WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between a man
and a boy AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF
TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading
this or not!
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MY-BUTT-IS-HIS "My Butt is His"
Indian Boys at Play Copyright 1998 by Vince Water
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Author's Note: I'm finishing stories to my last printed booklet entitled:
"Indian Boys at Play". As each is completed and master printed for the
booklet, I will release their expanded computer text to the Nifty Archive
for your advanced reading pleasure!
I welcome comments and suggestions on all my Indian boy stories.
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PLEASE NOTE that this story is intended for the reading pleasure of
adults above the age of twenty-one. It may be freely distributed so
long as none of its content is changed. - Vince Water -
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* "My Butt is His" *
Braided Scout is an Osage brave who returns to camp after a difficult
hunt. He's greeted by a twelve-year-old boy named Winded Grass who was
concerned with the man's long absence. Both are in need of each other.
The young man entered camp and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He
smiled when hearing his horse nicker as if sharing the same feeling.
They were finally back home. Safe.
All the lodges were in their same places and he met the familiar
faces of his People with a silent nod. No time for story telling. He
was eager to bring back meat to his mother's lodge. In the distance, a
boy was running towards him. His feet raised up a cloud of dust and
shouting could be heard. The man stopped to wait for his young friend.
A swelling rose within Braided Scout's breast. He looked upon the
smiling face of Winded Grass as if it were for the first time. The boy
had long black hair that fell to his shoulders; a bared chest. He wore
the two deerskin flaps that all boys his age used to cover the front and
rear of his growing body. The brave also used only flaps. He didn't feel
the need to cover himself with the lengthy one-piece breech-cloth of the
warriors. No proud deeds yet to earn him the right to wear a warshirt.
Winded Grass stopped before the bared-chest brave with a grin. He
held up his hand in greeting since his run had left him breathless. The
man returned the ritual greeting and spoke. "It has been a good hunt,"
he announced to the boy at his side. Winded Grass saw the three deer
carcasses lying over the man's horse. The passing of six suns had come
and gone since he had taken to the hunting trail. 'An unusual amount of
time to catch his deer,' the boy thought with concern.
They walked deeper into camp. An old warrior raised his hand in
greeting to Braided Scout. He was relieved to see the man's safe return
since he knew that not all hunters who went out came back. Their People
had recently gone to war with the Pawnee. Mouths had to be fed yet more
often were men being hunted in the woods than the deer.
Braided Scout led his burdened horse past the bark-skinned lodges.
Faces turning in his direction were brightened when seeing the success
of his hunt. They were eager to hear the brave's account of how they had
fallen to his skill but the man kept a steady pace towards his mother's
lodge. Winded Grass also wanted to know.
"You were gone six long days," the boy whispered. "Your deer are
well caught but why so long away from me?"
"I was missed?" Braided Scout asked with a smug grin. After looking
about to ensure that no one was within hearing he added, "or was it my
butt's smelly hole that has you sticking to me like flies on horse dung?"
He watched the boy lower his head in embarrassment. His words were close
to the truth.
An old woman came into view. She was sitting over a mat in front of
a small lodge. When she noticed the brave, a smile erupted on her
weathered face. Braided Scout slowly knelt before his mother and held
her close to his breast. "It's good to be home!" he whispered.
The old woman clucked with relief. "People were beginning to whisper
bad things."
Braided Scout tightened his grip of Swooping Swan, his mother. Her
frail form worried him. The brave realized at that moment that he had
grown into a man and that his mother was growing old. It had not been
long ago when he was a boy fearing the wrath of his mother's stick
whenever he acted badly and no matter how fast he could run she was
able to strike over his rear end in punishment. The passing of time had
changed that, the man noted with sadness. There was no husband to
provide for her these days or to keep her warm at night. He had been
killed by the Pawnee last winter. As her only son, it fell to him to
provide for their small lodge.
"I'll always come back home to you," whispered Braided Scout. "Come,
my mother. I've brought you three deer to be worked over with your
skinning knife."
Swooping Swan stood up with the help of her son. The thongs that
held the carcasses to his horse were loosened. It was a fine display of
deer flesh: one large antlered buck and two fat does. The old woman's
eyes shown with pride for her son's accomplishment so she kept silent
her concerns as to why it had taken so long for him to return home with
them.
Winded Grass held the horse's reins. He watched Braided Scout's home
coming ritual with growing impatience. The old woman seemed to take a
lot of time to be consoled with her son's return and his presentation
of the deer. She knew what had to be done. The boy had need for the man
to take him into the nearby woods to perform a home coming ritual of
their own.
