WARNING: These fictional stories contains sexual accounts between men
and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER
THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to
be reading this or not!
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* "Pottery Shards" *
* (And Other Short Stories) *
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* by Vince Water July 1997 *
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* Short-Story Title File Name Location Comment *
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* "Pottery Shards".............. {This file} Printed version *
* "A Quick Peek"................ POTTERY-SHARDS-2 Printed version *
* "Robert's Companion".......... POTTERY-SHARDS-3 Printed version *
* @"A Boy Once More"............. POTTERY-SHARDS-4 Expanded version *
* @"Song Bird's Story of Love"... POTTERY-SHARDS-5 Expanded version *
* "To Dance Within"............. POTTERY-SHARDS-6 An unfinished story *
* "Boy Seeds"................... POTTERY-SHARDS-7 Printed version *
* "In The Squawman's Footsteps". POTTERY-SHARDS-8 Not included in booklet *
* "At The Gathering"............ POTTERY-SHARDS-9 An unfinished story *
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Please Note: The printed version of "Pottery Shards" contains six stories.
Stories SIX, EIGHT and NINE weren't included in the printed version of the
booklet because of space considerations but are included here.
@ Stories FOUR and FIVE (which were printed) contained additional text that
has been restored here for your electronic reading pleasure!
Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE
THAT THESE STORIES ARE OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS
UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE.
This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of these
stories with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form!
Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an
APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water -
My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com
The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light"
bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A.
HTTP://WWW.ADLBOOKS.COM
"Pottery Shards (And Other Short Stories)"
Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
All rights reserved. First printing.
Originally copyrighted 1990, 1992 as "Pottery Shards" with only two
stories: "Pottery Shards" and "Boy Seeds".
All of the characters in these stories are fictitious, and any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal
names and other historical references, is purely coincidental.
Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water:
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"Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian
Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And
Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play"
{This last title is expected to be ready at the end of 1997!}
Author's Note:
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The booklet contains new stories never before seen in print! The original
"Pottery Shards" booklet contained only two stories: "Pottery Shards" and
the poem, "Boy Seeds" which have been included in this new printing.
Three additional stories have been added. I hope that you'll enjoy them.
"Song Bird's Story of Love" is an account that takes place after events
in "Willow Bird Finds His Love". A sequel booklet, "Brave Willow Bird" is
expected to be ready in May, 1997.
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* "Pottery Shards" *
| Wind Runner was a fifteen-year-old boy of the |
| Caddo Tribe who yearned to become a brave. To |
| attain the honor he would have to demonstrate his |
| bravery, determination and skill. Discovering a |
| trespasser on the Ancient Ones' Hill gave the boy |
| his chance. Little did he know that his manhood |
| would be tested by the stranger as well. |
Movement attracted Wind Runner. He crawled up the Sacred Hill on
all fours and spied over a rise for the intruder. 'Only the Ancient Ones
dared to roam this place,' he well knew. 'Who would risk angering the
spirits by trodding here?'
In stealth, the boy crawled closer to the stranger. He saw that it
was someone carrying a clay pot. With their back to him, Wind Runner
couldn't see who it was.
The sound of something stone-hard, dropping into the pot surprised
Wind Runner. The thought of it was alarming to him. 'Was this strange
man stealing from the dead?'
The Sacred Hill had been used for burial. In the time of Wind Runner's
grandfather, it was made a place of taboo; no one permitted to walk upon
it. The shaman warned that spirits roamed there in an uneasy peace.
The boy glanced down at his trembling hands. He breathed more
slowly to calm himself, becoming angered by the effort. 'A brave
wouldn't have felt such weakness,' he thought. In a few moons he would
undergo the naming ceremony that would make him a man. Already, his
body had matured.
The boy was comforted by signs of his physical growth. His voice had
lowered this summer. Dark hair grew above his loins. His pole had grown
longer and he could get it to squirt out the thick seed of a man. He
enjoyed demonstrating that before the younger boys of his tribe.
The trespasser on the hill stooped low to fetch something from the
ground. Wind Runner gasped. He saw the man's butt opening to reveal its
brown hole. The boy's eyes were stuck to it like tree sap. He was
surprised by the man's lack of wearing a full breechclout. There was a
front flap hung over the man's thong belt. Nothing in back. His cheeks
were dirt stained. Wind Runner was puzzled by the man's naked display.
A realization swept through Wind Runner. He knew who this was. A
'hee-man-eh' named Crying Deer was visiting the tribe. He was a crafter
of pots who traveled along the river to trade. Everyone valued his art.
His fire-hardened pots preserved food and water from corruption by
harmful spirits. Smaller fetishes of clay beads were fashioned into
necklaces for a similar protection that were worn by people.
Wind Runner studied the hee-man-eh. His body was thin and darkly
tanned. He wore his hair long and untied. No proper covering for his
body. That puzzled the boy. In camp, Crying Deer went about in a fancy
squaw's dress of sewn beads and shell conches. 'Why was he being naked
here?' wondered Wind Runner.
His secret glimpses of the hee-man-eh were exciting. A swirling
sensation filled the boy's stomach from it. His dick swelled and
struggled to push free of his front deerskin flap. The sexual
excitement felt real good. The boy continued to look over the man's
butt with a hungry expression. Standing before him was a man willing to
get it fucked.
