the
boy's erection in the growing light of morning. Timid Squirrel is
reluctant to allow my handling. He turns his face away and steps back.
My hand keeps its tight hold around the boy's dick. I give it a few
quick pulls.
Timid Squirrel has a short pole even when erected. It's the length
of my middle finger and just as skinny. He probably can't squirt from
it yet. I know how good a dick can be made to feel when properly handled.
"Do me," I ask after a long pause. The young boy shakes his head in
reply. I suppose that he's afraid to handle my dick or something. His
hands rest at his side. I pull over his butt to get the boy to thrust
through my fingers.
I hear the youth's cries. His stabs through my fingers are wild and
without a proper beat. The boy must be close to it.
"It hurts!" Timid Squirrel shouts. He pulls the older boy's hand
from his sore pole.
"You need to put some spit on it," I suggest. An idea comes to me but
first I ask an important question. "Can you squirt from you long dick?"
Timid Squirrel shakes his head. "Nothing comes out but it feels real
good to try."
I'm satisfied by the boy's answer. Quick are my next actions. I
drop to my knees and swallow his unsuspecting boyhood. My hands around
his backside trap the youth to me. I'm sucking on a dick without fear of
having to swallow sperm.
Timid Squirrel tries pushing me away. My tight hold around his body
prevents it. He gasps for breath. I feel his butt flexing under my
hands. He stabs into my mouth. The boy has accepted the pleasure that
I'm offering.
I know how good it feels to be sucked on! The brave's mouth had
pleasured my erection and he drank my clear release. My mouth won't fill
with this boy's sperm but I can get him to achieve a thrill from trying.
I notice how I'm enjoying the feel of a boy's dick in my mouth. The
surging of his butt cheeks in my hands with its driving lust into me is
very exciting! The boy's erection is warm and stiff over my tongue.
There's a taste from it. Has he managed to come out?
No. The taste is similar to eating rancid fat. I realize where that's
coming from. When I've not cleaned my pole for a few days, a yellow
paste forms under my thick skin. It makes a sharp smell that gets my
mother to scold at me for not washing in the river. I should scold this
boy to go clean under his penis skin.
Timid Squirrel takes a deep breath. This gets his belly to tremble
when he tries holding it. I know all too well the meaning of that. I
loosen my hands from the boy's wildly humping butt. My mouth takes his
frantic stabs. I try keeping my teeth from scratching him. His high
pitched cry! The boy slows his thrusts in me. I hear him suck in breaths.
Timid Squirrel pulls his pole out of my mouth. In the dull light of
morning, I see relief filling the boy's face. He opens his eyes.
Embarrassment fills his face for some reason. I reach down for my
aching erection to relieve it. The youth watches me with curious eyes.
"Can you make something come out from it?" the boy asks.
"Wait and see..." I answer him. "If you hold my butt, it'll pleasure
my pole so that I can finish it faster." I know that the boy is worried
about getting caught with me.
Timid Squirrel reaches for my rear end. It excites me to hump wildly
under his hands; to show the boy my manly performance. I quickly pull
over my thick penis skin. The boy watches my performance.
I hold in sweet breaths. Timid Squirrel waits for me to squirt. I'll
enjoy proving to this youth that I can sperm like a man. The rosy tip
of my long pole pops out with a sucking sound in my hand. Sharp thrills
are building up. I feel the coming explosion and cry out! My dick
squirts on him.
Timid Squirrel runs away. My butt feels chilled without his hands
there. I watch his naked form fade into the morning mist. What has
scared him away? I turn to find Willow Strength behind me. On his face
is a sly smile. There's no need to ask if he's been watching us.
"Is your game over with?" the brave asks with a smug.
I simply nod my head and whisper, "adults always ruin things when
they spy on our games."
Willow Strength laughs at the boy's mournful words. His tone turns
serious. "You'll have time to do that when you're alone, Silver Fish.
I'm here for your needs and want your sperm out over my loins or inside
me. Not for anyone else!"
"Timid Squirrel is only a little boy," I reply.
"You can play naked boy games with your friends at another time.
Wouldn't you rather be making love to me?"
I slowly nod my head. The brave slaps my rear end and laughs. I
giggle with relief that he isn't mad at me for sucking on Timid Squirrel.