Braided Scout caught the look of dismay in the boy's eyes. He
whispered something to his mother and stood up to face Winded Grass.
Something unspoken passed between them. A thing of urgency that both
males understood. The horse was tied to a post near the bark-skinned
lodge and in hand, the man and boy flew into the distant woods.
A familiar trail was taken. Not the tribal path but a simple deer
trail that took them into the thickest part of the forest. Winded Grass
chased after the man with much lust in his heart. He watched the rear
deerskin cloth flapping over the brave's butt and felt the front of
his being pushed from his groin in sweet anticipation. They were
headed to the sexual rite that awaited them.
The brave entered a small clearing. He stopped before the Tree of
Witness and hurriedly pulled away the rear cloth from his thong belt.
The boy was blowing hard after their run. When he saw the man's butt, he
dropped his own meager breechclout. An eager smile filled his face.
Braided Scout stood next to the tree. He caught the boy's gaze over
his lower body to what was being lusted for. It brought an exciting
tremor to the man. He had given his butt's pleasure to Winded Grass
before; it was a sexual favor he owed the youth for keeping his dark
secret from the ears of the other warriors. A thing that could ruin the
honor of his manhood if it were to become known.
"You were so long away from me!" whined Winded Grass. "What happened
out there?
"You saw my three deer," the scout explained. "They were a burden to
my horse."
Winded Grass gave a sour expression in response. He suspected that
there was more to be said about the brave's long hunt; only silence. He
closed the distance between them and reached out to the man's rear end.
Lovingly, he caressed the soft cheeks with his right hand. It brought
his swelling loins to full growth.
Braided Scout glanced at his young friend. He enjoyed the youth's
warm caress and a smile blossomed on his lips when seeing boyish
excitement pushing out from Winded Grass' slim body. The man knew that
it wouldn't be long before his butt would get penetrated. The boy was
often lust-filled and needing.
Winded Grass spat to his fingers and brought its wetness down the
brown shaft of his hard dick. He gently pulled back its foreskin,
exposing the sensitive rose-colored tip. It was oozing a little. That
brought the boy some pride since he was only recently able to precum
like an adult male. He was about to perform like a man in Braided
Scout's ass and knew that his release in it would be strong and very
pleasurable.
The brave smiled. He was proud of the boy's manly display and felt
little shame for what he was about to submit himself to. It was an act
of love; not male rape as he had once endured.
Winded Grass signaled his readiness to join their bodies by grasping
the base of his hard dick and aiming it. Braided Scout arched his body
forward to stick out his butt. He offered himself to the boy's urgent
need. His hands held to the rough bark of the Tree of Witness; a solemn
tree that had seen much.
The boy poked through the man's brown cheeks to find its entrance.
Braided Scout gasped. He felt the very stiff yet resilient boy-pole
fitting into his body slip deeper and fully up his hole. He tried
relaxing its ringed muscles within. Soft groin hair brushed up against
his butt and moist balls pressed onto him. The boy's tension-filled
hands gripped his hips. Their bodies were tightly connected for mating.
Winded Grass gasped with lustful contentment. He stabbed deep,
pulling back and plunged even deeper through the man's hot tight ass.
Watching his brown dick stabbing between the man's sweaty cheeks was a
great thrill. A squishy sound came from his efforts. With each plunge,
the knob of his erection pushed through the man's tightening butthole.
Slimy heat surrounded his stiff shaft. The thrills from his dick were
already tremendous. He realized that his sperm would be quick to rise
from his loins and outwards explode...
Thrust! A sharp warning tingle filled his balls and spread upwards,
through his erection to the man's butthole that he was connected to. He
cried out. The youth dug his fingers into Braided Scout's hips when he
exploded. A few more violent stabs gave up all his seed to the man. It
was followed by the boy's weary sigh... His fucking was done.
"So quick this time?" teased Braided Scout.
"You were gone so long from me!" gasped Winded Grass. "I was in need.
You still haven't told me the full story of what you encountered out
there to delay your return to camp."
"You mean what I didn't encounter," the man hinted. He straightened
up next to the tree when feeling the boy's slippery exit from his butt.
Hands loosened from around his waist. Their bodies separated. Yet deep
within him was the boy's sweet essence: life and love itself that would
always bind their spirits.
When the youth turned away to fetch his breechclout, the man reached
between the cheeks of his butt for what the boy had just put there. Its
thickness clung to his fingers. In ritual fashion, the brave faced the
Tree of Witness and pressed that hand over its bark. 'Guard over me as
You have before...' the man silently mouthed.
