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  *                          "NEW TO TEACHING LOVE"                          *
  *                                (part 10)                                 *
  *                              by Vince Water                April 8, 2005 *
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  |  Copyright 2005-2006 by Vince Water                       Corrected 5/06 |
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     "What's wrong with my son!" Winna wails.

     "He's running a fever." I don't look at the woman because of my anguish.
  The source of it kneels on the other side of Jesse. I see the glass of water
  in Simon's right hand and a bottle of pills in the other. He drops his eyes
  when I glare at him.

     In a meek voice, "I found Tylenol in the medicine cabinet. How many do
  you want, Mike?"

     I'm forced to look at Winna so I can ask her. "Do you know if Jesse is
  allergic to Acetaminophen?" The woman shakes her head from not understanding
  what I've asked. "Tylenol. Can he take Tylenol for his fever or will it hurt
  him because of Marfan's Syndrome?"

     "No. He can take that for his fever. I've given it to him before." The
  woman's voice breaks up. "Oh, honey! Mommy is here."

     Winna practically shoves Simon aside to reach her son. Her palm presses
  over Jesse's brow. When her eyes lift to mine, I see her great concern. She
  gasps when my lover moans out in pain.

     "I'm hot! Too... hot. Mom?"

     "I am here, honey. Can you sit up so Mike can give you some medicine?"

     I'm lifting Jesse to a sitting position. He groans out in terrible pain,
  struggling from my hold of his underarms. I Feel how much his head is hurting
  him. He tries retching. I'm pressing my lips tight together so nothing comes
  up from my stomach in response. That's because of our close bond. What he
  Feels, I feel with him. He's lowered back to the blanket.

     "Simon. Please hand me that glass of water and one Tylenol." The boy
  timidly comes to my side and we exchange glances. I give him a strained grin.
  When Jesse's stomach has settled down enough, the pill is popped into my
  mouth followed by some water.

     "What are you doing?" asks Winna.

     Ignoring the woman, I lower my face to Jesse's and Send my urgent plea.
  :Open your mouth, my love. Drink what I'm about to give you. Please!: When he
  takes a breath in readiness, our lips press together. My tongue opens the way
  for water bearing that pill into his mouth. He swallows several times. I kiss
  my lover with tears of woe stinging my eyes. I'm pressing my forehead against
  his and hug him close. His body is ablaze under me. :My poor Jesse!:

     The woman touches my shoulder. I become self conscious of my nakedness
  though the pillow is still pressed against my cock. Winna can see all of the
  back of me. I reluctantly release my lover and return to a kneeling position
  at his side. The woman and I exchange looks. There's compassion on her face
  for how I'm feeling.

     "I'll call our family doctor," says Winna. "My son needs to be brought
  back to his bed. Can you manage that?"

     "If his head is lifted from the floor, he'll throw up the medicine I've
  just given him. We need to a wait a while before moving him." Winna nods in
  understanding. She glares at Simon for a moment then gets to her feet. I
  don't need to look at the boy to know how wretched he must be feeling right
  now. The woman nearly runs to the kitchen.

     "It wasn't my fault!"

     I'm turning to Simon. He's bursting into tears but I don't offer him my
  hug that he needs. Guilt weighs on me. Jesse has to share in the blame. What
  did they do together last night? I try Gleaning that from the boy.

     "Hot!" Jesse shouts. "I'm too hot..."

     I'm startled to hear such strength in my lover's voice but it wanes with
  his last words. He kicks the blanket away. "Where is Jesse's underwear?"
  I've been looking for them on the floor and around the blankets.

     "He wasn't wearing any," Simon explains.

     Then I remember. We'd removed ours last night in bed so his must still be
  back there along with mine. "Run to our bedroom and get our underwear." I'm
  looking down at myself. The pillow hasn't kept all my nakedness from being
  seen by Winna. Even if she didn't spy on my cock, my butt was seen by her.
  Simon looks really scared. He glances back over his shoulder for the woman.
  "Use the hallway. You can sneak past Winna in the kitchen while she's on the
  phone." The boy reluctantly agrees.

     Jesse groans out. His head bangs against the floor so I take the pillow
  from my groin and set it under his head. His legs are kicking again. After
  Simon runs off, I lay fully over my lover to still his quaking body and how
  it burns against mine! :My love. I'm here with you so hold on! Your mom is
  calling a doctor right now.: A faint Reply is given me that he's Heard. My
  mouth presses against his in a sweet kiss.

     "What were you doing with my son!" Winna demands.

     Oh-oh. The woman has caught Simon in the kitchen.

     "Nothing! We just talked."

     "All night long?"

     "No. I didn't know that he hadn't returned to Mike's bed. He must have
  fallen asleep after I did. We didn't do anything!"

     "Why is he naked then?" asks Winna suspiciously.

     "I don't know. He'd come from using the bathroom last night to the front
  room where we only talked. I swear that's all that happened!" A long pause.
  "Don't believe me then. I'm going back to Jesse now to see what I can do to
  help him!"

     "I don't want you with my son that way!" Winna yells towards the boy
  running away from her.

     I hear Simon's footsteps approaching me. Jesse writhes in pain, his hands
  pushing against my chest because he's feeling too hot with me being on top of
  him. I reluctantly fall to his left side over the floor blanket. Winna stalks
  into the room. My left hand reaches down to cover my groin from sight.

     "I've brought them. Here."

     Simon tosses two pairs of underwear at my chest. His face is bright red,
  flushed with anger after Winna's confrontation. The woman averts her eyes
  when I sit up to put mine on. I'm then pulling Jesse's underwear up his
  thrashing legs. "Winna. Can you get a wet cloth to place on Jesse's
  forehead? He's burning up."

     "I will. He really needs to be brought back to his room before the doctor
  arrives." She glares at Simon for a moment who doesn't flinch. I'm Gleaning
  his innocence in all of this. Guilt weighs on my heart the more so.

     The woman walks to the hall and I hear the bathroom door opening. Simon
  and I exchange uneasy glances. It's unfair that the boy is getting the blame.
  "For what it's worth, I know that nothing happened last night between the two
  of you." I'm shrugging my shoulders. "Even if there had..."

     "We didn't do anything," says Simon in an even voice.

     "Okay." I'm reaching across Jesse's chest to comfort him while shivers
  run through his body. His tongue sticks out to pant like a dog on a hot
  summer's day.

     "He's really sick, isn't he?"

     I'm nodding. "Winna wants him back in our bedroom before the doctor comes
  but I fear carrying him will worsen his pain. He'll throw up the Tylenol."

     "Why don't we lift him in the blanket like a stretcher?" Simon suggests.
  "That'll keep his head level."

     Yeah. Why didn't I think of that? I'm giving the boy a nod. "Let's do it.
  And Simon, you are not at fault for Jesse being sick. It was him being in
  the rain yesterday and marching in protest for twelve hours. Don't you let
  Winna try to pin that blame on you too."

     "I shouldn't have yelled back at her in the kitchen but she wouldn't
  believe that Jesse and me didn't have sex!"

     "I know. I'd probably have said worse in your place, Simon. That woman can
  be very infuriating at times. Believe me. I know." My eyes roll in dismay. He
  smiles a little. I'm getting up and grasp two ends of the floor blanket at
  Jesse's head. Simon grasps his end. "Now, lift!"

     We slowly make our way towards the bedroom. Winna is in the kitchen
  talking to someone on the phone. She watches our progress like the proprietor
  of a glass shop who fears that we'll drop her prized vase - Jesse. We don't,
  of course. I'm relieved to find our bedroom door has been left open. Simon
  carefully turns while I follow him into the room. We're nearing the bed...

     "Mike!" the boy cries out in alarm.

     I'm steeling myself against him dropping Jesse or something. Simon is
  still holding his two ends of the blanket while a stream of water strikes
  him in the face and chest. Huh? My lover is pissing on him. "Keep hold of the
  blanket!" I plead to him in a loud voice.

     "I am!" Simon shuts his eyes until it's over with.

     Jesse mews with contentment but only for a moment. He whimpers in pain,
  softly at first then it becomes a loud wail. "Onto the bed!" I shout. Simon
  backs towards it and when it seems like he's gonna sit over the edge, I'm
  warning him not to go that way. "Walk back along it and we'll set him down."

     Simon does as I've asked. We're standing parallel to the foot of it and at
  my gesture of lifting up my elbows, we heft the blanket bearing Jesse onto
  the bed. My lover cries out. I'm rushing to hold him while he shivers
  something fierce. I leap into our bed, pull him off the wet blanket and I'm
  helped by the boy when he lifts Jesse's legs. Winna comes into the room.

     "I've called Jes-ee-ah's grandfather. He'll be over soon to do what he can
  after the doctor arrives."

     "Good." Winna glares at Simon who's rolling up the blanket we'd carried
  Jesse in. The boy drops his eyes from hers.

     "I want you to call up your parents. Tell them that you need to leave
  right away. I don't care who picks you up but you'll be out of my house and
  away from my son."

     Anger fills me. "This is my house too, Winna! I say that Simon stays."
  The woman and I lock gazes like two embattled bulls. Who will prevail here?

     "Stop it!" Simon shouts. "I won't have you two fighting about me! Jesse
  needs your attention now. Okay?"

     From the mouth of babes. I'm taking a deep breath and slowly release it.
  "I'm sorry, Winna." The woman glares at me in response. I see the wet cloth
  in her hand and gesture to be given it. She walks around the bed instead
  (making a wide circle around the boy) and attends to her son herself.

     Winna picks up Brown Bear from the floor and sets him in Jesse's arm.
  She gives me that Look. I'm bowing my head in shame but only for a moment.
  That's only a stuffed animal though he's been a companion to her son for many
  years. This woman can rely on me too for I will ever be at Jesse's side and
  there's no mere stuffing in my body for him to hug.

     I'm noticing the boy wiping his eyes. The urine is obviously stinging them
  and I see how wet the rest of his body is down to his underwear. "Simon? Why
  don't you take a shower?" That draws the woman's sharp glance. "Jesse pissed
  on him while we were carrying him into the bedroom. That was his idea to use
  the blanket. Otherwise, your son would have swooned if his head had been
  lifted by me carrying him and he'd throw up the Tylenol."

     Winna releases a sigh. "Alright, Simon. Go."

     The boy scurries out of the room. I'm cuddling up to Jesse on his left
  side while his mother presses the wet cloth over his head. His moaning eases
  some. I'd thought about covering my lover with the blanket but he'd likely
  kick it away from feeling too hot.

     "Mike. I feel badly about what happened between them last night. My son
  should have... known better. That's why I want the boy to leave my house!"

     "Why must he go if he hasn't done anything?" Winna flares her eyes at me.
  "Simon didn't have sex with Jes-ee-ah last night. I've Gleaned this from him.
  They only talked together. Jes left the room without his underwear, probably
  from his need to go to the bathroom and not wanting to disturb my sleep by
  searching our bed for them. He remembered that Simon was in the front room
  and went to talk with the boy in the hope of easing his heart. The sickness
  coming over him must have prevented him from returning to me. That's how he
  ended up sleeping there."

     "You're sure about this?"

     I'm gently nodding. Winna reads my face to see if I'm telling the truth.
  I don't flinch. "You know how committed Jes and I are to each other." When
  the woman's expression softens, I decide to tell her more. "Our hearts are
  big enough to share with others until they can find loves of their own."

     "Simon is only a boy."

     "He's nearly fifteen," I defend. "He may not look it but this isn't some
  innocent kid who can't handle what we're showing him. Goes-late-in-the-night
  accepts that Simon is gay. He fears other men will take advantage of the boy
  so that's why I've been appointed his monedo. Simon is like a younger brother
  to us who needs our guidance. We'll be good to him."

     "Does that have to include sex?" asks Winna bitterly.