"Wait for me while I piss," the brave asks. "Then we'll make love
back at my lodge."
I eagerly nod my head and wait at the brave's side. The man is
without his breechclout. I look around nervously at the other lodges.
The morning is still dark. Anyone watching would have to come as close
as six strides to see us. My brave realizes this or is unconcerned by
our nude display.
Willow Strength lifts up his penis and wets the ground at his feet.
He pauses from it when feeling my hand over his backside. Once he's
used to my hand there, the brave's shy pissing continues. Its steam
rises into the cold air.
I huddle close to the warmth of my brave. His arm reaches around
me. A great happiness fills me to have this man as my lover. Always
there for me! The brave finishes. He takes me firmly in hand and rushes
us back to his hide lodge. My new home.
"Do you like my butt?" the brave asks.
"Yes!" I reply. "It's a nice part of a man's body to touch. I know
that you like handling mine."
After tossing some wood on the fire to warm us, the brave has me
sit on his mat. He squats near with his back to me. In front of my
face in the near darkness is the man's rear end. My hands go to him
there and caress the smooth cheeks. I recall how we first held each
other's butts in the Great Lake at his shameful request. Why was he so
reluctant to ask me?
"Kiss me there," the brave begs. "I want you to make love to it with
your mouth."
I kiss my very first butt. How soft the cool skin feels to my lips.
My many kisses cover both of the man's cheeks. He begins to moan from
my loving.
The brave trembles in my hands. I watch his cheeks part to reveal
what lies within. My mouth roams into his crack and kisses the smelly
skin near his hole. I'm strangely excited to be peeking into his butt
in light of the fire!
"Stick your tongue in," the brave asks. "Do this, and I'll show you
a wonderful place to pleasure your pole."
My eyes widen at the man's words. I get a strong suspicion of what
he intends for me to do to him. Curious at tasting his butt and excited
to be bold enough, I lick his innermost passage. Its smelly tightness
yields to my penetration. I tongue deeper inside. The brave moans from
my very dirty act. Does he really expect me to stick my dick into his
rear end?
As if in answer to this thought, Willow Strength pulls his smelly
butt from my face and lowers himself into my lap. His hand pulls my
erection from my groin and points it inside him. The man slowly sits
over my legs. It makes me gasp. I feel my penetration into his tight
butthole and the strange sensation that comes from it. Soon, the
brave's slimy passage swallows up my entire length.
My hands reach around the man's body to hold him. He begins humping
over me. The sensation is tremendous with intense thrills building up in
my dick. Wonder fills my eyes. Willow Strength forces me to rape him?!
My boyish erection drives into his tight warmth then pulls out when
he lifts himself from my lap. He repeats this butt-humping motion. I
take in deep breaths to build up my thrills. My stomach tightens.
I come to understand something about those enemy Seneca warriors who
had raped those two boys from our tribe. It was their manly urges that
had them sticking into boy butts to relieve their lust. After taking
their pleasure, the warriors left the youths alive with their sperm kept
inside of them. The boys claimed that being mounted had been painful and
degrading. Why does Willow Strength suffer such a thing for me?
"Does it hurt badly?" I ask my brave between breaths.
"No, Silver Fish. Your tongue had wet my passage and my butthole is
wide," assures the brave. "Try mounting me on your own. Drive your
penis though my butt until you've seeded it. I'm enjoying the feel of
your quick penetrations."
The brave rises slightly from my groin and waits. I get onto my
knees and slide all the way into his asshole. My hands grip his sides.
I begin my thrusting, an in and out movement through his tight butt.
Squishy sounds fill our hide house. A sixth sense has me turning my head
towards the doorway.
A young boy is watching us! He handles his long pole. I don't fear
his spying since this is my friend, Timid Squirrel. I'm glad that he
watches me perform this very manly act!
The fire has grown. I feel its welcoming warmth on my body and its
light fills our lodge. I'm sure that Timid Squirrel can see that I'm
mounting the brave's ass as if he were my squaw. The act that I'm
performing will bring me much respect in that boy's eyes.