Winded Grass found his breechclout. He tied its thong belt around his
waist before dropping the deerskin cloths over his slim body. The brave
remained bared from behind and kept silent.
"What is it?" the boy asked.
Braided Scout stared at the youth with longing-filled eyes. He
noticed how short Winded Grass stood beside him though there were
obvious signs to the youth's body towards manhood: strong arm and leg
muscles; a tuft of black hair on his groin while his dick had lengthened
this summer and often performed like a man. Yet he was still a boy. His
soft face was nice to look upon with its gentle smile. A powerful emotion
gripped the man's heart. He knew then that he truly loved this boy.
"I thought about you often during my hunt," Braided Scout whispered.
"When Pawnee warriors sought to end my life, I feared more for your
loss than my own."
"You encountered enemy warriors?!" shouted Winded Grass. "How many
of them were there?"
"Nearly two handfuls of warriors," the brave answered. "I had already
shot my first buck in the stand of trees near O-po-lop Rise when noticing
their slow advancement onto my position. They were unknowing of my
presence yet I knew that my tracks would be discovered so I raced to the
cliffs. Many days were spent in the laying of false trails to avoid
their melee. With the help of the Great Mystery, I managed to give them
the slip."
"Where did your other two deer come from?" Winded Grass asked.
"From that same stand of trees where I had shot the buck! After
setting my false trails towards the cliffs, I doubled back on the
Pawnee and managed to continue my hunt. Their warriors were still
looking for me at the cliffs and must have thought that I flew off them
like a Wind Spirit. Great pains were taken to cover my retreat. I've
not been given the name of Braided Scout for nothing!"
Pride filled the man's chest at seeing the boy's expression of awe.
It had been a difficult trick that he managed to pull on those warriors.
If not for his proven scouting abilities, their knives would have fallen
upon him and his scalp would have been split amongst eight. Now they
point fingers at each other to allay blame for losing one Osage brave.
Winded Grass reached for the brave's shoulder and gripped it. He
spoke to the man in a solemn voice: "I would have wept for your loss,
Braided Scout. Not from my aching loins but from my heart as well!"
"I know that, Winded Grass. My teasing only hides my deep fondness
that I have for you." Again, the man's heart was swept by deep emotion.
It came more from the deepening friendship that he shared with the boy
but could he dare call it love? Their eyes found each other and locked.
He saw the play of sweet emotions on the youth's face which made his
heart ache. As a man, he was experienced with controlling what his face
revealed to others. He opened his heart and allowed its expression to
flow freely unto the boy.
A bird's warning call startled Braided Scout. After a careful look
around, his tense stance relaxed. Winded Grass giggled in response. He
pointed to the ground where the rear cloth to the man's breechclout lay.
"You should cover your butt in case that's a Pawnee warrior out there!"
he teased. The boy mischievously lifted his front flap. He bucked his
body to get his shrinking penis to bounce over his balls. The tip of his
dick oozed cum.
Braided Scout nodded in agreement. He bent down for his rear cloth
while his thoughts flew back in time to when there was a Pawnee in the
woods with him. The threat of his life's ending proved instead to be a
beginning. His rape had been witnessed.
"Was it fear or something else?" the boy asked, "to allow that enemy
warrior the use of your ass as if you were his squaw. Didn't you know
he'd kill you after the act was done?"
Braided Scout wasn't surprised that the boy seemed to know his
thoughts. And that particular question had been asked of him before. It
was his shame to bear. When that Pawnee warrior had pressed his flint
knife against his throat, the brave knew it marked the end to his life.
He had been caught unaware in the woods near camp by an advance scout of
their enemies who demanded information. Braided Scout refused. He was
prepared to feel the sharp blade across his throat but that warrior
wanted something else instead. An act of humiliation that a young brave
could bear if he were to avoid death. Braided Scout reluctantly agreed
to it.
The Pawnee warrior forced a joining of their male bodies. Braided
Scout was pressed into the dirt while the man kept a tight arm around
his chest, the cold blade at the ready against his neck. The lusty deed
was quickly done. More easily accomplished than the young brave ever
imagined. He endured the warrior's male stabs through his butt and at
their ending, accepted the gushing climax. He had avoided death by
playing the squaw. But that wasn't the truly humiliating part. A boy
had come upon their act; seen his willing rape from behind the tree.
The Pawnee warrior had been scared away by the boy's shouting and in
return he owed his life to Winded Grass.