     "I'm of mixed minds about that myself. Simon is a needing youth who will
  turn to someone else if we don't... Well." I'm seeing something in Winna's
  eyes. She seems willing to listen to me. "Goes-late-in-the-night knows that
  Jesse and I are a couple so what we'd do with his grandson won't hurt his
  heart. The boy needs to learn what it means to be gay in all its aspects.
  Bodily pleasure is only one of them. Simon is old enough to handle that and
  more, he needs it." I'm flaring my eyes to punctuate that point. Maybe I
  should tell her about Running Water. What's happened to him in his youth
  though I'll not use his name. I'm considering the right words to say when she
  speaks up. Her eyes take on a far away look.

     "I've heard that there are places where men have sex together." Winna's
  voice trails off to a mere whisper. "Do you know if Simon... has gone there?"

     "No!" I snap in reply. Winna gives me the eye that sends a cold chill down
  my spine. To my relief, she averts her attention from me to tend her son. Jes
  has calmed down. No more thrashing or moans of pain. She wipes his forehead
  with the wet cloth. I'm cuddling him close.

     "I wouldn't want a kid exposed to that," says Winna. "It'll prevent Simon
  from seeking a more fulfilling relationship."

     I'm not sure what she's saying. That Jes and I shouldn't have sex with
  Simon or... I Glean what she's meant before I could stop myself. My eyes
  widen in surprise. She knew about Running Water's Friday night bike rides
  down to the park! His father had confided in her but they didn't know how to
  help that troubled youth. Scolding him wouldn't of made any difference other
  than to worsen matters. I'm wetting my lips. "Ron helped him escape from that
  through his love."

     "Yes. He did."

     We exchange knowing looks. "It would be tragic if other gay youths sought
  sex in the bush. There's no love in it. I don't want that for Simon either."

     Winna releases a tense sigh. She's about to say something but decides to
  give this matter some thought first.

     I'm pressing my lips together to prevent more words from escaping my
  mouth. I think we've come to an understanding between us. Grandfather is
  coming. After he's helped Jesse, he'll talk with this woman about Simon.
  That's my hope, anyway.

     "You should get into some pants before the doctor arrives, Mike."

     "Sure." I'm squeezing Jesse in my arms one last time. He's laying very
  still against me like a stone. The utter quiet in my head alarms me because I
  can't Feel his pain anymore, none of his thoughts (such as dreams when he's
  sleeping) or anything from him! :Jesse? Are you there, my love?: Nothing.

     Winna asks, "Can you do anything for my son, Short Hair?"

     She's asking me if I can help him through our Connection or something.
  "No. That's his ability to draw upon my strength. I don't know how to give
  him that by myself. We are life bonded. He must draw on me to fight this
  sickness but if he's unable to..." I'm shutting my eyes in anguish.

     "I won't lose both of you!" cries Winna.

     All the woe this woman has been holding back behind her fierce resolve is
  breaking through. She presses her face into Jesse's breast, crying. I lower
  my head to Winna's and grasp her shoulder. "Shh. My lover will be all right.
  I pledge my very life that this will be so. He can't die!"

     We cling to each other with Jesse between us for a long while.


     Simon calls out at the bedroom door before leading a man into the room.
  He's obviously Blackfoot. A lighter shade to his face and he wears his hair
  short. There's some graying to it so I guess this man is in his fifties. He
  gives me the eye.

     Winna springs to her feet. "Thank you for coming, doctor!"

     The man walks around our bed until he's standing on Jesse's right side.
  There's a black bag in his hand. Hope fills me that he'll be able to help my
  lover. He looks at me again. "I'm Mike Short Hair. My companion has a fever
  that came on him this morning." The doctor's eyes flash for a moment after
  taking in what I've said. He knows that we're lovers now. Why deny it?

     "Are you feeling ill at all?"

     "No. Jes-ee-ah was leading the protest yesterday where he endured rain and
  marching in front of the police station for twelve hours. That left him dead
  tired and he took no food last night. I've given him a Tylenol about half an
  hour ago."

     "Has it helped?"

     "I think so. He's no longer thrashing about or moaning out in pain." The
  doctor opens his black bag. He peels the backing off a long strip and presses
  it against Jesse's forehead. Oh. It's a new kind of thermometer. The ends to
  a stethoscope are placed in his ears with the shiny metal head pressing over
  my lover's heart. He listens attentively. Then he moves it to his patient's
  back to listen to his lungs. I'm looking at this man's face but it doesn't
  reveal much to me. Next, he wraps a thick black cloth around Jesse's right
  arm and pumps an attached bulb in hand. There's a clock like dial hanging
  down from it. He's taking my lover's blood pressure, I guess. My heart sinks
  when the man's eyes widen in alarm.

     A little flashlight is next taken from the man's bag. He pulls open each
  of Jesse's eyes in turn to flash the light into them. He flicks it away for
  a moment, shines the light and flicks it away again.

     "Was he responsive earlier?"

     I'm wetting my lips. "Some. He muttered a few times about feeling hot but
  nothing more. No response to us since then." The man turns to Winna.

     "Your son must go to the hospital. I'm very concerned by his condition."
  The doctor checks on his patient's temperature, shaking his head in dismay.
  "Jes-ee-ah has a fever of a 101. That's more than two degrees above normal."

     "What's wrong with him? Isn't it only the flu?" asks Winna.

     "Most likely but his blood pressure is very high. Marfan's Syndrome makes
  Jes-ee-ah more prone to suffering a heart attack or stroke due to the
  complications that comes from a fever no matter what its cause."

     Winna and I exchange looks. We're considering the same thing, I'm sure.
  Grandfather is coming so he must perform his medicine rite over Jes-ee-ah
  before he gets into the hands of 'modern' medicine. I'm mouthing 'No' to her.

     "Our Inspired One will decide," Winna whispers.

     "Your son could die. I don't have the equipment with me to do anything if
  he goes into convulsions, or worse. Let me call an ambulance for him."

     "No."

     That almost sounded like a death's knell coming from the woman's mouth. I
  know that Winna wouldn't risk her son's life for nothing but we sense the
  need for grandfather to look at Jesse first. I'm Feeling this must be done.
  He'll Pass my strength into Jesse and Call upon Indian magic to cure him.

     Simon has been standing halfway between the bed and the door. He's back
  into his clothes. Winna is wearing a brown robe over her nightgown. I'm only
  in underwear. My lover, too. I've not touched him since the doctor arrived
  but when he moans, I grasp his left arm and bring my hand up to the side of
  head, turning his face towards me. :Jesse! Can you Hear me?: I'm repeating
  my plea again and again but my lover doesn't Reply. Tears fill my eyes. Maybe
  we should do as the doctor asked. I won't risk losing my life companion while
  waiting for an old man to make his way here from Chinook! Winna should call
  for that ambulance. If it arrives before our Inspired One, then that's fate.
  Anger fills me for some reason. My thinking is wrong!

     An idea falls into my head that didn't come from me. That spirit inside
  us! Why am I not Calling upon its aid for my lover? I do so now. My plea
  Reaches deep inside where we have Felt it reside in both of us. 'Please!
  Help my other self. Show me what I must do!' In a flash of insight, I'm
  given the working of a spell. My hands press onto my lover's burning neck,
  wet from his sweat. I Will my life's strength into Jesse. Everything that
  I've got! A dam bursts in me with flood water from my very being Flowing into
  my lover! I'm gasping from that severe loss. My eyesight fails...

     Muffled sounds reach my ears but it's like they're stuffed with cotton.
  I look down at our bed from on high. The man pushes me onto my back and uses
  his stethoscope to listen to my heart. His brown hands then push down on the
  left side of my chest. Again and again. I don't have any sense of my body and
  that's when I realize I've left it. I'm floating near the ceiling in spirit.

     All pain is left behind. There's not a care in me that my body is failing
  so I await that joyous moment of my Flight Above! Yet something nags at me.
  A wordless Voice. It pleads for me to fight to remain on our Mother least my
  other self will Join me. But why remain? We can be truly together in a much
  better place! Yet my path to the Above is not found. I used to remember where
  it lie but Charms A Bird had obscured that knowledge from me. I'm hovering
  between two worlds. A ghost am I.

     A shining being enters the room. It's grandfather. His spirit is so bright
  that I'm drawn to it. He looks down at my body on the bed and lifts his eyes
  to where I really am. His hands Reach upwards and I fall back into my body
  like the twang of an overstretched rubber band. Powerful hands hold me down.
  Life returns to my body and my earthly tether binds me back up.


     Our eyes slowly open in the harsh light. We close our eyelids from that
  brief pain but we open our eyes again to look for our other self. His brown
  arms are around me. Face pressed against mine to share one breath.

     :We were so worried, love! We'd nearly drowned by your life's Flow while
  you were left with little sustenance. If it wasn't for grandfather...:
  Anguish comes to us for what might have happened.

     :Could we have died?:

     :Both ourselves.:

     We shield our eyes from the hurtful glare coming through our bedroom
  window. My brown self is on our right side. A steady boom is heard coming
  from a drum beyond us. Grandfather! He's sitting on a chair and drumming in
  hand until lifting his head to see us. The room becomes silent. We're
  smelling that pleasant odor from burning sage. We sniff our right arm. Yup.
  The shaman has cleansed us with it, too.

     "You have returned from the dead," the old man says in jest.

     We're trying to sit up but our pale body feels weak and it's slow to
  respond. My brown self tries to help but we're also feeling weak.

     "You had Passed too much of yourself into Jes-ee-ah," the shaman scolds.
  "I'll train you in the proper use of your power if I can."

     "Yes, grandfather." I turn to my other self with joy in our heart! We're
  so close to each other right now. Everything that we... ah, he is Feeling,
  what we see and all my other self's memories are mine without any resistance.
  We Peer deep inside. Our brown self's love for Simon is as we've suspected.

     :We're not ashamed to love that boy.:

     We learn something that happened in the tub last night. Simon had tipped
  his thing into our asshole and we felt his joyous gush into our butt. Most of
  his cum had spilt between our cheeks but some went inside us. We wanted that.
  The boy's kiss to our neck affirmed his love for us in a tender expression.

     :Simon did fuck ourself.: We didn't Say that accusingly, only as a truth.

     :Yes. The boy fulfilled himself as a man in our body as he's meant to,
  love. He had acted as our Guardian during the protest. Our butt was only a
  small thing to give him return. We love him completely."

     :We acknowledge it.: Our eyes peer at the other with joy. We're One in
  spirit at this moment with two bodies to dwell in. More recent memories are
  Shared between us. The hardships from yesterday when we paced back and forth
  in the rain with only a small band of the People following behind. It had
  shamed our role as war leader. Then Simon came with dry clothes. He guarded
  us from those intrusive reporters and his arm supported us when we grew weak
  from walking along those police barriers for hours on end. The boy spoke up
  for us to that lady reporter. He helped rally the People and they came out in
  force! Yet we were at our strength's end to march before them. That man with
  the cowboy hat challenged our authority. How dare he! He was countered with
  the help of our former self. That last hour in the dark was the worse when we
  feared losing our will to go on yet we managed it. Barely.

     Memories are also revealed from our white self. Making love with Running
  Water in the tub, rallying the People with phone calls and learning of his
  difficult teenaged years. Our brother had given into the dark side of being
  gay for release and pleasure's sake at the park. That saddens us.

     There's a knock at our door. The doctor enters and Winna follows him in
  until his sharp hand gesture stops the woman in her tracks.

     "I need to speak with my patients alone."

     Our mother nods in understanding. She leaves, closing the door behind
  her. The man strides over to our side of the bed with his black bag in hand.
  He studies us for a long moment.

     "How are you feeling, Mike?"

     "We're better, thank you." Our other self had said that in unison and this
  man must realize how strong is our Connection. The doctor gives grandfather a
  troubled glance. The old man lowers his hand drum and shakes his head.

     "Do not be concerned, healer. Their Oneness will soon pass when they gain
  strength and a balance is struck between my grandsons."

     We peer at the other. Yes. What grandfather has said makes sense. Power
  Flowed to our other self and returns back from whence it came, though slowly.
  That spirit within us does that to achieve the proper balance.