Wind Runner hunched up on his knees to gain a better view. He saw
the squaw-man examine something in his hands. The boy peered there
closely but couldn't make it out. He wondered why Crying Deer risked
angering the spirits by being here. 'Perhaps it was a ritual visit.'
The boy looked for clues. Crying Deer wasn't dressed in ritual
finery. No power circles of clay or colored stones surrounded his
feet. The pot that he held was simple; no fancy decorations. It held
the small objects that the squaw-man was gathering. 'What things?'
Wind Runner was puzzled by another thing. From what he could see of
Crying Deer, he had the body of a man. Wearing the flap flap made him
seem so. He looked like a young brave who wore the simple flaps that
boys used to cover their bodies in summer. Wearing a dress in camp
changed his male appearance.
The boy preferred Crying Deer to wear his half breechclout. It gave
him a manly appearance. Wind Runner wondered if his front flap covered a
penis, a squaw's opening or only smooth skin.
All the men in camp kept their bodies covered. When Wind Runner had
the chance to peek on a man's erection, he compared the size of it to
his own growth. What attracted him more were butts. The boy knew that no
warrior allowed himself to have his hole sexually conquered like a squaw.
Crying Deer was a cross-dressed man who did. Rumors told of lusting
warriors who spent themselves in the hee-man-eh's butt opening. The boy
wondered if this was a chance to prove his own manhood.
Doubt filled Wind Runner. He was only a boy with no gift to trade
for the squaw-man's sexual favor. It was only in the arms of other boys
that he could satisfy his lust.
A smile came to Wind Runner. He remembered one youth who seemed
willing to get his asshole penetrated. His name was Jumping Rabbit, a
boy of eleven. The youth enjoyed standing back-to-back with Wind Runner
to rub butts. The game excited their bodies to grow long dick which they
eagerly pulled over for a quick thrill.
Once, when Jumping Rabbit was handling himself, Wind Runner mouthed
over the youth's rear end. His tongue was drawn deep through the boy's
ass for his puckered hole. When he licked into it, the youth moaned out
in pleasure. Wind Runner stood up and tried sticking his dick in but
Jumping Rabbit had pushed him away. The little boy liked having his butt
sucked on but no fucking it.
No man had ever allowed Wind Runner to embrace for sex. He knew that
they had needs like the boys but there were squaws available to satisfy
the men. Girls didn't interest him. It was troubling that he preferred
those of his own sex.
Crying Deer was not considered to be a man by the tribes. He'd never
been initiated as a brave and would never follow the glorious path of a
warrior. Instead, he performed the tasks of a squaw and dressed liked
one. That allowed him to seek sexual bonding from men.
What surprised Wind Runner was to catch the hee-man-eh without his
dress. It was the same as discovering a woman without any clothes on.
It thrilled the boy to see him thus. He wondered how to take advantage
of the situation.
Young boys went without breechclouts during the hot summer. That
made it easy for Wind Runner to handle a youth's pole towards erection
and a quick thrilling. It was done in the guise of a contest, a
naughty game or from challenge. Wind Runner would race his companion
towards climax or dare him into more intimate acts of sex. Sucking
sweet sperm from a boy was the most he'd ever achieved.
Wind Runner wanted to experience more adult acts. He wouldn't allow
his butthole to get penetrated but desired to do the sticking. The
hee-man-eh might allow it. A joining that went beyond his naked games
with the boys. Wind Runner stared hungrily at what his dick ached for:
the man's asshole.
The squaw-man stooped low to the ground. His butt opened. Wind Runner
peeked inside for its wrinkled brown entrance. Rounded loins hung down
between his thighs. The boy wondered why his hard dick sought to stick
into a butthole instead of a woman's front opening? A loud sigh escaped
from his lips.
Crying Deer turned at the sound and discovered the spying youth. The
boy became fearful. He didn't show it by putting on a brave face when
standing up to fully reveal himself.
"Why are you spying on me?" the squaw-man asked.
"I wasn't," the boy answered. "I saw someone on the Sacred Hill from
far off and wondered who it could be. I thought that no one dared to
come here and take things."
Crying Deer slowly nodded at the boy's explanation. He paused a
moment to look the youth over. Wind Runner was a handsome boy. His
muscled chest stood out between two broad shoulders. The arms looked
strong and were poised for action. Below, a telling bulge pushed
against his front flap. The squaw-man smiled at that.
The boy felt embarrassed and afraid. He was angry at himself for
having weak feelings again. He knew that a grown man could turn Crying
Deer around to fuck his asshole. Yet a mere boy couldn't.
Wind Runner scolded himself. By the mid-summer's moon, he would be
named a brave. He had passed the tests of manhood before his tribal
elders. Did Crying Deer see him as a young man or merely as a boy? He
had to do something to prove himself.
A flat object in the squaw-man's hand distracted Wind Runner. The
boy turned from his planned attack to one of verbal sparring. "What is
that?" he asked. The boy was going to say something lustful about
Crying Deer's butt. Those words sprang out of his mouth instead.
"A pottery shard," Crying Deer answered. "I'm gathering those with
powerful designs so that I may enhance my craft." He saw Wind Runner's
reluctance. Patience was required to find out what the boy really
wanted from him.
"Wouldn't the Ancient Ones be angered by what you're taking?" the boy
asked. 'Had he caught the squaw-man stealing from the magic of the dead?'
Crying Deer smiled at the youth and slowly shook his head. "The
spirits have journeyed to the Above with what possessions they had
wanted along. Their clay pots are empty. There's no sacrilege in taking
what the rain and animals have brought to the surface." Crying Deer
gave the boy what was in his hand.