It was a grim remembrance. Braided Scout felt his butthole aching;
that was a good pain. He didn't mind giving himself to this boy in the
way he was forced to give himself to that enemy warrior. It wasn't the
fear of death or even to keep the youth's silence that had him offering
his butt to him again and again. In a strange way, it pleased the man
to be keeping the youth's seed deep within his body that was put there
through an act of love. The Pawnee warrior's act was only one of hate!
The boy watched Braided Scout adjust the rear cloth over his butt.
It seemed that the brave was avoiding his question so he voiced another
concern. "When I spooked away that Pawnee warrior, you had turned to me
with a hard manhood display after what he had done to you. Just like
you do now after I've stuck into your butt."
Braided Scout glanced down at the bulge pushing against his front
flap yet remained silent about it. The boy had voiced his worse fear and
humiliation. It was true. His body reacted to male copulation as if he
enjoyed it. He was often giving Winded Grass his ass under the guise of
owing him that pleasure in trade for his silence but it was not so. He
must enjoy playing the squaw. No!
"I am a man," whispered Braided Scout. "A stronger man took me
against my will and you are a keeper of my shame. You've remained silent
with what you know to the other warriors in our camp. For that I am
grateful. Do not try to subdue my spirit as well! Only my body may be
conquered; not my spirit!"
Winded Grass stepped back in fright. He was surprised by the force
of Braided Scout's words and from the anger blazing in the man's dark
eyes. His earlier question upon the brave had been too bold.
When Braided Scout saw the fear his strong words had invoked in the
youth, his expression softened. There was an aching in his heart. He
allowed its expression unto the boy. "That warrior had captured my body
but for a moment of sexual pleasure. I have given myself to you for more
than your silence. Do you know why?"
Winded Grass swallowed nervously in his throat. He could count
nearly two hands of fingers of having fucked the brave's willing ass
after that warrior's rape of it. `Why am I given this pleasure if not
for my silence?' the boy wondered. `Should I dare say that he enjoys
feeling my dick up his butt?'
Braided Scout watched the tense play of emotion over the boy's face.
He suspected what was being considered in answer to his own question.
`Will the boy be bold enough to speak of it?' he wondered.
The uneasy silence continued. When the boy lowered his head in growing
embarrassment, Braided Scout reached out for the youth's shoulder in
assurance. His heart poured out to him. "I love you... as my mate."
Winded Grass lifted his face to read the man. What he saw in those
soft eyes proved what he had just heard. A difficult thing to accept!
Only a woman could accept that kind of love; a love from his loins that
binded them as husband and wife. He was only a boy; unable and unworthy
for this man's similar devotion.
Braided Scout saw the confusion in the boy's dark face. He brought
up the wisdom of his years into play. "Did you not say you'd weep for
my loss?" the man gently asked. "Not from your loins but from your heart?"
The boy remembered those words. He had spoken them to Braided Scout
when considering how he would feel if the man had not returned from his
hunt. They were true words but hard to defend.
Braided Scout made a hand gesture to explain it. He raised his palms
upward with his fingers clenched. Only the small fingers from both his
hands stuck out and touched. It was their People's symbol for a joining:
man to woman, child to mother, a horse to its owner, etc. Winded Grass
took its meaning as the man's joining to a boy: Braided Scout to himself.
The hand gesture seemed to be a true one for them.
When the boy nodded in understanding, Braided Scout was able to
breathe again. His hope for love had not been refused.
Winded Grass stared into the man's eyes for a brief moment then
dropped his eyes to the ground. He was only a boy. 'How could a man give
that kind of love to me?' he wondered. If this bond were to carried out
in the customs of their People, he would be expected to live with the
brave in his lodge. 'Who would watch over my two younger sisters?'
No. He wasn't a bride that this man could carry back to his lodge,
the youth mused. Their People had no binding customs between a man and a
boy... It wasn't exactly a taboo either. Winded Grass was troubled by
his strange thoughts while his heart ached for this man.
'Why do I feel such things for him?' the boy wondered. Even before he
had come upon the brave's shameful rape they had been growing close like
a boy to his father. Whenever his own father was away on a long trading
journey, Braided Scout looked after his family.
Winded Grass loved his father but it was a different feeling that he
had in his heart for Braided Scout: strong like love and it made his
loins swell with an expectant pleasure as well. The man's face was still
young like a boy's with his expression of emotion easily shown upon it.
His body had hardened from manhood: dark callused feet, strong legs up
to his rounded butt and strength easily shown in his upper chest and arms.
Braided Scout was a proven man... At least from his hunting abilities
and how he had avoided Pawnee warriors. No woman interested him though.