     "I need to ask you something, Mike... ah. Short Hair."

     The man's stern eyes look at only one of us. 'Go ahead.' Oh. He didn't
  Hear us so we wet our lips and voice those words out loud.

     "Jes-ee-ah has the flu," the doctor explains. "I'm concerned that you
  might have caught it. Uh. Have you been... together since yesterday?"

     We Glean why this man has asked us. It has nothing to do with the flu.
  "No. We haven't had sex for more than a day." He glares at us as if not
  believing our words.

     "I really need to know this. You could get sick from your... companion if
  there was an exchange of bodily fluids."

     "We kissed."

     "Was it passionate?"

     We're nodding while a smile comes to our faces in sweet remembrance.

     "I'll give you a shot then, Short Hair. I've already given Jes-ee-ah an
  antibiotic to help him combat the flu."

     "We won't have to go to the hospital?"

     "No. Both of you are out of danger physically..." The doctor turns to his
  shaman who waves away his concern.

     A syringe is taken from the man's black bag along with a clear bottle
  which he holds upside-down to draw antibiotic from. A small paper pouch is
  torn opened. A cotton ball is taken from it and dabbed over our upper left
  arm. There's the strong smell of alcohol. He pushes on the syringe until a
  stream of fluid shoots into the air. Then we're steeling ourselves against
  the expected prick to come. The doctor sticks us with the needle. Not as much
  pain as we were expecting. He pushes down on his syringe until it's empty.
  We're handed a dry cotton ball.

     "Hold it there."

     We're doing so while the doctor puts everything back into his black bag.
  A piece of tape is brought across the cotton ball to hold it against our arm.

     "Jes-ee-ah?" The doctor is uneasy with what he has to ask.

     "Have you had sex with anyone since yesterday?"

     "No."

     Only our other self spoke. I turn to Jes and Think to us with a concern.
  :What about Simon? He should be given a shot because of him cumming in our
  butt. And did we not kiss the boy last night?:

     :I don't know, love. It was only a peck on his cheek. He tried coaxing our
  response when his naughty hand pulled over our thing but it wouldn't get hard
  like we were trying to from our kissing earlier that night.:

     :Simon might have caught the flu from us. The problem is how to ask the
  doctor to give that boy a shot without him thinking we'd had sex together.:
  Worry tugs at our heart... ah, I mean my heart. It is difficult to separate
  ourselves from each other like what happened after grandfather Passed that
  Power Bundle's spirit into us. We're struggling to regain our own identity.
  'We are Mike Yager. I mean... I am Mike!' Looking at my brown self, I think:
  'You are Jes-ee-ah. Jesse whom I love as a separate person from ourself...
  Myself! We are... You are Jesse. I am Mike!'

     Our separation is like the snapping of a rubber band against our heads.
  Ouch! Jesse peers at me without me looking out of him. He smiles in relief.

     "Mike. I need to know something about you because of how it could affect
  Winna's son."

     We're looking at the doctor with a sense of dread. I've Gleaned what he's
  about to ask me so we beat him to the punch. "No. I'm not H.I.V. positive and
  Jes-ee-ah is the first person we... I've ever made love to." The man nods.

     "How about you, Jes-ee-ah? Have you had any sexual relations with anyone
  else before?"

     :Jes. Tell him no! He's just fishing to determine if your flu could be a
  symptom from having AIDS or something. Don't you dare tell him about Ron!:

     "No, doctor." Jesse Sends, :I'm not infected, love. Charms A Bird
  cleansed us both in body and spirit after his ritual.:

     :Oh. Why don't I remember that?: Jes guards his thoughts from me. He lied
  effectively to his doctor but he can't do that to me while we mind speak. Yet
  my lover can keep an unspoken truth to himself. :Something happened when we
  were with Charms A Bird that you're not telling me.:

     :It was a shaman concern. Really, love! We can't tell you so please don't
  press me about it.:

     :Very well. It's as I've assured you before, my love. I know that our
  grandfather will be revealing things during your training as shaman that I
  cannot learn. I'll respect that.: The doctor voices a concern.

     "Your flu could be a symptom from a sexually transmitted..."

     "Enough talk, Keen-as-eagle-eyes!" barks Shaman He-who-runs-up-mountains.
  "You have asked my grandsons what was required in your position as a healer.
  Their bodies are not a threat to each other or to others."

     "Very well, Inspired One. Yet it would do no harm for a blood test to be
  made for diseases they're prone to because... You know."

     "I understand your concerns. Put them aside."

     Man! This doctor thinks us gay guys are walking epidemics. It's true that
  Jes and I have fucked around but it was with persons whom we know. My brother
  doesn't have AIDS. And Simon was an innocent when we've had sex with him. A
  thought strikes me. :Jes? Does Charm A Bird's cleansing ritual rid our bodies
  of disease only at that moment or...:

     :We carry within us his Protection for all time.:

     :Is that Passed to our sexual partners as well?: My eyes widen when I'm
  realizing the ramifications if this is so!

     :Alas, no. We won't become sick but Running Water is vulnerable if he
  catches something from another man as is also true for Simon. They won't pass
  that to us though.:

     Hmm. :Then why did you catch the flu?: I'm Asking. If Jesse and I are
  protected by that Omaha Shaman 'for all time' he shouldn't have gotten sick!

     :My flu came about because an evil spell had been cast upon me.:

     :What?: I'm gasping in surprise. Jesse thinks someone at the protest had
  done this to him but he doesn't know when or by whom. :Could it have been
  Eli Kie?:

     :No. Your talk with that white witch yesterday proves that this Trickster
  has fled West as Charms A Bird expected him to for there lies the sacred
  grove where Eli Kie hopes to steal IT.:

     :You know about me meeting with Ms. Spruell?:

     :Yes, love. When you were lying in bed with all your power drained out
  after giving it to me, I Peered deep into your head to bring you back. I've
  learned more than I have a right to know and for that, I am sorry.:

     :You know about what happened to Running Water when he was a gay youth?:
  Of course he does. :Then you know that we shouldn't have sex with Simon
  anymore because he'll be hurt like your uncle was. I won't do that to him!:

     :You are mistaken in your thinking, love. My uncle was raped by those bad
  men in the barn that turned his heart to stone. Without anyone to guide him,
  he went hunting for sex in the bush that left his heart more empty than his
  balls. We care about Simon and love him so we're not 'taking advantage' of
  his innocence. He loves me as deeply as your love for me.:

     I'm gasping out loud. :How can that be, Jesse?:

     :I won't deny his wanting spirit, love. His may not be able to touch me as
  easily as your spirit does because of our special bond but he does love me.:

     I'm shaking my head in denial to my lover's words but I Feel them in my
  heart. What he's Said is true.

     :Did not Owopspec take a boy to his tipi as his lover before you came?:

     :You know better than I that this was so,: I answer. :You have all of your
  former self's memories to draw upon.:

     :I do. Wind-go-through-his-hair was nearly eleven summers old when he fell
  in love with bad-eyes. In those years before your former self shared their
  tipi, they understood what it meant to love completely! Don't take this
  badly, love, but Christopher didn't learn this truth before his death.:

     :I'm not.: At this moment, I realize what was lacking in my former self
  and why Shaman Good-eyes grieved so much over him. Christopher didn't learn
  this truth for himself in his first life. He loved Owopspec yet that part of
  him which is everlasting didn't learn the truth of utter love until dropping
  into his new body (mine!) helped by Jesse and that spirit dwelling inside
  us. 'Owopspec!' I Call out. 'Please forgive the foolish boy that I was and
  how I must have ached your heart and that of Wind-go-through-his-hair by my
  jealousy! That was wrong of me. I did try to love you both. Really I did!'

     :Owopspec Says that he understands why Krist-o-fer could not. That white
  youth had come from an ignorant People who put so many wrong things in his
  head that needed to be overcome. He'd known that in time, Chris would have.
  Yet Eli Kie stole that opportunity from him. Our Father granted one of His
  Children the chance to learn what he failed to in his first life. Mike! You
  are well along that path of understanding.:

     Tears sting my eyes. I'm sniffling noisily through my nose. As I'm about
  to get a much needed hug from my lover, I notice Keen-as-eagle-eyes studying
  us intently. He's in awe from suspecting that Jesse and I are Speaking to
  each other mind to mind. I've Gleaned this from the man. Damn! I'm denied my
  hug because of him. My tongue sticks out in protest.

     "You do seem to be feeling better, Short Hair."

     Jesse sticks his tongue out at the good doctor. That earns us a scolding
  from grandfather.

     "Be respectful to Keen-as-eagle-eyes!"

     "I'm sorry," mutters Jesse.

     "Me too, doctor. Sorry..." The man shakes his head in amusement.

     "You two are a wonder."

     "Why is that?" asks Jesse with a shy grin.

     "My eyes see the young men before me but my heart senses that there is
  much more to you. A power that is old beyond your apparent years."

     "They could use a good kick to the head!" suggests grandfather. "I've
  certainly tried beating some sense into them but to no avail."

     "Why are you so serious after those long years to your life, Inspired One?
  Allow these youngsters their little joke on this 'healer'. Hah!"

     I'm staring at Jesse when hearing words from him that aren't his! He
  covers his mouth with his hand. Too late. They've already spilled out and I
  fear how this man will react.

     "Be still, old man!" barks Shaman He-who-runs-up-mountains. "Return to
  where you belong until greater need than parleying words with me calls you
  to come forth in my grandson."

     "What... What is going on here?" gasps Keen-as-eagle-eyes.

     Jes and I turn to grandfather.

     "It's a family matter." Power fills the Inspired One and he points two
  fingers at the man while uttering, "Forget..."

     The tiny hairs lift at the back of my neck. I exchange knowing glances
  with Jesse when we realize that grandfather has cast a spell over this man.
  Keen-as-eagle-eyes shakes his head as if stunned.

     "Ah. It would do no harm for a blood test to be made to make sure they're
  not infected, Inspired One. They're vulnerable because... You know."

     "I understand your concerns, healer but put them aside."

     I'm trying not to reveal my surprise. The doctor has forgotten everything
  that's happened these last few minutes. He's repeated his concern about us
  getting a blood test though in his ears, it was only the first time he asked.

     "It seems that I'm not needed here any longer," says Keen-as-eagle-eyes.
  "I'll take my leave. My patients are in good hands with you, Inspired One."

     "Thank you for coming to see my grandson."

     The doctor nods, acknowledging his Elder. He turns for the door and leaves
  the room. I've caught sight of Simon waiting in the hall.

     "In good hands? You two trouble makers! or should I say four of you? I've
  only two hands and they're obviously not enough to handle Good-eyes, Chris,
  Jes-ee-ah and Short Hair." The old man lifts his face unto their Father.
  "Please! Have I not served You long enough to deserve my rest at last?"

     "Grandfather!" gasps Jesse. "Do not joke about such a thing. You are
  still needed here. I need you."

     "That is so, grandson. I may be given a little more time to impart unto
  you the experiences from my life that's guided the People to this day. Your
  former self will complete your training after I am gone. Is this not so?"

     "Yes, grandfather, but don't you talk about dying yet!"

     "The old moon wanes and a new moon waxes." He-who-runs-up-mountains smiles
  at his grandson. "Such is the circle of life."

     I'm struck by grandfather's words. He's ready to die. Jesse rushes to
  embrace the old man but he nearly falls to the floor between them.

     "You are still weak in body, my grandson."

     "Not so weak that I won't get my hug!"

     I watch them hold each other while tears run down my face. We know that
  grandfather won't see that many more moons. He likely even knows the day that
  he'll be going Above. His 'deserved rest' from the woes of flesh bound
  spirit. Yet we'll not mourn for him because he'll Join with all the Others in
  that joyous Place. Jes and I will miss him though.

     They separate and grandfather stands up. He carries his hand drum past the
  foot of our bed, eyeing us both for a long moment.

     "Rest, my grandsons." The old man's eyes narrow in a stern gaze.