"I have seen pots with these lined markings," remarked Wind Runner.
He turned the shard over to see it blackened as if very long in Mother
Earth, dark like Crying Deer's dirt stained butt.
"That's a simple design." Crying Deer offered the boy a larger
piece of pottery. One that had circles and wavy lines on it.
"I haven't seen any designs like this before."
"That shard was once part of a water jug used in a purification
ceremony," explained Crying Deer. "The marking that you see was strong
medicine to protect its contents from evil influences."
The boy smiled. He now understood why Crying Deer had come to this
sacred place. The Ancient Ones' discarded pottery could teach him much.
"Help me gather more pieces," suggested Crying Deer.
Wind Runner replied with a nod and bright smile. Realizing that his
face may have been too revealing, he turned away to hide his emotions.
His eyes fell to the ground as if he were a shy girl.
Crying Deer was glad for the youth's eagerness to help. Not many
boys were bold enough to confront him about anything. Most stayed away
in fear. He suspected what kept Wind Runner at his side. The boy was
reluctant to make plain his intention for him though.
The cross-dresser smiled to himself. He knew that a man's loins were
always paining him to give up sperm. That made it an easy task for him
to fetch it from the men of any tribe. He had only to bend over to
attract a brave's lusty attention. Even warriors with wives attended
him. Only this morning, Strong Man had a need to mount his butt. 'Wind
Runner requires more coaxing before he'll give up his boy-seed as easily,'
thought Crying Deer.
The ground revealed a shard to Crying Deer. It turned out to be
unmarked so he left it behind. Wind Runner seemed to be having no luck.
The boy simply walked past the trees and bushes with eyes that couldn't
spot the quarry. Crying Deer offered a suggestion.
"Crouch down," the man instructed. "That makes it easier to spot
hidden shards." He eyed the boy sternly. Wind Runner dropped to the
ground on all fours with his back to the man. The youth's butt stuck
out from his rear flap. Crying Deer sighed from what he saw of the boy.
Sadly, the bulging front of him was hidden from view.
A curved piece of pottery caught the squaw-man's eye. This one had
rounded bumps studding it. He had never seen such a design before. His
hand eagerly closed upon it. In ritual fashion, he lowered his butt to
the dirt where the shard had been found and raised his arms skyward. He
offered the spirits his thanks before adding it to his collection.
Wind Runner watched the hee-man-eh's performance with awe. His
presence on the Sacred Hill was truly a ritual visit and explained the
reason for his appearance. It was interesting to watch him placate the
spirits of the Above for taking pot shards. The youth felt uneasy for
being here himself though.
Doubt began to weigh on Wind Runner. He questioned himself for
remaining with Crying Deer to simply look for shards. He knew why the
hee-man-eh was here and felt that his lustful designs on the man were
wrong. It wouldn't be proper to have sex so close to where the spirits
roamed. If he had found the squaw-man fetching water from the river or
in a walk in the forest, those would have been better places to attempt
a joining of their bodies for lust's sake.
The boy sighed. He crawled closer to Crying Deer's side with his
intent to bade him farewell. The squaw-man didn't seem to notice. He
was freeing a large piece of pottery from a tree root.
Wind Runner was startled from his plan. He saw that the hee-man-eh
bore an erection. The view of it had been brief but a sure one. Crying
Deer didn't have a long dick; it was thickly skinned with coarse dark
hairs above it. The boy felt assured by his longer size when compared
to the squaw-man's.
Crying Deer studied the pot shard with a frown. There were no
unusual designs upon it so he returned it to the ground. The boy
attracted his attention. He saw the length of his dick pushing against
the front flap. Sexual tension filled the air. The squaw-man began
working on a lustful plan.
Wind Runner crouched low to the ground to continue his search. He
wanted to find pottery shards himself. That would get him back to the
squaw-man's side where he might think up something clever to say. The
boy looked down at himself and frowned. His long dick was really
hurting from being trapped in his breechclout. He couldn't dare free it
to offer a quick release.
A jagged white piece of flint caught Wind Runner's eye. He quickly
snatched it up. It turned out to be a fine arrowhead! The boy had seen
the labor needed to fashion one. Joyfully, he called out to Crying Deer
with his find.
The man calmly walked to Wind Runner's side. He wondered if the boy's
shard had nice markings on it to be made a fuss over. It was the youth's
first shard, he realized. He looked into the boy's triumphant hand...
When Crying Deer saw that it wasn't pottery he became very afraid.
'Surely this fine arrowhead hadn't been left behind as forgotten for too
long!' he thought. 'Its spirit-owner would be angered if he saw the boy
taking it.' Crying Deer found his voice and shouted for the youth to put
it back.
Wind Runner saw the fear in Crying Deer's eyes. He quickly dropped
the fine arrowhead exactly where he had found it. The squaw-man
grabbed his arm to rush themselves away. They were often glancing
upwards at the menacing trees for angry spirits that may be searching
for them. Yet none came.
Upon reaching the hill's far side, Crying Deer let out a sigh of
relief. He voiced a silent prayer to the Great Father Spirit. Wind
Runner wore a sulken face. 'The boy had realized his error and wouldn't
need a scolding,' Crying Deer decided. 'No need to scare away his new
young friend.'