The boy knew why.
An alarming thought struck Winded Grass. What if someone in camp
learned that he was sticking into this brave's ass? It would shame the
man if others learned of how his butt had been raped by that Pawnee
warrior but there would be enough shame to spread onto himself as well.
Their tribe had no customs for male love. Would it be very shameful?
The boy release a weary sigh. He didn't like thinking about it too
much. It was easier to surrender himself to male lust than to consider
why his heart felt so strongly for the willing brave. Sweat ran down his
chest. He noticed that the smell of sex was strong on his body.
"Let's go for a swim!" the boy asked. He slapped over his rear end in
challenge and ran past the sweaty brave into the trees. The man chased
after his mischievous boy. It was an easy run for the brave. He enjoyed
looking over the youth's surging body and spied on what lie beneath his
flapping rear cloth. The brief flashes of the boy's nudity made his
loins stir and he wondered why he hadn't taken his pleasure in that
small butt. `My cock would probably split his cheeks in two...'
They ended their race in a clearing. A small creek flowed between
the walls of thick forest on either side; it flowed clear and cold.
Braided Scout was first to drop his breechclout. He went to the boy's
side and gently untied the thong belt that held his two deerskin cloths.
A healthy erection greeted him.
"In need again?" teased Braided Scout.
"You were gone a long time from me!" Winded Grass quickly reminded
the brave. "I didn't feel like pleasuring myself alone. It feels best
when giving my sperm to you..."
Braided Scout saw the sincerity on the boy's face and simply nodded.
He embraced the youth. When his face came down to the boy's long hair he
sniffed it. 'An attractive scent.' He kneeled down to examine more of
his boy: the lime-smelling skin of his chest was mixed with dust from
their forest run. A kiss was given to the boy's nipple that had pushed
out from his breast in male excitement. The brave felt greatly hungered
from his exploring. He mouthed down lower until his lips closed around
the boy's soft tuft. It crunched in his mouth while his tongue playfully
pulled on the dark hairs. A gasp came from Winded Grass. He was surprised
by what the man was doing to him.
A pearl of precum oozed from the boy's erection. The man opened his
mouth for its taste. 'Ah, sweet as honey!' It wasn't surprising to the
youth what happened next. He felt the slippery warmth of the man's
mouth going down on his long dick that wasn't unlike the tight feel of
his asshole. Stabs were coaxed from him by the man's hands playing over
his rear end. The neat thrills were quickly building up.
Braided Scout enjoyed the captured boy in his hands. He pulled over
the youth's wiggling butt to make him stab deeper through his thirsty
mouth. Gasps were often heard from Winded Grass in response. The man
knew that his boy would be coming out soon. `What would it taste like?'
Winded Grass pulled the brave's hands from his butt so that he could
perform that manly motion of fucking without assistance. He took hold
of the man's shoulders. A great bucking came from his ass when his dick
took full pleasure in Braided Scout's mouth. Too soon, his balls
tingled in sweet warning. With the boy's outcry came out a gush of his
sperm into the man. It was greedily swallowed. When the hot flow ended,
Braided Scout pulled over the boy's pole with his tightening lips to get
out every sweet drop. The act was very ticklish to the youth.
When the boy's limp dick slipped from Braided Scout's mouth, he felt
his own sexual hunger needing to be satisfied. A bold idea came to the
man. He turned the soft body around in his hands until the boy's small
butt faced him. The brown cheeks hid what the brave sought. His mouth
descended upon their softness and his tongue explored down its crack. A
musky smell led him to it: the small puckered hole. With strong hands,
he made the boy spread his legs to open his innermost ass for a lusty
taste. Winded Grass gasped when feeling the man's slippery tongue inside
his butthole. Spit made it slick there.
Braided Scout felt great lust. His urgent need forced the boy to
drop down to the ground on his knees before him. A male connection was
sought. Though the boy protested and tried squirming out of his strong
hands, the man mounted behind him for a satisfaction to his aching male
loins.
"No, Braided Scout! I don't want to be raped!" the boy shouted. He
was being held to the man's hard body by strong hands that he couldn't
easily escape.
Braided Scout heard the boy's fear. "I won't stick in far," he
muttered. "You've been given my butt many times so I want be given a
similar thing in return! I need to do this."