     :No love making.: Jesse sighs in disappointment.

     :So. That's why he's left since we'll prove a bore to him by simply
  resting in each other's arms.:

     :Silly! Don't think badly about our grandfather.:

     :Sorry, my love, but you have to admit that he's watched us twice before.:

     Jesse sticks his tongue out. :So what. Our joyous embraces didn't
  embarrass me and he knows how love is performed even between us guys.:

     :I was embarrassed.:

     :That's because you're a white skin.:

     I'm gasping in surprise to hear my lover swearing at me. He giggles.

     :I'd meant that in a nice way, love.:

     :Sure you did.: Jesse snuggles up to me with his soft head resting over
  my breast. I settle back down into my pillow. He begins to yawn. It's
  infectious and I'm yawning too. :Ready to get back to sleep?:

     :Soon, love. I didn't get a wink while grandfather and I tended to you
  because your hold on life had been a fleeting thing. You nearly died!:

     :I know. Grandfather has gotta teach me how to Pass my strength into you
  without risking my own life. You usually do that when in need but you
  couldn't so that spirit within us Showed me how and... I did. Everything that
  I had went to you!:

     :You nearly traded your life for mine,: Says Jesse with awe.

     :I was so worried about you!:

     :In your effort to save me, I would have followed you Above instead.
  Grandfather must instruct us both on the use of our powers so far as he's
  able to. It's not a common ability these days. I'll turn to Good-eyes for his
  guidance but he may not know how to help us either. If only we'd had more
  time with Charms A Bird. His personal medicine and experience with Power in
  its many manifestations is truly awesome!:

     When I'm about to Ask Jes what that Omaha Shaman can do, his thoughts turn
  guarded but something slips though. I glimpse a silver ring that will go to
  my lover... afterwards. I'm guarding my thoughts so he won't know that I know
  not that it's much. What's so important about Charm A Bird's ring?

     Jesse yawns something fierce. I'm not feeling that tired yet I close my
  eyes to find sleep. It evades me though. I end up staring out our bedroom
  window and the shadows cast by the house next door surprises me. I'm looking
  at the clock. :It's already four?:

     :You were unconscious for over six hours, love.: Jesse yawns again.

     :I didn't realize! No wonder you're so tired. That good doctor is gonna
  charge Winna a lot for such a long house visit.:

     :Keen-as-eagle-eyes didn't stay all that time. A call took him away and he
  returned to check up on us only half an hour ago.:

     :Oh. Have you eaten?:

     :I can't. My stomach isn't up to it.:

     :Jes! You're gonna thin down to mere skin and bones. You have to eat.:

     :I'll try to later tonight, love. I promise.:

     Jesse rests his head over my breast. I rub his face to soothe him. I'm
  Feeling how sick he still is, the aches of his body and especially his limbs
  that's preventing him from going to sleep.

     I'm wetting my lips and sing softly to Jes. "Go to sleep... Go to sleep...
  Go to sleep my dear love. Safe in my arms. Dream sweet dreams. Go to sleep
  my dear sweet love..." I'm humming the rest of this lullaby until I hear him
  snoring. His brown face is at peace. For a long while, I watch over my lover
  until sleep falls upon me as well.

     'Him?'

     She didn't Ask me that by thought but from her peering gaze through the
  frozen waterfall I'm standing behind. A tall thin Native is sitting in a
  chair before her. I've Gleaned that he is the one we seek. Even more so, I
  Sense the Darkness in him that tries to hide him in shadow. My eyes have
  pierced through. He's a Trickster in training. He cast that spell over
  Jesse at the protest! Anger blares in me to tear him apart with my hands
  but the waterfall separates us.

     The white witch will deal with him. Will this man die at her hands? Guilt
  tugs at my heart because my involvement will sully my hands by his murder,
  even for such a one. There must be another way to counter Darkness than to
  act as one of its servants. Maybe his spirit can be brought back into the
  Light. I will act for good, save this man's life through forgiveness and
  understanding so he won't be condemned to the Underworld.

     My lover smiles at me. His thoughts acknowledge that I'm following the
  good red road to prove myself worthy in our Father's eyes.


     I awaken in darkness with my urgent need to take a piss. Jesse is still
  clinging to me. A glance at the clock reveals that it's nearly eight from its
  glowing hands. My stomach rumbles with hunger. The needs of the body... sigh.
  With much reluctance, I carefully slip from my lover's side and step onto the
  floor. My head feels faint. Oooh. When I've stopped swooning, my feet are
  placed one in front of the other while my arms reach out to keep my balance.
  It's like I'm weary after a long run. Or I'm sick. I sure hope not! otherwise
  who's gonna take care of my lover? His mom. I'm glad that we're living here
  with Winna instead of taking her son away to live in an apartment somewhere.
  Jes still needs us both.

     I've reached the dresser. After groping for the second drawer down on my
  right and pull it out, I find a t-shirt to wear. Hmm. Too small so this must
  be Jesse's. I grab another shirt and it feels new by its stiffness. Yup.
  This one fits me. It's of length to cover my underwear and upper legs. I make
  my way towards the door guided by the faint glow of Jesse's nightlight.

     I find Winna in the kitchen. She turns from her stove to peer at me and
  I'm steeling myself against what she may say.

     "How are you feeling Mike? Are both of you up to eating something?"

     "Jesse is still sleeping." I'm holding onto the wall with my right hand
  to steady myself. My head feels faint.

     "You should be back in bed."

     "I have to..." I'm looking down the hall. Winna nods in understanding so
  with wobbly steps, I manage to reach the bathroom. My piss flows strong and
  yellow. Ahhh.

     Simon is waiting outside for me in the hall. His cute face is marred by
  worry so I'm about to assure him that we're feeling better. He asks first.

     "How is Jesse?"

     "Sleeping." Hmm. The boy didn't ask how I was feeling. He drops his eyes
  from mine so I grasp his shoulder in assurance. "How are things with you?"
  I'm peering towards the kitchen as a hint.

     "Oh, that. Winna's no longer trying to kick me out of her house after
  grandfather spoke with her. He talked with me. I've promised not to be with
  Jesse, at least while under Winna's roof and he's told me to..."

     "Okay. That's good." My right hand lifts to stop the boy from talking me
  to death 'cause I'm about to drop at his feet. I clutch the doorway.

     "Are you alright?" asks Simon.

     Tiny stars flash at the edge of my eyesight but I fight against my
  fainting spell. Simon grabs the left side of me. He helps me down the hall,
  through the kitchen and into my room where I'm dropping into our bed. That
  disturbs Jesse from his sleep. :Sorry, my love.:

     Jesse yawns. :You went to the bathroom?:

     :Yeah. I barely made it back if not for Simon's help.: I'm Feeling my
  lover's bodily discomfort. :Do you need to go?:

     :Yes.:

     I'm Feeling Jesse swoon when he lifts his head from our bed. He falls
  over my outstretching arm. :Jes!:

     :I'm going to need Simon's help too,: Jesse Answers after a moment.

     :You're in no shape to get out of bed!: I scold.

     :But I need to piss.:

     An idea comes to me. "Simon. Run to the bathroom and get me that plastic
  glass you'll find by the sink."

     "Does Jesse need to drink water?"

     "No. He's gonna fill it." I hear the boy's soft "Oh" when he understands
  and runs off. I'm crawling over Jesse and turn him onto his right side. His
  underwear is pulled down to his ankles in readiness. I press myself against
  him. He smells likes a turtle because of his sickness. My hand comes to rest
  on his butt.

     :Are you needing to piss some more?:

     Huh? I catch my lover's teasing and make a suggestive humping motion
  against his bottom. :Always! You have a nice little ass for me to piss into.:

     :You've forgotten to pull down your underwear, love.:

     :Oh, that. I'm not even hard.: We both laugh at our silliness. Simon
  announces his return to our bedroom by the quick thumping of his feet against
  the carpet. "Come around to Jesse's side of the bed with your glass."

     "He's going to piss in it?"

     "Yeah. Make sure nothing spills out when you help him urinate."

     "Me?" Simon gasps. "I can't! I've promised not to touch Jesse..."

     I'm rolling my eyes in dismay. I reach around my lover's waist and grasp
  his dick. It's hard. The boy must have seen it and he fears that he'll be
  breaking his promise by touching Jesse's erection even though he's only
  gonna be helping to relieve it. "Hold your glass under it." I'm feeling the
  rim against my fingers and direct Jesse's dick into it. :Go ahead,: I'm
  Asking my lover. He starts pissing after a moment of hesitation. "Let me know
  when the glass is nearly full."

     "I will," answers Simon.

     I've never held anyone's dick before while they're pissing. The strong
  flow from it is felt under my fingers. I'm also Feeling that familiar sense
  of relief by being Connected to Jesse. He empties his bladder before Simon
  has to warn me that the glass is full. "Empty it in the toilet. Okay? And be
  careful not to spill any while you're carrying it there."

     "You think I'd want to give Winna another excuse to be mad at me?" the boy
  exclaims. "Not on your life!" He holds the glass with both hands and walks
  out of the bedroom.

     I'm gently stroking over Jesse's foreskin. It feels silky warm in my
  fingers and wet against my palm. I don't think that I've ever handled it for
  him before which surprises me. We've made love in lots of different ways but
  not from this simple boy's act. I'm Feeling my lover getting thrilled by it.
  :Can you piss some more?:

     :You better stop,: Jesse warns. :I have to save it for your butt.:

     Then I'm remembering that thong tied around my right wrist. His 'blessing'
  will restore my manhood as we've Seen so I can piss thick white cum again.
  I'm lowering my fingers until they lovingly clutch Jesse's balls. :You have
  saved yourself for me.:

     :Of course, love. Simon didn't steal my blessing like you'd thought.:

     Peeking in my head again! I don't scold Jesse because I recall how our
  thoughts were closely bound this morning when we Shared our recent memories
  as one person. We managed to separate ourselves. I'm left feeling weak from
  Passing most of my life's energy to my lover while he's still suffering from
  the flu.

     I'm startled by the light being turned on in our bedroom. Simon wouldn't
  have done that. I withdraw my left hand from Jesse's loins and pull up his
  underwear in a rush. When turning my eyes to the door, my suspicions are
  confirmed. It's Winna. Why couldn't she have knocked first! My anger cools
  when I see the woman holding a bowl in both her hands. She carries it around
  our bed, sitting in the chair before her son.

     "How are you, honey?"

     "I'm feeling a little better."

     "I've brought you some soup."

     Winna sets her bowl over the edge of our bed, steadying it in one hand
  while she brings a spoonful of soup to Jesse's mouth. I'm Sensing my lover's
  hesitation to eat. He's not sure about his stomach.

     "Open up," Winna asks with amusement in her voice. She remembers how
  difficult it was to feed her little boy sometimes and comes up with an old
  trick to get him to open his mouth now. "Grandma's pie afterwards..."

     Jesse opens his mouth automatically. I'm Feeling a twinge of sadness from
  my lover because that was an empty promise about getting dessert.

     "I really miss her, mom."

     "I do too." When Winna offers her son another spoonful, his lips press
  tight together.

     "Try, Jes." He's worried about his stomach keeping the soup down. I'm
  remembering my own hunger and lick my lips. Winna stretches out her arm. She
  brings the spoon close to my mouth and I open wide. I'm swallowing her soup.
  We peer at each other with gratitude in my eyes for feeding me as if I were
  her own son. She smiles.

     "Jes-ee-ah. Another spoonful for mommy."

     My lover opens his mouth with an embarrassing grin. He's swallowing. Winna
  gets a rhythm going with her spooning soup twice into my mouth to every one
  that Jesse's takes. We soon empty the bowl. "Thank you, mother." The woman
  nods. She's taking care of both of us now.