"Well..." Crying Deer began speaking as he smiled. "The Ancient Ones
see that I've an apprentice with me and were merciful." The youth
relaxed at his explanation. He remembered the boy's excited state; a
bulge not caused by their run.
A clever idea struck the hee-man-eh. He slapped over his butt and
pointed to the boy's rear end as he explained it.
"If you're to continue helping me," said Crying Deer, "uncover the
rear of your body as I've done so that the proper rite of collecting
pottery shards will be exercised. The spirits are appeased by our
display of humility."
Wind Runner felt a surge of excitement. He didn't hesitate to do
what had been asked of him. The boy rolled the cloth around his thong
belt. The squaw-man's eyes gazed over his backside. To bare a part of
his body was a step closer to what the boy had hoped to achieve.
"Fetch that shard," Crying Deer asked as he pointed to a spot near
the boy's feet. The youth picked it up. The man slapped the youth's
backside as he explained a further action. "Sit there, Wind Runner.
Raise the pottery shard to the sky while offering its owner your thanks."
Wind Runner did as he was bidden. Under the hee-man-eh's watchful
eyes, he dropped his butt to the dirt. It felt cool and gritty against
him. He raised his hands above his head and voiced a silent prayer to
the spirits. Under his front flap, he felt his erection pushing out.
Crying Deer chuckled when he spoke. "I think that the spirits would
be pleased by a further offering from you," he said. "A lusty initiation
of my 'new apprentice' to amuse them. Perform the act that will give up
your seed."
The boy drew in a sharp breath. He looked into the man's eyes and
saw the seriousness of his words. It was a simple enough thing to
perform. Usually done alone or before his younger friends, no adult had
ever watch him pull over his erection. It thrilled him to be performing
this for the man.
Wind Runner clutched the pot shard in his left hand. He began
pulling over the thick skin of his erection in his other hand. The rosy
tip of his dick popped out with each slow stroke. A sticky fluid oozed
out. The boy had never felt so thrilled to masturbate as he did now. To
perform this in front of the hee-man-eh gave him a deep sense of pride.
The proving of his manhood.
Crying Deer turned from the youth with a sly smile forming on his
lips. The boy's willingness pleased him. Yet he would take each step
slowly. Each crafted with care to coax the youth's seed into him.
Wind Runner felt disappointment when the man turned away. Only the
spirits would see him squirt out seed. The boy pulled over the thick
skin of his erection towards climax. He gazed at the hee-man-eh's butt
that was only an arm's length away. How he lusted to stick into it!
The man placed his pot onto the ground. From behind, he heard the
boy's skin-rubbing sound. It was slow paced; the experienced act of one
who knew how to prolong a dick's intense pleasure while delaying its
wet ending. If he could manage it, the youth wouldn't be spilling his
seed to the cold ground but into a more satisfying place.
Wind Runner gasped. He watched the hee-man-eh spread his legs and bend
over with his hands planted into the ground. The squaw-man's butthole
opened like a mouth about to take in food. It seemed small to fit a
dick into it. Yet he had heard the stories of how men have fucked it.
The boy felt powerful urgings from his dick. He knew what he wanted
to do but he just couldn't start it. The squaw-man's asshole could
release the aching in his loins. He felt skilled enough to perform
that adult act since he had once spied on a warrior sticking into
another man's ass before...
That had been four summers ago, Wind Runner recalled. He witnessed a
man getting raped. It was on the morning a party of enemy warriors had
invaded their tipi camp to steal horses. No Heart, a young brave on
guard had been knocked to the ground by a painted warrior's tomahawk.
Wind Runner had been hiding in a stand of pond weeds at the time. His
task of fetching water all but forgotten in the excitement.
No Heart had tried to crawl away, barely conscious. The enemy
warrior stayed his death blow with an intent to dishonor the young man
first. He tore away the brave's breechclout and mouthed over the
exposed butt. The warrior bit over it many times. When he removed his
own breechclout, a very long dick was revealed. The boy realized with
morbid interest what the warrior was going to do with it.
Wind Runner had wanted to run for help but he was awe struck by the
warrior's brutal act. He was also afraid of discovery so he kept hidden
and watched. The warrior pointed his erection into No Heart's butt and
stabbed in deep. The young brave had cried out. The warrior held the
man's body to him with savage hands while he fucked. The two men were
fiercely joined in sexual battle. The young brave lost.
Wind Runner knew when the warrior released seed by his loud grunts of
satisfaction. No Heart softly moaned in the dirt. The forced act had
only taken twenty fingers of heartbeats. When the warrior pulled away,
Wind Runner saw that his dick was blood-stained. He wiped away the
telling signs of his rape with the brave's breechclout.
The warrior took up his tomahawk and was going to finish the brave
off. Anger had filled Wind Runner, and although only a boy of eleven
at the time, he sprung from his hiding place and ran towards the two
men with a loud war cry. The unexpected attack frightened the warrior.
He jumped over the back of his horse and fled.
Wind Runner ran to No Heart. He saw the bite marks over the young
brave's ass and knew that the enemy warrior's seed was deep inside him.
A blood-soiled breechclout laid nearby. To Wind Runner amusement he
discovered that the warrior had left behind his own breechclout. That
the boy kept as a trophy of battle and he wore it in place of his
boyish flaps.
The memory of that day was often relived whenever Wind Runner felt
the need to beat off. There were many variations to his fantasy. He
usually imagined that he was the enemy warrior who had raped No Heart.