Winded Grass tried to escape. He didn't accept the man's answer for
several reasons: it was his silence that was being traded for taking the
man's butt in pleasure and their unmatched bodies now was going to make
it a painful joining for the boy. And the expected pain came. Sticking
between his trembling cheeks came a cock of manly proportion; it found
his tight butthole and tried sticking in it. The man's earlier mouthing
of it had made the way slick. A thrust! The boy cried out in pain when
the oozing knob of unproven manhood slipped into his hole. He was forced
into a drum-beated rhythm when their locked bodies pounded over the dirt.
Braided Scout closed his eyes. He knew only of fucking though it was
a new sensation that his body performed. The difficult part had been
accomplished. He was inside his boy and as promised, he kept his long
cock from stabbing in too deeply. The tight squeezing around his knob
made for tremendous thrills. While covering the youth's back with his
chest, their legs struggled for position. He kept a strong hold around
his captured boy's chest that pinned his arms to his sides. The man was
deep in lust's powerful spell. He wasn't considering its consequences...
"Stop! It really hurts!" the boy cried out again and again.
The man was only listening to his need. Deeper stabs through the
boy's hole made the sweet thrills in his cock build up. A small pain
came from his own hole. His butt oozed from what the boy had put in it
only a short while ago.
Braided Scout clung hard to his boy for a quick satisfaction to his
aching loins. He hadn't come out since before his hunt. Death was
almost won on his outing so he was no longer shy about living or doing
what he wanted. He really loved this boy, and if love was truly
returned then he would come to accept the man's need.
The boy's butthole squeezed around the man's surging cock. A body's
heatness surrounded the shaft of it and stabs went more easily because
of its innermost slimyness. Braided Scout was finally performing as a
man. The thrills from fucking were even more than he'd imagined.
A sweet twisting was felt in the man's loins. It gave him tremendous
pleasure. His cock kicked from powerful spurts of his cum flowing into
the boy's body. Winded Grass felt them. His butthole was being filled
and that came as a relief since he knew that its painful use would be
coming to an end.
When Braided Scout was done with the forceful act, his body felt
weary. His hands loosened. That was enough for the boy to escape his
rape so he crawled forward until their bodies separated. The man
collapsed to the dirt. Pain filled his eyes; not from his exhausted
flesh but from the cries of his heart. He had seen the hard look of
betrayal staring back at him from Winded Grass.
It was done. Nothing could change that but Braided Scout was glad
for what had happened between them. A man should take what he can and he
had given much to the boy who now had an answer to his earlier questions
upon him. Their love was also being tested. He was going to see if their
growing bond was true.
Winded Grass turned away from the brave. He slowly entered the creek
and squatted in its cold waters to try dulling his pain. A few pushes rid
himself of the man's lust. A thought struck the youth: `I've not seen
Braided Scout squat after I fucked him. How does he endure the butt-filled
sensation and pain?'
When the boy's legs turned numb from the icy water, he waded back to
shore. Braided Scout was still lying in a daze. He noticed the brave's
dark pleading eyes. A wrenching came to the boy's heart to see the
man's fear and concern. Though it angered him to be raped, they had a
friendship and perhaps something more that would endure.
Braided Scout mouthed a silent apology to his boy. He felt badly for
having forced their sexual joining though it had felt good. Much relief
for his aching loins! But he also felt something more was accomplished
from it; a kind of sharing between them that made the man and boy equals.
Winded Grass slowly dropped to the ground on his knees before the
young brave. His first impulse was to show anger. Instead, he kept his
face plain since he now understood what this man had endured at the
lusty hands of an enemy warrior. The boy blew out a nervous breath. He
stared into the brave's seeking eyes with a little compassion.
"I was also in need," explained Braided Scout in a whisper.
Winded Grass nodded his head. His thoughts flew back to all the times
he had stuck into this man's ass for a release; no thought was given to
satisfying the brave after his deed was done. "You didn't have to rape me!"
the boy blurted out from the anger he could no longer contain.
Braided Scout nodded in reply. "Yes. That was wrong of me. Yet, would
you have offered your butt to me before my asking for it or even if I
had?" The boy shrugged his shoulders; his eyes fell to the ground.
Braided Scout felt released from the boy's anger when their eye
contact ended. He dropped his eyes down at himself noticing a brown
stain over his penis that had come from fucking the boy. He walked to
the creek with a hand covering himself so that the youth wouldn't notice
it. All proof of the rape was cleansed from his loins while he pushed
out what was in his butt. The water was very cold. He quickly returned
to warm himself in the summer sun next to the youth.
Only silence greeted him on return. The man rested uneasily over the
dirt and kept silent himself. Many thoughts swirled around in his head;
troubling ones. He was worried that the boy might tell others what he
had done. His shame of being raped from that enemy warrior would also
come out and in punishment, his tribe would likely cast him out. Was the
hope for love between them also gone?