     I'm Feeling my lover's contentment after eating. His stomach is happy. Me
  too, though that comes mostly from how I'm feeling in my heart. Winna brings
  the bowl to her lap. Jesse yawns. He turns to me with eyes closed and rests
  his head over my breast to go back to sleep. I'm about to hold Jesse when
  the woman gives me a Look. It's not what I feared. Her face softens with an
  endearing expression on it that acknowledges what I am to her son. My arms
  wrap around my lover.

     Winna quietly gets up from her chair. I hear her soft footsteps going away
  and the light is turned off. A door closing. My heart is very content at this
  moment. I press my face against Jesse's hair and kiss my dear lover. I'll
  remember how Winna looked upon me as her son for the rest of my life.


     I come awake. My butt is paining me so I gently slip away from Jesse. He
  continues snoring. By the faint glow coming through our window, I guess that
  it's early in the morning. Yup. The clock reads nearly seven. I'm stretching
  my arms and to my relief, my head doesn't feel faint. We've both had a good
  night's sleep. I silently make my way to the bathroom.

     I'm flushing the toilet after sitting down. A thought fills my head that
  comes from Jesse. He wants me to be very clean down there and a shy grin
  springs to my lips. :You're awake?:

     :Of course. Do you think you can get away from me without my knowing it?:

     :No...: A smile forms on my lips. I find a washcloth and wet it from the
  sink. I'm wiping between my cheeks and spread my legs to clean out my hole as
  well. My cock hardens in anticipation. :How about your butt?:

     :I'm sure it's stinky, love. Would you mind waiting until after I've taken
  a shower later?:

     :Sure.: After making sure mine is clean, I step from the bathroom. My feet
  feel cold. That reminds me. I'm peering into the front room for Simon. He's
  asleep on his makeshift bed over the floor. The blanket has fallen to his
  legs so I tiptoe into the room with my intent to cover him back up. The boy
  is laying over his belly. My eyes fall to them nice curves sticking through
  his underwear. I'm tempted to kneel down and reach in for a feel of his butt.
  I scold myself. What's happened to Running Water in the barn returns to me.
  Those men raped him when he was drunk and helpless. I'll not harm this youth
  out of lust.

     Simon stirs from sleep when the blanket is drawn up to his neck. He slowly
  turns to me, yawning.

     "Up early?"

     The boy looks me over with his eyes peering at that tight bulge in my
  underwear. No shyness in him. I drop my hand to cover my erection from sight.
  Simon giggles.

     "It's not like I haven't seen you hard before, Mike."

     "I know." This youth hasn't shown much interest for the front of my body.
  He's enjoyed fucking my ass after doing Running Water's first. I'm Gleaning
  his disappointment that we can't do anything together now. He still wants me
  for sex though his heart is stuck on Jesse.

     "How is Jesse?"

     "He's better this morning." I'm not surprised that the boy's thoughts have
  turned to my lover. "I should get back to him."

     "He'll take care of you," whispers Simon.

     I'm Sensing his disappointment mixed with jealousy. We exchange knowing
  glances before I turn away. Resolve fills me. Jes and I shouldn't be having
  sex with this youth anymore because it's already confused him about what love
  is. Those good feelings from his dick won't fill his heart; only give the boy
  a yearning to have sex that by itself is only a shadowy form of what love
  really is.

     I make my way back to our bedroom where true love awaits me. My hearts is
  so full for Jesse that I'm not needing a boy to share in our love that way.
  Simon has some growing up to do. Running Water accepts my love for him though
  it may prevent him from finding another man whom he can be with completely.
  Kinda sad, that.

     On my right is Winna's bedroom door. Is she sleeping late as is her habit
  on Sunday? I hope so! Not that I'm loud with my moaning when getting fucked
  (those guys I'd watched on the porn videos sure groaned a lot) but I'd be
  really embarrassed if she knew we were having sex. Ah, making love that is.
  I enter the left door and find Jesse sitting up in bed waiting for me. He's
  naked. There's no shyness in him.

     :Let's do it, love. I want to return the manly potency to your balls after
  flooding your ass with my strong seed.: In words spoken out loud, "My thing
  good medicine, pale face. I do you good."

     I'm laughing. To hear my lover's Indian accent is always a turn on for me
  and he knows this. We're too often mind speaking to each other. I pull down
  my underwear and turn around, slapping over my cheeks sticking towards him.
  :You like?:

     "Ah, yes."

     We're both very excited. I Sense this from Jes but too, it's his heart
  that yearns for me from love. He really cares for me. Getting together this
  morning will do more than express our hearts to each other but restore my
  manhood. I turn to my lover. He gives me a shy look when my eyes fall on his
  erection. It stands along his groin. A nice size. Not stubby or too long like
  his arms and legs. Popped out from his foreskin is a brown knob. It's oozing.
  I'm coming to bed with longing on my face to join ourselves. In body. We're
  always Connected in thought, feelings and our spirits touch. Making love
  completes us.

     Jesse looks down at himself. :Mine isn't that big.:

     :Oh, Jes! I wouldn't want you any other way. Yours is perfect.: I've Felt
  his envy of Running Water's size. That man's cock has reach to tickle my
  prostate and such power from it! I'm grasping my lover's 'thing' as he calls
  it. I'm enjoying how it feels in my hand. Soft and silky, yet stiff with
  manly excitement. I peer into Jesse's shy eyes. "You satisfy me, my Indian
  warrior." His eagle feather rests over his left shoulder. "A war leader too!
  I'm very proud that you've led the People on my behalf."

     "I was war leader for only a day," says Jesse. "And if not for Simon, I'd
  have faltered."

     "He's proven himself, too."

     :Yes. As a Guardian to me.:

     I've caught a deeper meaning to what he's Said. I'm reminded of the secret
  society Charms A Bird has led throughout his five lives. There were men who
  served as his Guardians. Jesse smiles. He peers at that small bundle hanging
  down from my neck that contains our wedding rings. :Soon, my love. Everyone
  will know of our commitment to each other.:

     I lower my hand down to Jesse's 'bundle'. His balls are a small clutch in
  my fingers but of power. Manly power, that is. I hope that'll get Passed to
  my balls though my need isn't to get a woman with child.

     :Don't be so sure about that,: Says Jesse.

     :What do you mean? Have you Seen something!:

     :Maybe. Chris didn't think he would get a woman with child but he did. If
  not for their daughter who was your grandmother, you would not have come into
  the world. He lives on through you.:

     Will I ever lay with a woman to bear my child? Hawk Flying Over will if he
  marries again. That's why I'd given him my manhood strength in a Passing Rite
  them weeks ago. Hmm. Charms A Bird had said a curious thing. He'd Seen that
  Hawk Flying Over's seed may not find fertile ground though it's given in love
  from his heart while my father's blood could pass through me to a woman in
  need for a baby. We're about to perform a rite that will restore my ability
  to do so. I fingering over that thong tied around my wrist.

     Jesse peers lovingly into my eyes. He reaches over to give me a kiss and
  I respond. Passionately! Our arms fly around each other. His slim body is
  pulled to mine, our chests are rubbing (he loves the feel of my hair) and the
  kisses never stop! I'm feeling a hand pulling over my ass. That makes me
  proud of my lover, that he can express that part of himself as a man in his
  desire to take me. I've always thought that gay couples adopted roles similar
  to straight couples. One guy is always the 'top' who fucks while his 'bottom'
  partner submits to him. I'm sure that happens in gay relationships. Not in
  ours. We express the joy of our love for each other in every way. Jesse's
  People calls that being 'two spirited' in a man because the rear of him
  submits to other men as a squaw.

     We pause from kissing to catch our breath. I hope my ass is clean enough
  for Jesse to rim me. I'm peering past him for the wet cloth his mother had
  pressed against his forehead. It's laying on the night stand. Maybe another
  wipe between my cheeks to be sure...

     :I'm sure your butt is clean,: assures Jesse.

     :Peeking again!: I scold.

     :Then don't think so loud, love. You pale faces haven't been taught how to
  control your emotions and worse, allow them to be readily seen on your faces.
  My People are embarrassed by such strong displays, Mike.:

     :I know that but it's who I am, Jesse.: I'm feeling hurt.

     :Forgive me, love! I shouldn't be chiding you about your character and
  it's one of the reasons why I love you so much.:

     :I love you, Jes. Very much!: Our arms tighten around each other. We
  return to kissing while our frantic bodies rub against each other in the joy
  that is love making. We've fallen to our sides in the bed, dicks rubbing. If
  we keep that up...

     "Turn over and play dead, love."

     I wonder why Jes asked me that out loud. I'm turning onto my stomach and
  find two woolen feet sticking out between the pillows. Brown Bear is sitting
  in his usual place in our bed. Watching. Kisses are felt over my backside.
  They turn into small bites that drive me crazy! My lover's tongue slips
  between my cheeks. He licks into my asshole with spit being put in me to ease
  our bodily joining soon to come. I look at that thong tied around my wrist. A
  grin comes to my face that my manhood will be restored after the deed is done.
  "Fuck me, Jesse..."

     "Can't wait for it, huh?"

     There's giggling heard from Jesse and to my startlement, Simon giggles
  from across the room. I'm turning to the boy. He turns shy, eyes falling to
  his feet for daring to be here.

     :It's alright, love. Let him stay.:

     I'm Sensing something odd from my lover that quells my anger. He feels
  that it's important for Simon to be here to complete his rite or something.
  They've planned this! I don't raise a word against it yet I Warn Jes that the
  boy must not join us in bed. He's made that promise to grandfather.

     After giving my nod of approval to Simon, I'm stretching over the bed
  while sticking my ass up to signal my readiness to get it mounted. Jes rests
  his head over my cheeks. I feel his breaths cooling me there for a while.
  Why doesn't he stick in me? Maybe he's still sick. :Are you alright?:

     :I'm a little tired, love. I still haven't recovered from the flu.:

     :But that thing of yours is still hard. Right?:

     :Oh, yes. You'll find out in a moment!:

     Jesse gets on top of me. I'm feeling the sweep of his long hair against
  my left arm when he turns to look towards our right at Simon. When I peek on
  the boy, I find him standing close at the edge of our bed. We don't make eye
  contact. His brown legs stand apart with a hand reaching into his underwear.
  A smile crosses my lips. This youth will join into our love act in his own
  way. A boy's simple act. Alone.

     :That promise of his is about to be sorely tested,: Says Jesse.

     :I'm sure. He's gonna get an eyeful of your brown ass making lots of
  humping when you're plowing into mine. I think he'd wanna jump yours.:

     :A threesome, love?:

     :Yeah. But it won't happen.: I sure hope it won't! The boy must honor his
  sworn vows especially when made to our tribe's Inspired One. Jes agrees. Of
  course, Simon's vow only prevents him from having sex with us in Winna's
  house. We can find a nice out of the way place in the reservation where only
  the sun looks down upon our huddling nakedness... I drive that lustful
  thought away. My heart warns me against doing this thing with Simon.

     I hear Jesse spitting to his hand. He reaches down my back to wet his
  dick, directing its knob onto my hole. I'm relaxing myself back there. With
  the raising of my ass, he sticks in but slowly. That filling sensations comes
  to my asshole when our bodies fit together. My lover remains unmoving over my
  back even when I wiggle my butt. When I feel his breaths against my cheek,
  my head turns sharply left so that we can kiss as he wants. I want this too!

     We're panting for breath. Our sweet kisses ended too soon. There's a
  throbbing felt in my asshole so I hump against Jesse's groin. His dick stabs
  forward, giving me that wonderful sensation of being taken by a man! I press
  my face into the bed while my lover fucks me. He clutches my shoulders,
  pulling his slim form over my back to fulfill himself. Yet after a while, his
  thrusts slow. :What's wrong, my love?: I gently Ask.

     :My thing is willing but the rest of me...: explains Jesse sadly.