At other times, he imagined that he took his turn fucking the
unconscious brave after chasing the warrior away. His fantasies allowed
him to pleasure his aching dick towards a sweet release every time.
The squaw-man's loud sigh brought Wind Runner out of his deep
thoughts. The boy was amazed that he was about to act out his fantasies
on the hee-man-eh. Yet the youth felt some reluctance to begin it.
Crying Deer made the next move. He stepped backwards until seeing
the boy's feet under him. Something hard touched his butt. He dropped
to his knees to put himself into the most prone position he could be in
to coax a male to rape him.
The boy was very excited. He saw his dick pressing against the
hee-man-eh's butt cheeks. He reached out with his hands to feel over
them. The warm flesh filled him with a greater desire to try more.
Crying Deer sighed. The boy's hands rubbed over the most sensitive
part of his body: his conquered rear end. The man knew that penetration
would follow so he prepared himself for it. Butt muscles relaxed. The
boy's sperm would join that of the warrior's deep inside of him. He
hoped that the boy's dick would be long enough to hit upon that
pleasure spot deep inside his butthole.
The boy's breath quickened. He opened Crying Deer's butt and knew he
would be performing his first manly act! His long dick would have more
than a hand to pleasure it. A wrinkled brown hole drew his attention.
He had only to stab forward to fit his aching erection into it.
A clear oozing flowed from his piss-hole. Wind Runner knew that was
a sign of intense excitement for him. Unlike the younger boys, his dick
could pre-cum. It would help to make the way slick to their fleshy
joining. The boy was amazed that any man would offer to get his butt
fucked.
Wind Runner quickly reviewed how the lusty rite was performed. That
enemy warrior had plunged into No Heart's ass with a brutal mounting.
Should he stick in slowly and wait for the squaw-man's urgings or stab
in hard with a fast fucking pace? The boy wanted to prove his manhood to
the hee-man-eh.
Crying Deer became impatient. 'Was the boy content with simply
rubbing over his butt as if there were a cramp in it?' He snapped at the
youth with an unfortunate remark.
"Are you only a little boy who's afraid to perform a man's duty?"
scolded Crying Deer. Hands fell away from his body in reply. The
squaw-man realized that his challenge had been taken wrongly. His butt
felt cold in the silence that followed.
Wind Runner felt devastated. It seemed that Crying Deer only saw
him as a mere boy. By failing to 'perform a man's duty' here, how could
he ever hope to join the warriors in battle? They would call him a
coward if ever he should run from the enemy as he had shied away from
mounting this man's ass. The youth felt very small inside.
Crying Deer came to the rescue. "I know that you aren't a little
boy," he said. "I've seen the manly size of your 'spear.' Prove yourself
by stabbing it into my butt."
Wind Runner was startled by the squaw-man's bold words. No doubt
remained in him for what he was about to perform. The dirt stained butt
was stuck out to him for a fuck. The asshole winked from the
expectation of filling with his long dick.
The boy looked at Crying Deer's submissive posture in awe. Although
he knew that the hee-man-eh wasn't considered to be a man, his body was
one. It seemed strange that he'd allow himself to be taken as if he
were a squaw.
The boy could no longer restain himself. Yet he kept from sticking
his dick in so that he could enjoy his sweet moment of victory. His
lips descended on Crying Deer's ass. Little boy kisses enflamed the
squaw-man's heart and brought back to him a fond memory to him of
another boy's love...
It had only been a handful of winters ago when Crying Deer first
allowed his butt to get spermed. The boy who performed that deed was
named Sky-pining. He also desired to embrace those of his sex yet he
hadn't uncovered his butt nor performed women's tasks to achieve it.
The two had often met in secret to love gently with naked touching and
kisses.
Sky-pining enjoyed sucking off Crying Deer. He could always coax the
squaw-man's thick erection to release into his mouth. The boy had
claimed that he liked the taste of his lover's white nectar.
Crying Deer enjoyed having the boy roam his wet lips and tongue over
his ass. After licking out the hole with spit to prepare the way,
Sky-pining's body joined to his lover's with his long dick inside that
wanting hole. His fucking was often a lengthy one. Both of them could
climax together.
Their first joining had been difficult though. Crying Deer had known
that a man could be taken like a squaw but only as a beastly act
performed on the battle field. The forced butt mounting was intended to
humiliate the fallen enemy.
Crying Deer had allowed the boy's advances. Such desire had been in
Sky-pining's eyes to join their bodies and mate. It was only after much
pain and changing of positions that Crying Deer had finally managed to
receive the boy's sperm in him. Afterwards, Sky-pining claimed to love
him the more for it. It had proven to be a good way to bind two males
together.
Their secret rendezvous in the woods became more numerous. Crying
Deer grew to like being mounted as much as Sky-pining enjoyed to give
him sperm. The boy's deeper thrusts touched something thrilling inside
his asshole. By getting fucked, he didn't even need to pull over his
erection to make it shoot. Their loving act satisfied them both.
The lovers eventually sought acceptance from their tribe. Crying
Deer wore a dress and performed the tasks of a squaw. Sky-pining had
proven his manhood by joining the war parties. His many coups had given
him the honored status of warrior. No one questioned his love for a
hee-man-eh after that.
Their love should have lasted a life-time. Yet the warrior's fate
had come to its expected ending. Four enemy arrows were too much for
Sky-pining to hold back death. Crying Deer had mourned long for him.