Braided Scout shook his head at that last thought. He was risking
banishment and worse yet he seemed more concerned with a loss of love.
Was this boy worth it? The man swallowed nervously in his throat. The
continuing silence was not good for them. He knew that something had to
be done to win the boy back to him but what?
The man got into a sitting position with raised knees. He wrapped his
arms around his folded legs and stared at the youth. Winded Grass
reluctantly met his stare. There was no longer anger in the boy's eyes;
only sadness.
"It hurt a lot," whispered Winded Grass. "Why do you like getting
stuck into?" There was boldness in the youth and much daring.
Braided Scout thought for a moment. It was a difficult question but
he knew that some answer had to be given the boy. "It hurt me to allow
the warrior his use of my butt," he explained, "yet I was facing sure
death. Having escaped that, I faced an even greater humiliation from
others learning about it. You saw what had been done to me. I traded
your silence with a repeating of that rape."
Winded Grass stared at the brave. It didn't explain everything so he
voiced another question. "Why does your dick get hard from having your
ass fucked. And why have you allowed me to do it again and again?"
The man grimaced. What he feared most had been voiced by the youth;
a thing that he could barely admit even to himself. The silence between
them grew heavy like the morning fog. What could he say?
Winded Grass saw the dark shadow falling over the man's face. His
heart wrenched for having asked so bold a question upon his friend so
he reached his arm out to him in a gesture to take it back.
Braided Scout looked up. He was touched by the boy's act of compassion
and it surprised himself to hear words coming out of his mouth. "I love
you, Winded Grass. I want to give you pleasure because of how I feel.
Enjoy it... I enjoy feeling your dick in my ass."
The boy tried hiding his surprise at the man's words. What they
said; the admission could become a great humiliation to the brave. He
continued to hold Braided Scout's shoulder though his eyes fell to the
dirt in embarrassment mixed with shame. No man was expected to admit
such a thing; it was a denial to his very manhood!
"I am still a man," explained Braided Scout as if reading the boy's
thoughts. "What I did to you earlier tried proving that. It wasn't done
to hurt you!"
Winded Grass nodded. He still couldn't lift up his eyes from the
ground but he managed to ask, "did it feel good?"
The man nodded. "Yes. My loins hadn't come out since before my hunt.
After I sucked on your dick, my dick was really needing to. I like your
butt. It's a good way to join our male bodies."
Winded Grass lifted his eyes to read the truth in the man's words. He
saw sincerity in them. It was disturbing to think that such a brutal act
could show love since he knew that that enemy warrior had no love for
Braided Scout when he raped him. His own use of the brave's ass had come
from lust since it was freely offered. He wouldn't have forced their
joining. They were friends, and more.
The boy shivered. After hearing the bold truth from Braided Scout's
heart, he was seeing it in his own. A hard thing to accept. The brave
noticed the youth's shaking and drew him into his lap for an embrace of
warmth. It was a sensual feeling of the boy's slippery rear end wiggling
over his thigh. The youth's soft head rested against his breast. He
released a weary sigh... At that very moment their hearts became one.
In the sun-lit forest, the man and his boy came to terms with their
male love.
A new day came. Though they had slept apart, Winded Grass was quick
to join Braided Scout in their morning tasks. The man showed his young
charge the skills he would need when becoming a man himself. And one of
them was sexual instruction. A thing his own father couldn't teach him.
The brave and his boy were learning it together. Braided Scout was eager
to try new pleasures with their bodies; the boy a bit reluctant. He was
remembering the pain he had endured from their forced joining by the
creek on that day...
Braided Scout was always gentle with his young lover ever after. He
kept himself from forcing anything upon the boy and knew that he was
more willing to give pleasure than to expect a return of it. One of
their favorite sexual acts was a naked embrace: a simple hug with their
chests rubbing and hands low over each other's butts to grind their
swollen cocks together towards explosion. After catching their breaths,
the man would sniff over the youth's body and lick up what remained from
their sweet male releases. He liked the taste of their mingling sperm.
Often, the brave drank it from the boy's loins with a sucking of his
pole to bring it up from his balls. The act felt similar to having stuck
into the man's butthole: tight and hot!
They also continued to fuck. Braided Scout felt it was the most
intimate way of connecting their male bodies and he admitted to his boy
that he wanted to keep his seed deep within him. That same pleasure was
not returned to the man though. As much as Winded Grass was coming to
accept and enjoy their sexual bond he didn't want his ass raped again.