     :You're still sick.: I'm releasing a sigh of disappointment. Then an idea
  strikes me that I act upon. My ass rises to slip all of Jesse's dick in me.
  When I fall back to our bed, I'm squeezing my inner muscles as he withdraws.
  That's a trick I've learned from Owopspec. He really knew how to use his ass
  to coax a man's release even from someone unwilling. That happened to a
  certain reluctant brave. Owopspec told me how he found a young man sitting on
  the outskirts of camp with his hand under his front flap. He didn't startle
  at my lover's approach. His cock ached him so he pulled and pulled but he
  couldn't cum. Owopspec kneeled in front of this needing brave and with the
  lifting of his flap, went down on his cock. He sucked the man. :Hey. Do you
  remember what happened to Throws-sticks-at-rabbits?:

     :On that morning at the edge of camp?: Asks Jesse.

     :Yeah.: My lover breathes in sharply.

     :Are you going to try that on me?:

     :Well... sure. Though you'll remain on top of me unlike how Owopspec
  'raped' that young brave.:

     :He really did that to Throws-sticks-at-rabbits though it was his own ass
  that got flooded.:

     :Like I hope mine will get.: I lift my ass to impale myself on Jesse's
  dick, squeezing it when falling back to the bed. We Share Owopspec's memory
  of how he coaxed that man's release in him. After trying to suck off Brave
  Throws-sticks-at-rabbits, Owopspec's mouth let go of the man's hard cock and
  he roamed up his body with kisses. He especially liked sucking his tits that
  erected, biting on them until the brave asked him to stop. Owopspec squatted
  over his groin. He reached back and put the man's cock in his butt, sitting
  down hard to connect their bodies in one thrust. Throws-sticks-at-rabbits
  didn't want to fuck him. He pushed against Owopspec's chest and sat up where
  a battle ensued. Their hands struggled in nearly matched strength between
  them. All the while, a lusty beat raged below them.

     :Remember how that brave kept asking Good-eyes to stop?:

     :Yeah.: Throws-sticks-at-rabbits ended his struggles but he kept saying
  "No... no..." while Owopspec flexed his crossed legs over that man to force
  thrusts up his ass. :It must have felt good. For both of 'em, I mean.:

     :Good-eyes felt the brave's cock getting stiff in his butt,: Says Jesse.
  :They no longer struggled against each other but let it happen.:

     We Share that moment from the past. Throws-sticks-at-rabbits started
  holding breaths. His hands no longer pushed against Owopspec's chest but fell
  to their front flaps, clasping them as if in pain. Grunts blew from his nose
  with each sharp exhale. He gulped in breaths through his mouth. Owopspec
  held the young man's shoulders and to his surprise, felt himself being held
  back with hands that locked behind his shoulder blades. They embraced. Their
  chests rubbed while below, a brutal rhythm filled Owopspec's ass. Deep urgent
  thrusts that pleasured both men.

     :My former self was really good with his ass,: comments Jesse.

     :Don't I know it!: A wry grin comes to my lips. Our bodies have been
  playing along with this sweet memory of Owopspec's. Jesse mostly lays still
  over my back while my butt is doing all the work. His dick slips in and out
  of me. I'm squeezing it and thrills are building in my lover but his head
  is weary. I hope that there's strength in him to fulfill our sacred rite.

     :I will perform the deed,: vows Jesse. His eyes take on a far away look.

     Throws-sticks-at-rabbits gushed in Owopspec. He felt his manly joy but it
  soon ebbed, leaving him feeling cheated for his sperm should have gone to a
  certain young woman he pined over in secret. My eyes widen in surprise.
  Owopspec Heard that brave's thoughts! He consoled him by saying, "You are a
  man for it. When you have Clover Flowers in your arms, she will not find you
  a disappointing lover. Reveal your heart to that woman and take her."

     Images spill over from Jesse that intrude onto my thoughts. He Sees us
  making love as we are now but I'm laying over someone to seed. It's a woman!
  Her tits press against my chest. My forced stabs through her cunt happen each
  time Jesse stabs into my ass, helping me to remain hard with excitement. She
  needs a baby. I've agreed to give her this blessing and the deed is done.

     When I'm about to Ask Jesse what we've Seen, he stabs me fiercely and
  cries out in his high-pitched voice. Strong squirts fill my ass. A Power
  rises in me that centers in my balls. They begin tingling, a swelling from
  lust that aches them to release its own load.

     :My blessing is given you, love.:

     :I accept your gift of love,: I Answer. We're both panting for breath.
  After a brief rest I Ask, :Who is that woman I'll be giving my own blessing
  to?: Jesse is surprised that I'd Seen his vision.

     :Her face was hidden from me. It will happen during the Deer Moon though
  I don't know the year. Put away this vision from your head for now, love. Do
  you feel anything... down there?:

     My balls feel like they're on fire. :Yeah. It's happened, my love!: I'm
  squirming over the bed until Jesse drops to my left. When I'm about to turn
  to him with my urgent need, I see Simon. There's longing on his face. My eyes
  drop to his underwear. A rounded bulge is in the front of them formed by his
  hand curling around his dick. Unmoving.

     "Do you have a cloth that I clean up with?" the boy asks timidly.

     I'm giving Simon a sly grin. When I turn to Jesse, he's not reaching for
  that damp cloth lying on the night stand. He scoots over my legs and faces
  the youth.

     "Bring out your hand and show us."

     The boy does. In his left palm is a pool of sperm. He seems very happy
  with himself for bringing it forth to show us.

     "Why waste your gift?" asks Jesse.

     "I don't... understand," stammers Simon.

     :Come sit beside me, love.:

     I'm not sure what Jesse has in mind but I slide over the bed (while
  lifting my butt so it won't wet our sheets) until I'm beside him. Simon
  stands before us with his hand held out to Jes.

     "Wipe it over Short Hair's balls."

     "Really?"

     Jesse nods. I'm putting my left foot down on the floor and turn sideways
  to expose my loins to the boy. He looks low on me. After peering at my lover
  again who points at my balls, the youth reaches down for them with his left
  hand. The coolness of his seed is felt over them. "Thanks." I'm turning to
  Jes since I don't understand the significants of this rite.

     :My power fills your butt yet your loins are aflame and Simon's release
  will ease their burning.: He reverts to speaking out loud. "Your gift will
  help my lover. Grasp his manhood."

     Simon seems reluctant so I'm nodding for him to do so. He still hesitates.
  Jes lifts the boy's left hand up to my hard cock. His fingers wrap around.
  Man! I'm so stiff that it pains me.

     "Should I... pull on it?" asks Simon.

     "No. He'll find relief in my arms in a moment." Jesse grins. Then his
  face takes on a serious expression. "Do you give Short Hair your seed freely
  so that my rite for him will be completed?"

     "Your rite?" The boy wets his lips. "I do give it freely to Short Hair."

     Jesse lifts his face unto our Father. His lips move in silently formed
  words that even in my head, make no sense. It's in shaman's cant. A cold
  chill runs down my spine when I Sense Power rising in my lover. He directs it
  into me. My balls turn cold like a snowball.

     I'm swooning. Breaths race through my mouth when it feels like a lightning
  storm is raging in my balls. They hurt! Jesse's hand grasps my upper arm. He
  soothes my pain by drawing me to him close through our Connection. I sigh
  with relief. Something tugs on my wrist thong. When opening my eyes, I see
  Jesse untying it and he lifts it upwards to Him. More silent words are
  spoken. He lowers the thong to his right knee and faces Simon.

     "Yesterday, you acted to protect me. When I became faint, your steady arm
  around kept me from shame before the People. I thank you with a full heart,
  Simon Sings-as-a-raven, grandson of Goes-late-in-the-night. You have proven
  yourself in my eyes to be my Guardian."

     "Guardian?" asks Simon.

     Jesse nods. "This is not a formal initiation but if you are willing to be
  my Guardian, wear this thong around your ankle. I'll conduct you into the
  Mahyee-na when you have come of age."

     My eyes widen. So. Charms A Bird has granted Jesse membership in his
  People's secret male society. The boy lifts his right foot to our bed. He
  watches as my lover wraps the thong around his ankle several times and ties
  the ends in a knot.

     "Tie your knot over mine, love."

     I'm staring at Jesse.

     "If you accept Sings-as-a-raven to be my Guardian. When he's ready."

     I reach over to the boy's ankle and tie my knot as a sign of my acceptance
  to Jesse's appointment. A Guardian? I'm not sure what he's asking of Simon.
  To protect my lover from harm?

     "I know that you don't understand what I'll be asking of you," says Jesse.
  "This thong does not bind you to a future commitment as my Guardian..."

     "I'll do it!" shouts Simon.

     Jesse smiles. "When you've been taught the ways of the Mahyee-na and are
  of age to join this men's society, you will be initiated with this additional
  honor to be my Guardian."

     "Is that like a body guard?" Simon asks.

     "Yes. Short Hair will ever be my companion and he protects me from harm.
  A Guardian acts to protect me but also, he upholds the laws to our society."
  Jesse's eyes soften. "Our ways are kept secret so the People won't fear us."

     "Okay. I get it."

     "Sings-as-a-raven. I now need to hear your sworn vow not to reveal to
  others not of the Mahyee-na in word or gesture what you've been told or shall
  learn of our ways."

     The boy stands up tall. Jesse reaches for his underwear and pulls them
  down to his knees. He leads Simon's left hand down to grasp his loins and
  places the youth's right hand over his heart. "Now, let me hear your oath."

     Simon wets his lips. "I swear not to reveal the ways of the... Mah Yee Na
  to those who aren't of our society. Not by word or gesture will I do this."

     "I hear your spoken vow and know not when you've broken any others," says
  Jesse to complete the boy's oath. He laughs. "Pull up your underwear and get
  yourself back to the front room!" He slaps over Simon's butt.

     There's awe on the boy's face. He reaches down to his legs, pausing a
  moment to look at the thong tied 'round his right ankle. I'm smiling when he
  peers at me. He lifts his underwear but not before I've seen his dick
  sleeping contentedly over his balls. I'm looking down at my balls covered
  with the boy's seed. They're no longer hurting me.

     We watch Simon open our bedroom door, peek out for a moment, then tiptoe
  into the hall. The door is softly closed behind him.

     :I'm ready, love.:

     "Huh?" When Jesse peers down at my hard cock, I understand. Grinning. He
  scoots over to his side of our bed and lays down. I'm quick to get on top.
  Our loins press together in sticky warmth, legs touching and our chests meet.
  He lifts his head to kiss me. I drink in his love with my hands cradling his
  head since there's no pillow under him. We're kissing frantically. Well. I am
  since my need is to release myself though I Sense weariness in my lover.

     My wet butt flexes as I drive myself towards manly completion. There's
  nothing like the sensation of having a cum filled asshole! Our kisses end.
  We pant to catch our breath and look into each other's eyes while I mash my
  cock over his. The thrills are building up fast! It's like my balls are
  bursting to get emptied. I feel so lust filled! My cock stabs forward like a
  wild spear seeking an enemy in the dark. All my weight presses down over Jes
  in our love struggle. It becomes a fierce battle that I'm gonna win!

     Jesse gasps sharply. His arms tighten around my back to slow my bodily
  blows to his. I lay very still. Guilt fills my heart for using him so badly.
  "Sorry, Jes..."

     "Can we turn around?" asks Jesse. "I can't breathe under you."

     Anguish fills me. When I peer into my lover's face, he reveals his
  understanding to my need that offers me hope. We're rolling over our bed.
  Jesse ends up on top while my head rests over a pillow. I remain lying
  still. My arms stretch out in surrender while I await what he will do. He's
  very tired now. :To sleep, my sweet prince?:

     "Soon," whispers Jesse. He offers a sly grin followed by a kiss.

     The sides of my head are gently grasped by Jesse. I'm given a kiss. Only
  one on the lips but his mouth wanders over my face with tender offerings to
  my nose, up to my forehead and in my hair. I plant a kiss on his chin. He
  lowers his face to press our lips together. A sweet kiss. And another. That
  enflames me to action with my body stretching over our bed. My hard loins
  ride under his with nice thrills building in them. Jes buries his face in my
  neck. He breaths softly in contentment.