Crying Deer became an unattached hee-man-eh. He allowed any man to
fuck his butt. Though not truly love, the squaw-man enjoyed the brief
union his tribesmen could offer. He took up the art of crafting pots.
That gave him the freedom to travel amongst the different tribes in
search of new love.
A black bird's 'caw-haw' startled Crying Deer. He looked around for
an intruder. None. The sweet thoughts of his first love faded away. A
boy of Sky-pining's age was about to perform his first manly act. He
knew that their joining of flesh would be good.
Wind Runner enjoyed mouthing over the squaw-man's butt. The boy's
lips kissed while his teeth gave playful bites to both ass cheeks. He
entered the crack of the man's smelly butt. Would he dare taste Crying
Deer's innermost squawness?
The boy became frantic. He kissed deeper through the butt crack to
find its smelly entrance. His nose pressed onto it while his lips were
drawn to the man's pair of hanging orbs. He mouthed over them playfully.
The butt's musky scent became too much for the boy. His curious
tongue pushed through the moist opening for a lustful taste. The man
had a bland wetness inside his butthole. The boy tongued a few more
times before realizing where he had tasted that before... it was sperm!
Wind Runner wasn't surprised that someone had recently fucked the
hee-man-eh. The boy tongued through the slimy hole to be sure of it.
The bland salty taste was similar to his release he had once curiously
eaten after beating off. He was drinking of another man's flow!
Wind Runner became intensely excited. He wanted to get his dick in
to join his seed with that of a warrior's. The youth also knew that
mounting Crying Deer would make him a man.
The boy enjoyed sucking on the asshole. The squaw-man's butt-cheeks
were soft in his hands, yielding when he parted them. His tongue drew
more warrior sperm from the slimy hole for him to swallow. It filled
the boy with strength and determination. Just like that time last when
he drank of another man's flow...
After Wind Runner had witnessed No Heart's rape, he kept his eyes
open for similar things. One early morning he had been rewarded.
Wind Runner had spied on a young warrior's swim in the river. The
youth knew that he was from a friendly tribe but not his name. The
man's painted breechclout had been left on the grassy bank. He had
lustfully siezed upon it.
Soft in his hands, Wind Runner had examined the front flap with his
nose for its musky scent. It was strongly male. On the rear cloth was a
brown stain, telling of the man's butt. The boy threw down his flaps to
embrace the man's over his body. He had become very excited from it.
Wind Runner had crouched behind the weeds in his borrowed breechclout.
His hand moved over the man's front flap to rub it over his aching
penis. The youth had a wicked plan. He intended to add his boyish flow
to that of the man's inside the flap and return the garment on the bank
afterwards for the warrior to don unsuspectingly. He had taken too long
a time at pleasuring himself though.
The warrior had ended his swim and searched for his missing
breechclout. He found it wrapped around Wind Runner, spooking the boy
from his lusty act. The warrior was excited by the youth's display and
handled himself towards erection. He took the boy's need in hand and
quickly brought them both to a wet climax.
Wind Runner had been surprised by the warrior's thick seed at their
feet. It differed from the clear release coming from his dick. The boy
had asked why that was so.
The warrior told Wind Runner to lick up what remained in his hand.
The man claimed that it would help bring the youth's loins to maturity.
In the moons that followed, his body grew dark hairs under his arms and
above his dick. His sperm became more like the warrior's. He knew that
his speedy maturing had come from eating the strong warrior's seed.
Now Wind Runner was eating more male essence. Not simply pulled out
with a hand but in the most manly act of a fuck in the squaw-man's
butt. Wind Runner believed that it would give him the ability to mount
the hee-man-eh as a man.
The youth pulled his face from the slimy butt so that he could get
his dick in there. He dropped the remains of his breechclout in a
rush. A quick stab sought to connect his body with the man's. Crying
Deer spread his legs to accommodate the frantic boy. A long dick was
quickly fitting into him.
Wind Runner gasped after sticking into the man's ass. His erection
was all the way in Crying Deer's tight hole. A warmth surrounded and
seemed to suck on his tingling length. The youth crouched over the
squaw-man's back and he began the desperate mating.
It was more exciting than the boy had ever imagined. He felt the
slippery tightness around his dick which sent waves of increasing
pleasure through him. The bodily warmth within his arms also felt good.
It was thrilling to be fucking this squaw-man's ass for pleasure and to
prove his manhood.
Crying Deer performed for the boy. He knew how to tighten his
butthole muscles around the invading pole. The youth moaned in reply.
The man smiled after hearing the boy's pleasure and sudden cry. He
became concerned when Wind Runner slowed his thrusts.
The youth saw a greyness before his eyes. His ears filled with the
roar of a great storm. He had felt his intense squirts go from him into
the man's butt. 'It happened too quickly,' he thought.
Crying Deer tried not to feel disappointed. The boy's inexperience
had him giving up his seed too quickly... too soon to discover if that
dick inside him was long enough for his own pleasure.
Wind Runner laid heavily over the hee-man-eh to rest. He smiled when
realizing that his frantic act had made him a man. His seed joined with
the warrior's inside Crying Deer's hole. He'd have to ask which man was
unknowingly sperm-brothered to him. The boy giggled. His head was filled
with such strange thoughts.
Crying Deer felt the breaths over his neck slow. He couldn't feel
the boy's frantic heartbeat against his back nor were hands clutching
his hips as tightly. The youth was recovering from his body's struggle
of mating. Their brief joining was at its end... or was it?