Admits all their sex, they talked about what they were doing and how
it felt right in their hearts. Winded Grass no longer dropped his eyes
in embarrassment or shame when hearing the man's words of love for him
or how he enjoyed coaxing his young lover's sperm in hand, his mouth or
deep in his hole. It was a good thing for them to share.
Though they agreed to keep their union a secret, they sought out
their People's shaman and had themselves bound as male companions. It
was a ritual reserved for braves who wanted to become like brothers;
always at each other's side when hunting or on the warpath. To mark
their joining, a length of thong was cut from each of their breechclouts
and tied into their long hair. The shaman asked for the Great Mystery's
blessing upon His two children. He suspected what the man and boy truly
shared and approved of it.
"You've never told me why you had a hard manhood display after that
warrior raped you," asked Winded Grass one afternoon.
Braided Scout paused from the carving of his newly hewn bow to look
up at his boy. A long sigh escaped from his mouth. He wasn't shamed by
the question but wondered how he could explain it to the youth's
satisfaction. "That Pawnee was handsome..." he began. A sharp look came
from the boy which made the brave laugh. "I will tell you so that
you'll not be asking me this same question ever again!
Winded Grass cast down his feelings of jealousy so that he could try
understanding what the man would be telling him. In the three moons
after they'd ritually binded themselves together before their shaman,
he's been wary of any young man or boy who approached Braided Scout. He
didn't want to share his man with any other!
"There was pain when that warrior stuck into me," the brave explained.
"Yet after a while, I began feeling a powerful beat from his deeper stabs
though my asshole. His swollen knob in me was giving me a dark sense of
pleasure; like the scratching of a hard-to-reach itch. I was also under a
death threat. That had me enduring the pain but it surprised me how
easily our male bodies were fitting together and how much he seemed to
enjoy our forced union. It had given me some measure of thrills."
"Like how we're often joining ourselves with my dick in your hole?"
asked Winded Grass.
Braided Scout nodded. He put down his crafted bow to lift up his
front flap to expose himself before the boy. "When I felt his seed
gushing through my butt, my loins reacted as if I had been the one doing
the butt fucking. You saw my 'hard manhood display' after his brutal act
but what you hadn't noticed was that I had spilt seed to my front flap!"
Winded Grass' eyes widened. It prompted another question from him.
"When I stuck into your butt, did you... also release?"
"Yes. For the first few times when you fucked me, I felt the power
from your lust giving vent to my own. It had shamed me to see my body's
reaction so I hid my spilt seed over the ground by kicking dirt over it."
"I wondered why you didn't seem to be in need after I fucked you..."
Braided Scout's words went through the boy's head and begged yet another
question to be asked. "You don't come out any more when I'm sticking
into you?"
The brave laughed. "I've become used to feeling your long dick in me!
That dark inner pleasure is still felt with your thrusts but I'm able to
prevent my release like how an older boy is able to prolong his erection
handling from experience. Have you not pulled over your horny dick but
kept it from spilling its seed too quickly?"
The boy giggled. "Yes. I enjoyed coaxing my thrills when I use to
beat off alone and by pausing from it, kept myself from getting to that
final ending pleasure. Tricking my dick made it become a red warpainted
color and very sore!"
"Better to share that part of your body with another, isn't it?" the
man asked. His boy giggled in reply.
When the brave's arms opened in his gesture for love making, the boy
went to him with a dropped breechclout. He sat in the man's lap facing
him. Legs wrapped around each other's flexing butts while between them,
their groin hair crunched and lengthening dicks mashed. They stared into
each other's eyes with love. Their arms held each other close and in a
drum-beated rhythm, their bodies played to the dance of male lust. It
was a good battle between their bellies. Their cocks were evenly matched
since Winded Grass was quickly maturing during their honey moon. With
sexual dripping, their rubbing was getting very pleasurable towards
release. They didn't try to prolong it. Breaths held. When the man
reached down to his boy's lips for a kiss, it set off their explosions.
Cum flew to their heaving chests. Sweet rain! Their sweat ran down
during their long rest afterwards. It seemed amazing to them that their
love making was getting better and better.
Something soft was voiced in the boy's breath. Braided Scout wasn't
sure but he thought he'd heard the word 'love'. It pleased him. When
Winded Grass lowered his weary head onto the brave's shoulder and closed
his eyes, he was held. The man kept his sleepy boy close to his breast.
Their running seed tickled against his body when it flowed down. Theirs
was a love between a young man and his boy. It would last forever.
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