     :I'm falling asleep, love. Yet... hold me close to the fulfillment of both
  ourselves then follow me in restful bliss.:

     I give Jesse a tight squeeze around his waist. He thrusts onto me a few
  times to show that he's not sleeping yet. I'm pressing my nose into his left
  cheek. A tender kiss. My knees lift to grasp his little butt while my cock
  kisses his limpness, already at sleep. If not for that terrible aching in my
  balls, I'd be content to only hold my lover. I have to come out. My butt
  flexes against the soft bed to drive myself onto him. He takes my love blows.
  My heart sings to fulfill Jesse's rite from being war leader. His toil and
  suffering for me, for all the People was rewarded. I'm so proud of him! We
  are given this blessing from our Father for acting in the Light.

     My need is urgent yet I'm keeping our love making gentle. Sharp thrills
  are building towards that expected explosion. He wants me to. I'm needing to!
  My left hand reaches down for his butt trapped between my knees. I slip
  fingers into his cheeks, find his moist hole and rub it for his pleasure.
  Jesse moans. My humping against the bed increases. At our feet is the
  blanket cast away and nearly forgotten. Is my lover cold? No. He clings to my
  warmth and is content. Our loins slip wetly together from sweat, sexual
  excitement and Simon's sperm gifted to me. All that enhances my sensation and
  when Jesse nibbles on my shoulder, my balls tingle in warning. Ahhh! A great
  flow gushes out of me. It's a lusty release with strong spurts coming from my
  cock. I've not felt that since being with Hawk Flying Over... A mixture of
  relief and pride fills me. My loins have been restored.

     Male satisfaction follows. My mouth opens in a big yawn and I follow Jes
  to that restful bliss that is sleep.


     I awaken. There's an unexpected weight on my chest. That makes it a little
  difficult for me to breath and then I'm remembering. Jesse is laying on me.
  He's gently snoring against my neck. It's rather warm under this blanket...
  My eyes widen in surprise. Who has covered us while we slept? Winna.

     I look towards the night stand. Where the wet cloth should lie, I'm only
  finding the clock standing like an ever watchful sentinel. Its little hand
  points at nine but where is the minute hand? Oh. They're laying together,
  like my lover and I are. A surge of happiness fills my heart and my eyes lift
  unto Him in thanks for finding such joy in my life! 'He completes me, Lord.
  My gratitude is beyond mere words but You know this as You're in all hearts
  who are open to Your Great Love. I am so blessed!'

     Tears fill my eyes but I'm blinking them away. I remain still under my
  lover to let him sleep. He feels so good on me. He completes me. My thoughts
  quiet so they'll not awaken him. I resist the urge to tighten my arms around
  him least he be roused.

     Jesse's tummy expands with each gentle breath. I'm timing my inhales
  after his. A trickle of sweat runs down my right hip that tickles me or maybe
  that's not sweat. I'm breathing in male sweetness - mine, while my butt
  hoards his like honey to a greedy bear. Sperm given to each other are like
  small gifts coming from our love. The giving is better than the receiving! So
  much pleasure from it and I've come to understand how having sex expresses
  what's in our hearts. It's a wonderful way to give it voice.

     My eyes close. I'm taking a deep breath and Peer into my sleeping prince's
  head to join him where he now dwells. A bright, peaceful land. We walk naked
  together under the sun, hand in hand with grins on our faces. Such happiness!


     I'm returned to wakefulness with Jesse peering at me with those gorgeous
  dark eyes of his. He smiles shyly.

     "Are you hungry?"

     "No... Are you, my love?"

     "Maybe. My mom is fixing us a late brunch so we should get up."

     I'm sighing in disappointment. In Jesse's eyes, I see that he understands
  how I'm feeling right now. I'd rather forgo food to remain with him. This is
  where we can find peace and solitude from the world that of late has given us
  both such woe. I swallow past the hard lump in my throat. Court is tomorrow.

     :Don't think of that now, love.:

     Jesse gives me a kiss. I tighten my arms to hold him close, our sweaty
  bodies easily sliding over the other in love making. Our cocks aren't even
  hard. Not yet. I'm casting away my intent for release to enjoy simply holding
  my lover. Our intertwining thoughts, strong feelings upwelling from our
  hearts and the sensual closeness of our bodies is love! If only we could be
  given time to be together without a care in the world yet matters always
  press on us to do this thing or the other. Never enough time for us.

     I kiss my young lover forgetting all my troubles for the moment. Winna
  can wait a little longer to feed us, can't she?

     :Mom might bring food to us. Your thoughts, love... so loud in my head.:

     :Yes. I know.: I'm giving Jesse a deep mouth kiss and he giggles at its
  ending, looking towards the door.

     :She might come in on us and you'll get embarrassed.:

     Jes means that his mom will catch us making love. :I don't mind. She's
  been in our room earlier to cover us with the blanket.:

     :She's seen me on top of you!:

     I'm grinning at him. :Now who's embarrassed?: Jesse is okay with his
  grandfather seeing us naked in the rapture of love making but when it comes
  to his mother... I lift the blanket over our heads. We bump noses until our
  lips find the other for kisses. Really passionate ones. My cock stiffens
  along with his, already slipping back and forth to bring us thrills. We're
  not needing to come out yet I'm enjoying the feel of my lover's slim body
  over mine, hot and sweaty and the sensual humping to his butt under my left
  hand. He moans when I reach in to rub over his hole. His desire deepens as
  does mine.

     :I want to feel you inside me, love!:

     I'm groaning with lust to fuck him as he wants yet my fingers withdraw
  from his cheeks. I give Jes a fond slap to his butt. :Later. I promise!:
  I'm Sending him images of eating out his little ass before seeding it. Our
  act now would be quickly done. I need to recover some from this morning's
  mating that took a lot out of me.

     Our frantic bodies become still. Jesse kisses me and his long arms around
  my shoulders won't let me get away nor do I want to. We continue to hide
  under the blanket. If only it were that easy to escape from the world.

     "My mom will understand."

     "Understand what?" Oh. When Winna saw her son lying on top of me when she
  came into our room to cover us with the blanket.

     "That we're not coming to eat," answers Jesse. "Not right away."

     I hear the longing in my lover's voice. He wants to hold me for a while
  longer and I'm Sensing that he's still not well. My arms tighten around his
  slim form. It's getting hot under the blanket but I'll not leave Jesse. He
  needs me with him right now. The food can wait.

     We get back to kissing. His silky hair covers my shoulders and tickles my
  right ear. I lower my hands to his little behind. I'm fondling his cheeks, so
  soft against my palms, wiggly when he humps them and slippery from sweat. His
  hands are locked behind my neck. Our cocks are hard. The heat from them feels
  very sensual and Jes slides himself over me that gets them tingling but not
  to where we'll cum. Too often we are doing that. Rushing our love making when
  there's much pleasure from cuddling. Our kisses are wonderful! We share one
  breath through our noses and drink of each other's love with kiss after kiss
  that never ends. Tears fill my eyes from the joy I'm feeling at this moment.

     Jesse sucks on my wet cheeks. He kisses my closed left eye and then my
  right. "Thirsty?" I ask, feeling a little awkward to be crying. He doesn't
  answer me yet he understands how I'm feeling through our Connection. We don't
  have to rely on clumsy words by Sharing ourselves. My thoughts turn to court
  tomorrow. How I'm dreading that!

     :All our troubles will blow away like smoke in the wind. Soon, love.:

     :You've Seen this?: I Ask with hope rising in my heart.

     :How else could you be giving that woman your blessing? Not in jail.:

     :But you didn't know the year, Jes. I may serve some time in prison for
  brutally assaulting that officer.: My lover's Connection to me wavers for a
  moment. When he returns, I'm given no assurance that he's Seen if this is not
  so. How I wish that all my troubles were behind us!

     "Mike?"

     I'm startled from my thoughts by Jesse calling me by my white name.

     "Let's plan for brighter days ahead of us and don't sulk in today's rain."

     "Okay, sure." Jes gives me a tight squeeze.

     :Let's send out our invitations.:

     He means for our wedding. My heart leaps at the thought of marrying this
  dear man but how can we if I'm gonna be sent to jail? We may even be denied a
  honeymoon together.

     :Grandfather and I have talked. He suggests that we formally marry on the
  24th of this month but spend our honeymoon the week earlier after applying
  for domestic partnership.:

     :A honeymoon before the ceremony?: I ask in a tease. My heart is still
  feeling gloomy though. How can we get away if I'm attending court?

     Jesse laughs. :We've actually been enjoying an early honeymoon already.
  Haven't we, love?: He moans in sexual ecstasy and thrusts his dick forward.

     I'm Sharing my lover's joy. Sharp thrills come from our belly rub. We stop
  ourselves short from cumming out and kiss between taking breaths. :How can I
  say no to you?:

     :Then say yes, love.:

     "Yes," I breathe in Jesse's ear. "We'll send out the invitations for our
  wedding to take place on the 24th. That's what, nearly three weeks from now?"

     "From yesterday. We'll become domestic partners the week earlier and spend
  our honeymoon out in the wilderness to get away from everything. I want you
  alone, Short Hair! No thinking about your troubles, no other people around or
  any distractions. Only you and me on a horse galloping through the prairies.
  Like it was before..."

     Owopspec and Chris had enjoyed many such outings. Wind-go-through-his-hair
  remained behind in our tipi and always wished us well but to return when we
  may and we always did. That's how my Indian brave and I got to know each
  other better. No distractions. We shared a horse in our wanderings over the
  prairie and slept in tall grasses at night. Lots of love making. That's how
  we voiced our hearts to each other since I didn't know much Siksika then.

     "You good talker now, pale face."

     We're both laughing. I want time to be alone with Jesse. We'll talk to
  get to know each other better. Make lots of love. More talking. But not about
  the bad things plaguing our lives. I come to a decision and set my resolve to
  make it come true. "We will have that week together." Jesse peers down at me
  with that same determination in his eyes. No longer will I allow troubles to
  control my life as they have been. I'm taking charge now. I kiss my lover and
  our bodies enhance the joy of how we're Connected in thought and spirit. We
  give no thought to food or even getting out of bed. This moment is ours.


     "Where's Simon?"

     Winna gives her son a troubled look from across the kitchen table. "Oh.
  He's outside sharing guard duty with Hawk Flying Over."

     Jes and I exchange knowing glances. Already, the boy is taking on his
  responsibilities of Guardian though he's not formally initiated into the
  Mahyee-na. I'm muttering that strange word under my breath. 'Mah-yee-na.'
  It's not even an Omaha word but originated from their People's enemies, the
  Spear-bearing Warriors. That's what Charms A Bird revealed to me when he
  Showed me things from his first life. Jesse has been initiated Mahyee-na by
  him. I didn't witness that or maybe I did but my memories were obscured
  afterwards. A thought strikes me. :Jes. Was I initiated into the Mahyee-na?:

     :Yes.:

     Jesse looks down into his bowl of oatmeal and won't Tell me more. I know
  better than to press him about this. He's told me that it's a shaman's
  concern and I'll honor his need for silence. Grandfather will be teaching him
  the sacred ways of an Inspired One as well that I cannot know about. The egg
  sandwich is brought up to my mouth. I'm biting off the remaining corner and
  sip from my glass of milk.

     "Has Simon told you?" Winna asks in a low voice.

     "Told me what?" I see the woman's eyes flaring and know. "Yeah. Not while
  under your roof." I'm glancing at Jesse. He's mouthing another spoonful of
  oatmeal and pretends not to be listening. He's gonna hear what I'm about to
  tell his mother! "As the boy's monedo, I have come to a decision concerning
  sharing... our love with him." That draws both their attention. Winna glares
  at me while Jes hangs on my next words. "We will not be having sex with him."

     "I'm relieved to hear you say that, Mike. The boy is too young."

     Winna is happy by my decision but her son is not. Jesse drops his spoon
  into his nearly finished bowl of oatmeal and pushes it away. He won't look at
  me or even Think to me. It's not from anger but I Sense sadness in him.