Hope filled Crying Deer. He felt the boy's pole inside him was still
long and swollen. Couldn't the youth fuck him some more as Strong Man
had this morning? He found his voice and tried not to make it sound
like begging.
"Wind Runner, stay inside me," the squaw-man asked. "I want you to
seed my ass again. This time, try to make it last! Your lengthy thrusts
must give me my own pleasure."
The boy inhaled a troubled breath. He released it slowly over the man's
sweaty back in reply. He knew that his sperm had come out too quickly.
When Crying Deer felt the youth embrace his body for second
attempt, he slowly stood up, taking the boy with him. On his feet now,
the man pulled away his front flap. He spread his legs and stuck out
his butt. The boy's dick slipped deeper through his begging hole.
Wind Runner began it again. His quick in and out thrusts sounded
loud to his ears. The man's butthole was too slippery to get much
rubbing feeling from it. The boy wondered how he was going to cum again.
An idea came to him. Wind Runner lowered his hands to the man's
upper legs and tried pushing them together. He hoped that Crying Deer
would understand the gesture.
Sweaty thighs came together in reply to the boy's need. Crying Deer
also tightened his butt muscles around the thrusting invader inside
him. The boy moaned in satisfaction.
Wind Runner bucked his ass in a slow and timed manner. 'It wasn't
unlike setting a fast beat on the ceremonial drums,' he thought. 'More
fun though.' His dick was still swollen inside the man's butt yet he
couldn't get those neat feelings to build up again. The boy tried
thrusting faster.
Crying Deer felt the increased efforts from the youth to mount him.
Hot breaths blew over his shoulder blades. The boy's dick stabbed
deeper through his slimy asshole. He was getting sore from it. Strong
Man's twice sperming had released both of them only this morning.
Perhaps the boy couldn't endure it like a grown man...
The squaw-man scolded himself for such wrongful thoughts. In his
youth, he was able to release seed again and again. And though it had
brought a bright color to his pole, his second release was the
sweetest. It was when one grew older that cumming more than once became
too tiring.
Crying Deer looked down at his swollen dick sticking out from his hairy
groin. He began handling it for release. The pleasure of Strong Man's
deeper thrusts had made his dick throb and grow intense without any
handling. The boy's pole tries reaching for that wonderful spot within.
Wind Runner needed another year of growing in the loins to do that.
To enhance the youth's second attempt, Crying Deer backed his ass
onto the boy's groin with each lusty stab. He tightened his ringed
muscles around the boy's dick when it pulled from his hole. As a
hee-man-eh, it was his duty to entice the male's sperm from him. He
wouldn't disappoint.
Wind Runner's eyes widened when he felt those wonderful sensations
returning to him. The feelings in his dick were building up again to
explode. He tried keeping his thrusts paced and deep through the
asshole so the squaw-man would get his proper pleasuring. The boy hoped
he had enough seed left to squirt out.
One of Crying Deer's hands reached back to hold the boy's surging
motion. The butt felt smaller than that of his first lover's yet
softer. He recalled how Sky-pining enjoyed having his ass cheeks
gripped when they fucked. A proving of the boy's performance as a man.
Wind Runner smiled. He felt the man's hand over his backside and
knew that his stabbing was being savage enough. The smell of sex was
strong. A mixture of warrior and boy seed oozed from the hee-man-eh's
hole he was plunging through. It flowed down his dick and over his
swinging balls.
Crying Deer also smiled. His hand felt the hard muscles beneath the
butt's softness that rippled like stormy lake waves. It thrilled the
hee-man-eh to feel such effort from the boy to mount his ass.
An idea came to Crying Deer. He released the boy's rear end to find
one of his hands. Wind Runner was reluctant to give it up. The man took
it to the front of his body. When the boy's fingers realized their
destination, they quickly took hold and began pulling over the thick skin.
Crying Deer gasped. The boy's handling could coax out his sperm if
properly done. He had a shy dick. Only a proper beat around it would
get him to the surging part of release.
It thrilled Wind Runner to be holding another man's dick. He felt
its thickness though of shorter length than his own. The man's coarse
groin hairs brushed against his palm with each stroke. His fingers
pressed into the man's sweaty balls.
The hee-man-eh softly moaned. He concentrated on his body's
sensations. A hard dick stabbed into the back of him while the front
of him was pleasured in hand. It pleased him that the boy was
performing sex well.
The Sacred Hill filled with loud breaths and moans. Sweat rained
down from the joined human bodies to the thirsty Earth. A squirrel
ignored the mating pair of strange tall-creatures in his search for
hidden nuts. Yet a Presents came to watch the man and boy. Their urgent
act of love pleased him.
The spirit reached inside both bodies and touched their hearts. He
bounnd them together with a silvery thread. The end to the hee-man-eh's
thread had been severed, the warrior spirit sadly recalled. With its
new binding, his lover on Mother Earth won't feel lonely. He now had a
new boy in his life.
A strange feeling came over Crying Deer. It was fleeting, like the
gentle kiss from a passing lovely butterfly. A joy filled the man's
heart. His thoughts turned to his first lover, Sky-pining. It felt like
he was near.
The boy's heart pounded in his ears. A strange coolness bursted
inside him which reminded him of a wonderous waterfall. His emotion was
one of awe. Lust took him back to the task at hand. He clung to the
man's sweaty back, frantically plunging through the man's tight warmth
in his effort to squirt out a second seeding.