My dick is making me feel real good. I stab into the brave's hole
and feel the slimy tightness of it rub over my sensitive tip. I moan
from the neat sensation. It's thrilling to be mounting a man's butt. A
better act than to beat off.
Willow Strength is also moaning. I hear the rubbing sound from the
brave's handling of his manhood. It makes the ringed muscles in his
butthole squeeze my pole. An intense thrill! I feel my sperm rise and
squirt several times into my brave lover. Loud are my cries. My spirit
soars like an eagle in the clouds...
A boy's giggling returns me to the earth. The brave turns his head
sharply towards the doorway. I watch Timid Squirrel release his angry
colored erection and run from our lodge.
Our bodies separate. Willow Strength springs to the door and pulls
down its hide covering. I look over the brave's flexing cheeks in the
glow of the fire. I'm filled with awe. My sperm is really inside that
man's butt? A sense of pride fills me from that manly accomplishment.
The brave returns to our mat and sits at my side. I'm relieved to hear
him laugh. My giggles fill our lodge. Not only didn't he mind having
Timid Squirrel spy on us but my thrusts hadn't hurt him as I suspected.
"You mounted me well," says the brave. "Now everyone in the tribe
will learn of it."
I slowly nod my head. I'm not sure that Willow Strength is upset by
that. He almost seems pleased.
"I'm ready to make more love with you," the brave asks. "I saw how
you enjoyed Timid Squirrel's little dick. Offer mine the same pleasure
with your sweet mouth."
I nod my head. The brave gets down on his knees before the fire. I
go to him with my hands gripping his muscular upper legs. My face is
close to his stiff manhood. I look it over first. It's much thicker and
longer than my dick. The brave's red tip has popped out from the thick
skin. Some kind of oozing drips down from the end of it. It has a sweet
smell. Before mouthing it, I look up at the brave's face. He gives me a
cautious grin.
"Did Timid Squirrel squirt into your mouth?" the brave asks.
"No. He only felt the intense pleasure from trying," I careful answer.
"If he could sperm, I wouldn't have sucked on him!" The brave remains
silent while thinking over my words.
"I don't mind you playing naked games with the other boys," says
Willow Strength. "Be sure not to force anything. If a man should
approach you for sex, do not allow it!"
I quickly nod my head in agreement. It's only with my brave that I
want to make sweet love to.
"I'm really needing to release my dick, little one!"
I giggle in reply. My hands reach around his hips while I stare
down at the man's oozing cock. It's a very big one! My boyish size
lays against my belly. Willow Strength has twice sucked on it. Now, my
mouth will return the pleasure.
Hunched over his lap, I drop my mouth over the tip of his oozing
manhood. My lips open around his red slippery knob. I taste his clear
wetting. It's sticky in my mouth. I tongue over it and hear the brave
gasp. He must be very sensitive at the tip of his big cock.
Willow Strength's hands reach for my head. He pulls me down onto his
long shaft. I feel his dick sticking far into my mouth and spear into
my tonsils. It makes me gag. My hands push him away.
The brave waits for me to recover. His hands fall from my head to
grip my shoulders. I lean forward to try sucking on his dick again. It
enters my mouth and slides down my tongue a ways. I begin a bobbing
motion with my mouth around the man's erection. It's size and feel is
different than sucking on Timid Squirrel's pole earlier.
As the fire crackles, I hear Willow Strength's moans through his
nose. His slippery shaft begins small thrusts in my mouth. I remain
still to allow the man his motion. He sticks his dick further through
my mouth and pulls back a ways. I hope that he won't stab into my
throat again.
The brave must be deep into it since his fingers dig painfully into
my shoulders. I ignore the pain. My teeth scrape the top of his shaft
causing him to flinch. I open my mouth wider to his urgent stabs. The
taste of his dick is musky and sweet.
The man's thrusts turn shallow and fast. I reach around for his
sweaty butt. My hands feel his urgency for release through the
wrippling muscles in his cheeks. It's very exciting. I feel my erection
sprouting from my groin.
The man's oozing fills my mouth with a sweet taste. It's better than
having to endure Timid Squirrel's sour pole. My brave takes care to
wash his body. Even his butt was clean. I'm still amazed that my mouth
has tasted his hole and that I've stuck myself in there to sperm him.