     "I need to go shopping and perform some errands this afternoon," says
  Winna. "Do you want me to bring you home anything?"

     "No. Thank you."

     "Oh! I've nearly forgotten. Your attorney called last night and he wants
  you to call him."

     My heart sinks. "Okay, thanks." I'm reminded about court tomorrow yet my
  promise to Jes and myself returns to me. I'll not let the troubles of my life
  control me any longer. "Winna?" She stares at me and I wet my lips. "Your son
  and I have agreed on a date for when grandfather will wed us. It's the 24th."
  I'm steeling myself against her reaction.

     "I am happy to hear this!" exclaims Winna. "For both of you."

     The woman gives her son a hug and when her right arm opens for me, I'm
  joining their embrace. A long, tight one. Tears of joy and relief fill my
  eyes but I'm blinking them away. "I wanted you to be the first to know."

     We return to our stools around the kitchen table. Winna has tears in her
  eyes too. Jesse is beaming. "A week before that, we'll apply for domestic
  partnership and go on our honeymoon."

     "Domestic partnership?" Winna asks.

     "It's a legal procedure where the State of Montana recognizes our civil
  union. Less than a marriage, yet we're given certain rights under the law.
  Grandfather suggested that we do this."

     "Oh. Where will you go on your honeymoon?"

     A smile creeps onto my lips. "We'll be taking a horse into the prairie as
  it was done of old after a couple marries."

     The woman looks down at her plate when she considers what I've said.
  "We'll only be gone for a week. Grandfather will marry us before family and
  friends on the 24th where we'll declare our commitment to each other. I'm not
  gonna take your son away from you, Winna. This is our home."

     "For as long as you both shall live," answers Winna.

     "Thanks. For everything." The woman gives me a smile but it seems strained
  and I Glean the reason why. She's concerned about us making our relationship
  known by having a public ceremony. Grandfather had married Running Water and
  Ron privately without even family or friends attending. She thought Jes and I
  would be doing the same.

     "Mom? It's going to be alright," assures Jesse. "Our tribe's shaman has
  given us his blessing and it will be by his hand that we'll be married."

     "That may upset some of the People," warns Winna.

     "So be it, mother. I won't hide how we feel about each other."

     Winna releases a tense breath. "You will be shaman after your grandfather
  and that requires the respect of those whom you'll lead."

     "I walk in the Light, mother. Short Hair and me will open their eyes to
  this truth and in this way others who are like us shall follow in the joy of
  being who they are. Free to love and be themselves without hiding in gloom.
  That is the Geas placed upon us by the Power Bundle's spirit which now dwells
  in us. It has given us Power to aid in our sacred duty to the People."

     I'm very proud of Jesse. His voice if firm and resolute and almost, I
  don't recognize my lover. :Was that your former self speaking through you?:

     :In part,: Answers Jesse. :Good-eyes had made his plea unto our Father to
  help his son find acceptance for being gay in the eyes of the People. It was
  Answered when his Power Bundle was filled with an unborn spirit yet it lay
  sleeping for nearly a century in that Inspired One's hands in his burial cave
  until coming into our hands through a trial by Evil. Eli Kie failed to
  subvert that spirit. It has Passed into us, love. We shall fulfill my former
  self's wish that those like his son will find acceptance by the People.:

     I'm nodding in agreement. Their acceptance will begin with us after we
  marry. When others who share our spirit see this, they will be freed to walk
  in the Light instead of darkness and gloom for that is the abode of Evil who
  finds willing recruits to serve as his Trickster.

     "Times have changed for the better," says Winna. "You have a chance to
  win over the People's hearts if you set a good example." Her eyes flare.

     "That is one reason why I've decided not to be with Simon that way." I'm
  glancing at Jes. There's sadness in his eyes but I Feel understanding in him.
  "He is as a little brother to us. We'll help lead his path in life so that
  one day, he'll find love for himself."

     Winna nods. "That is good." The woman gets up from the table and starts
  collecting the dishes.

     "Let us do that, mother!" Jes and I spring to our feet. We clear the table
  with Winna's approval. She heads for her bedroom.

     :You will deny Simon the relief a boy of his age needs?: Asks Jesse.

     I'm running water in the sink and turn to my troubled lover. "Yes."

     :He will have to seek for it elsewhere.:

     I release a tense breath. :May that not be at the Bearpaw Recreational
  Area or similar night spots that men go to have sex.: Jesse nods.

     :He can pull on his thing at need.:

     :All boys do that,: I'm Answering. Embarrassment fills my lover since
  that's an act he's not performed himself. Something I've told Simon returns
  to me. :He could turn to other boys for relief even if they're not gay. It's
  a thing Chris had seen done in his time and I'm sure it still happens today.:

     :But how will he find friends to 'play' with?: Asks Jesse. :He hasn't
  found anyone yet and being stuck with his grandparents out in the bad lands
  won't help.:

     :That's our job.: I'm Sending Jes an image of my pickup truck that's been
  fitted with a new liner. His mouth opens in a silent 'Oh'.

     :A camping trip!: exclaims Jesse.

     :Yes. When we've gained acceptance of the People for who we are to each
  other, their sons will be given into our care as Goes-late-in-the-night has
  done. We'll take them out to the reservation on camping trips. Our words will
  fill their heads about what it means to be gay and that it's a good thing.
  The boys can get together at night. So long as we don't partake of their
  pleasure, it won't be illegal or alarm their parents.:

     :We'll show them what love is like by letting them see it.:

     :Yeah.: I'm handing Jes a few bowls to dry and he sets them on the rack.

     :Would you be embarrassed if they saw us making love?: Asks Jesse.

     :Well. Not really, but I don't want them boys jumping in. Okay?:

     :Simon restrained himself this morning at the edge of our bed.:

     :That he did.: I'm laughing to myself. I turn to Jesse and he hugs me.
  :You're not mad at me anymore?:

     :I never was, love. I'll admit being disappointed for not getting together
  again with Simon for he is such a cute, willing boy!:

     :Too willing. I'm glad that we didn't break in his little butt. He should
  save that for his lover.:

     :I didn't.:

     I'm releasing my breath in a huff. He means when Ron fucked him and I've
  come to accept that it didn't harm him or prevent us from falling in love.
  Jesse in turn taught me how to express my love for him that I'd only seen
  done in them porn videos. Sexual lust, that. When I'm with Jes, our pleasure
  is so much more because we're giving voice to what's in our hearts for each
  other. I love him so much!

     We finish with the dishes. Jesse is wiping down the table when Winna
  enters the kitchen wearing good clothes. She has her purse in hand.

     "Are you sure you don't need anything from the store?"

     "Well. Maybe another gallon of milk."

     "Can you buy some pudding cups?" asks Jesse.

     Winna's eyes widen in surprise. "You've already eaten them all up?"

     "Me and Simon have."

     Hmm. I didn't know about them sharing that pleasure but I'm glad. Jesse
  is too thin. There's lots of sugar in chocolate pudding.

     "You two be good," asks Winna.

     "I'll make sure of that," I answer to address the woman's unspoken plea
  concerning Simon. She heads down the hall. Jes and I exchange knowing looks.
  That reminds me... How are Hawk Flying Over and the boy getting on?

     "Why don't you take a shower?" asks Jesse. He pinches his nose in a
  gesture of smelling something bad.

     I'm laughing. "Will you join me..." I remember that my lover is still ill.
  "Maybe you should get back to bed."

     "No T.V.?" whines Jesse.

     We both laugh. "You can play games on my laptop if you want. I've set it
  under our bed." Jes nods and stifles a yawn coming from his mouth. I'm
  Feeling how tired he is. Even though he's over the flu, his body is slow to
  recover from it. I watch my lover walk towards our bedroom. My eyes fall to
  the seat of his pants for the outline of his butt as it flexes with each of
  his strides. I've promised to attend to that part of him tonight. Well. I
  could give him a sponge bath in our room so he'll be clean enough in there
  for me to rim him. Man! I'm so lustful for his brown little ass.

     :I've Heard that, love.: Jesse giggles in front of his bedroom door.

     We peer at each other in the distance. :I keep my promises.:

     :That's an easy one to keep.:

     After Jesse enters our bedroom, I make my way to the bathroom for a
  shower. Will he abide by my decision for us not to have sex with Simon? I've
  made that promise to his mother; he remained silent. Hmm. I'm gonna have to
  talk with the boy so he'll understand my decision. I don't want him tempting
  Jesse into doing anything.


     The hot water streaming down my body feels so good! I've not showered for
  a few days and my lover was right. I'm stinky. He is too but it wouldn't be
  good for him to cool his body down while he's recovering from the flu. After
  taking a razor to my face, I take a long time rinsing off. All the tension in
  my muscles have melted away. We should massage each other tonight before...
  A pleasant tingling fills my cock.

     I'm Sensing excitement in Jesse. His thoughts are guarded from me and he
  doesn't Answer my summons. What's going on? I hurry with drying off. Instead
  of getting dressed, I bundle my clothes in my arms and streak back to our
  bedroom. He's not alone. I've Sensed this even before I open the door. When
  walking into the room, I see Simon sitting on Jesse. They're both naked.

     :Don't scream,: Asks Jesse. :I told him that he can.:

     I was about to shout: "What's going on!" but stop myself at my lover's
  plea. Jes is laying over his stomach while Simon sits on his butt, obviously
  beating off. He's so deep into his act that my presence isn't known to him.

     :The boy is in need,: Jesse explains. :He's relieving himself in hand and
  there's no harm in him sitting on me to enhance his pleasure, is there?:

     I tiptoe over to the bed yet Simon notices, turning to me with shy eyes
  and his hand pauses from stroking over his erection. "Finish it," I mutter.
  I'm coming to sit beside my lover. My eyes are averted from the boy's action
  when he beats off though I'm of mixed feelings about it. :Jes?:

     :I know. You're mad at me for allowing this but we aren't doing anything
  together. Only touching butts.:

     I'm glaring at Simon. He casts his eyes from me and sucks in a sharp
  breath through his mouth. Holds it. I hear the rhythmic beat of him pulling
  over his foreskin that draws my attention. A moist brown knob pops in and out
  from his quick stroking. His folded legs surge around Jesse's waist, their
  brown butts flexing together. I'm looking up at the boy's face. It's very
  tense, a pink tongue sticking out from his mouth while his eyes have become
  mere slits. He's very close to release.

     We wait for that moment when Simon will cum. His belly trembles when
  holding his breath, deflating in a moan before another sharp breath is taken
  that makes it bulge out. I can't deny my excitement for watching the boy's
  sexual act. My cock lifts up from my balls to stand against my belly yet I
  resist the urge to join them. I'm tearing my eyes away. Jesse's butt is
  flexing beneath the boy's as he seeks thrills against the bed sheet. I Sense
  his own nearing climax.

     An outcry. I can't help but look at Simon filling his brown hand. His
  urgent stroking ends with him cupping his knob. Eyes are fluttering. I'm
  blowing out a tense breath. "All done?"

     Simon smiles. "For now." He's panting for breath and looks down at Jesse
  flexing urgently beneath him. The boy drops his butt heavily.

     We both hear my lover's sharp wail. Jes has wet the bed sheet and I'm
  feeling proud by his accomplishment since he's not done that before alone.
  Well. Not really alone since the boy's was 'riding' him on top. "Simon..."

     "I know what you're going to say, Mike, but I've not broken my promise.
  Just doing it by myself. Jes said I could sit on him."

     I'm shaking my head back and forth. "It's almost like you're having sex
  with Jesse. Weren't you imagining fucking him?" The boy's eyes flash.

     "I would still do that even if I'm in my own bed alone," Simon defends.

     "I can't prevent that." My face takes on the hardness of stone. "What I'm
  going to stop is the two of you being naked together. This is no good! The
  two of you are having sex together even if it's just beating off. I'm telling
  you both that this has to stop."

     "Who are you to tell me what to do!" Simon shouts. "Jes said that I can."


  AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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