The youth felt its lusty rising from his balls. He gasped in
surprise. The man's butthole tightened around his dick at that moment.
A tremendous surge went through his sex. He cried out in sweet agony
from his multiple squirts. Each one filling the man's butthole. A
greyness took his eyes when his loins went dry.
Crying Deer was more used to the intense pleasures of mating than
the boy. With only a sharp inward breath, the man came. The small hand
around his dick milked out four thick squirts. They fell like rain
drops onto a pottery shard half-sunken in the dirt.
The boy held himself to the man's heated body for support. He took
in gulps of air. It bothered him that his head felt so light. A
tingling through his sore pole reminded him of his accomplishment.
Twice he had spent himself in the hee-man-eh's butthole. The pride and
sexual relief that he felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced
before. He had become the ecstasy of fulfilled man.
The man and boy rested while still joined. Heated flesh welcomed the
slight breeze caressing their naked bodies. The youth's mouth eagerly
sucked in breaths of it. Spirit wind was giving the new lovers a cooling
touch from his airy hands.
A squirrel ran past the two tall-creatures with a nut in his little
hands. It scurried up a tree to eat it. The boy heard the animal's
anxious chatter. His eyesight cleared.
The boy's pole slipped out of the man's slimy hole. Their bodies
slowly unwound. Crying Deer turned to face his young lover. It touched
his heart to see awe on the boy's face. He took Wind Runner to his
breast in a tight hug. The man's head rested over the boy's neck. Small
hands reached low for his butt.
"You performed sweetly," Crying Deer whispered. "My body is filled
with much seed from your first manly act."
Wind Runner could only nod. With his lust spent from him, troubling
thoughts filled his head. He wondered if fucking the man's butt kept
him from the path of desiring women. The boy felt that he shouldn't
have enjoyed it so much.
The silence grew between them. Crying Deer sensed the youth's
confusion. It reminded him of his first lover. Words of explanation
came to him. He crafted it into a clever telling.
"You remind me of a boy named Sky-pining," began Crying Deer. "He
was about your age when first making love to me. Afterwards, he had
doubts about what we had done. I was also a boy without much wisdom so
I couldn't reason with him that our male love was a good thing. Only
the voice from my heart gave strength to my words."
"Did Sky-pining hear that same voice?" asked Wind Runner.
"In time, his ears opened enough to hear it. Two moons had passed
from our first love making. He returned to me and spoke his vows of
love. No doubts remained. Sky-pining was a proud soul that needed to
follow a path of his own making."
"What happened to him?"
Crying Deer closed his eyes from that painful memory. He spoke only
after his struggle with keeping tears from falling had passed.
"Sky-pining had achieved the honor of a three feathered warrior. I
cross-dressed and took up the tasks of his squaw in our tipi. No one
questioned our union. We had two happy years together before a Black
Hand scout put arrows into his back. I've not felt such tender loving...
until this day."
Wind Runner couldn't say anything. His heart felt the truth of Crying
Deer's words but he feared what others would think. His back was fondly
patted. The boy squeezed the man's butt in reply. It felt good to share
the warmth of their bodies in an embrace. His head cleared itself of
troubling thoughts.
Crying Deer smiled. He knew the youth was physically bonded to him
but was there love in Wind Runner's heart? It would be enough to
fulfill the sexual needs of the boy. He made for an exciting lover.
A bird's cry spooked Wind Runner. He pulled from Crying Deer's arms
to look around. They were standing at the foot of the Sacred Hill. The
youth couldn't see anyone about. A front flap laid near his foot. He
fetched it for the man to wear.
Crying Deer brought the boy's breechclout to him. His hands tied its
thong belt around the youth's waist and he dropped both deerskin flaps
over it. Wind Runner was properly covered. The man looked over himself.
He felt naked without his dress.
Wind Runner spotted a pottery shard in the dirt. He was reaching
for it when noticing how it was covered with a thick pool of sperm. The
man's release. Crying Deer came to his side.
"Your hand pulled that out from my loins," said Crying Deer. He
slapped over his uncovered butt with a grin. "I have yours inside me."
Wind Runner giggled. "I had sucked sperm from your butthole before
sticking into it. A warrior had taken you before me?"
The hee-man-eh grinned. "Yes. That was Strong Man. He's a warrior
with much lust. My butt always feels his mighty spear whenever I am
visiting with your tribe."
The boy was stunned. "Strong Man has a pretty wife in his lodge. Why
does he need to stick into your butt?"
"Why did you?" asked Crying Deer.
Wind Runner could only shake his head in wonder. He felt some
assurance from learning that a proud warrior had enjoyed sticking into a
hee-man-eh as he had done.
Crying Deer reached down for his clay pot. The boy glanced at the man's
ass and was struck by the wonder of what his dick had performed within
its small hole. 'How many men have released themselves in it as I?' the
boy thought.
Wind Runner turned to the squaw-man. In his hands, the clay pot
took on a new meaning. It was filled with the broken pottery that
Crying Deer could find. Just like what his butthole collected from
lusting men. Pot shards and sperm. They were like gifts that enhanced
the hee-man-eh's life.
The man and boy walked from the Sacred Hill together. Their paths
had crossed and it became the promise of a good life for them both. The
warrior spirit happily flew off to the Above with his task done.
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