I'm glad to be giving my brave his pleasure with my mouth.
Willow Strength's heated breaths through my hair stop. His dick in
my mouth becomes frenzied. I realize with wonder that I'm about to
taste my first sperm! A throaty grunt from my brave. His shallow
thrusts fill my mouth with squirts of his hot seed. I try swallowing
all of them. It thrills me to have gotten the man to release himself.
I sense the thick sperm in my mouth. It tastes bland and so sticky
over my tongue. Willow Strength's hairy groin moves from my face. His
slippery penis slips from my mouth with strands of sperm breaking over
my chin. I'm surprised by how much seed he's spilled in me.
I try swallowing the man's sticky stuff until it's gone from my
tongue. Sperming a butt is less messier than what he's done in my
mouth! I don't like its taste and the length and thickness almost makes
me gag. Next time, I'll have him try mounting my butt. I'm no longer
afraid and look forward to feeling his long thrusts inside me for his
manly pleasure.
I'm surprised by my lusty thoughts! It must be because I'm so lust
filled. The brave eyes my straining erection. He rushes his face into my
lap. I gasp from the slippery warmth going down on my long pole. His
hands grip my butt, trapping me.
I quickly stab through the man's mouth. My dick was already intense
from having released his dick. The thrills build in me quickly. I feel his
strong hands around my butt asking me to stab faster. The sensations from
being sucked on and having my butt handled gets me to explode!
I shoot into the brave's mouth. Only a few squirts and then no more.
The neat sensations flee away quickly like a spooked rabbit. I wish
that my dick could keep feeling thrilled longer.
My brave pulls away from my groin. He puts his face to my face with his
lips finding mine. We kiss. Wetly! I taste my sweet sperm in his mouth
while he must be tasting what remains of his thicker seed in mine. My arms
wrap around his neck. I become frantic to kiss my handsome man back.
The fire pops and hisses. It's a welcoming sound of home. This is my
new lodge. I pull from my man's face to look at him with pride. A young
face. Willow Strength was named a brave four summers ago. Before that,
he was only a boy of fifteen.
"What are you thinking about?" the brave asks.
He lifts me up and turns my small body over his. I sit over his thigh
and watch the building fire. A long moment passes. I remember his
question and voice something that I've been meaning to ask him.
"Why did you cry on the beach?" A long silence. The brave's arms
wrap around me tightly. I hear his words shake from deep emotion.
"I feared that you didn't love me", he answers. "My touching game in
the water and our naked embrace was to entice your body to mine. My
loins were hard in their desire for you. Your pole remained uncaring.
When you discovered my desires and voiced them, I became worried that
you wouldn't understand my love and reject it. But you did accept me."
The brave's wet face presses into my shoulder below my bite mark. My
eyes widen from feeling the man's tears. His quivering breaths remain
silent though his chest heaves terribly. I stare into the fire and wait
for the man's weakness to pass.
After a long while, the brave releases me to stand up. I keep my eyes
on the fire and sigh. He rejoins me shortly from behind with something
coming over my head. It rests lightly around my neck; a deerskin thong
with carved lake shells. I turn around to hear his explanation.
"You're mine, little one!" the brave announces. "Wear this necklace
that I've given you and daily fetch two green leaves to adorn it. All
who see the fresh leaves will know that our love is growing. But should
the leaves turn brown or fallen from your neck then I'll know that you
love me no longer."
"That will never come to pass, Willow Strength! Did not the shaman
say that our love is forever?"
"He did. Yet it takes both of us to keep it so. Others may tempt you
away or try to take my own heart. A love needs to be tended least if
fade away and die. I have seen that this is so."
Willow Strength's dark eyes stare hard into my own. I see his great
determination to keep me forever. That intensity scares me a little yet
his love protects me. He is truly my man lover. I leap into his arms to
offer him my deepest thanks.
"I love you, Willow Strength," I whisper against his soft breast.
"Let me go now to fetch two fine green leaves to prove that it's so!"
The brave smiles at his handsome boy while shaking his head. Silver
Fish rises from his lap and clothes his body with two small cloths.
Wonder comes into the brave's heart that a child can know love. Yet the
boy races out to prove it, as if he really needed to.
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