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POTTERY-SHARDS-4 "A Boy Once More"
{Part #4 of 9} Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
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"A Boy Once More"
The young brave peeked out his wigwam doorway to the loud shouts and
giggling of boys. Five youths were playing nearby. He watched their
sun-kissed bodies wrestle with one another. They fought to order their
strength amongst themselves.
The youngest was only eight summers old. The eldest boy, Rain-bird, was
fourteen. His body was covered by a long breechclout like the men of his
tribe. The other boys wore simple buckskin flaps or nothing at all.
Half-moon was the next eldest. Although only eleven, his body was
more developed than other boys his age. He possessed good running legs
and strong arms. A match for the fourteen year old in their fight. A
glance under half-moon's front flap would prove his true age; the youth
was smooth groined and he had a small pole.
The remaining boys were younger. Crow and Raven were both ten since
they were twin brothers. The eight year old was named corn-boy. He went
about nude as all young boys do. His excitement at watching Half-moon
wrestle with Rain-bird was obvious. While clapping his hands and
hooting, the small boy seemed not to notice the finger-sized erection
that stood up against his belly.
The brave chuckled at the youth's innocent display. He doubted that
Corn-boy knew of the pleasure that handling his hard pole could bring
him. That's one reason his older friends wore buckskin flaps.
Shouts of excitement filled the air. The two wrestling boys had
fallen to the ground in their fierce contest. They rolled over each
other to try gaining the advantage of being on top. Neither youth was
ready to give in to the other.
Half-moon managed to snake his legs around the older boy's waist. He
closed them tightly. When Rain-bird struggled to free himself, his thong
belt snapped. The long cloth loosened from his body. All eyes went to
this boy's nakedness. The brave saw that Rain-bird's body was nearly
that of a man's.
Unlike his younger friends, Rain-bird had groin hair. His
semi-erection was suggestive of a healthy size. The boy's rear end was
lean and well muscled. An attractive roundness to it held the brave's
lust-filled eyes. He longed to feel over that boy's soft curves.
The two boys rolled over the ground. It became Half-moon's turn to
show off his rear end. Unlike the older boy, there was a flatness to his
butt from its lack of muscle development. Both cheeks were ground-stained
since the youth neglected to wear a rear flap.
Rain-bird delivered several hard slaps to the youth's butt. Half-moon
squealed out in protest; his arms loosened. The unfairness of it brought
the three boys to his aid. Rain-bird found himself fighting against four
boys. Their melee became a horde of arms and legs disjointed from youthful
heads, butts and erecting front ends. It had become a wrestling orgy.
The young brave smiled. It reminded him of his younger days. He had
often wrestled with boyhood friends or been in play of more 'intimate'
games. The man wondered if these young boys participated in such
pleasures.
The twins managed to pin Rain-bird's arms to the ground by sitting
over them. Corn-boy kept hold of one of the boy's kicking legs.
Half-moon easily gained the top advantage on the older boy. He bounced
over Rain-bird's stomach.
A loud hoot of triumph filled the air. Half-moon raised his arms to
the sky and threw back his head. His long hair dropped at his shoulders.
The boy's second victory cry died in his throat though. The brave
searched the reason for it.
Corn-boy giggled. He pointed at Half-moon's butt and the long dick
from Rain-bird that was sticking through it. Inspite of being pinned to
the ground, the older boy had managed a clever way to fight back. He
bucked his ass to drive his manly weapon deeper through Half-moon's
butt. The tip of it could already be piercing the boy's tender hole.
Half-moon sprang up in a rush. He stood apart from the other boys
with a sly grin on his face. His hand rubbed over his rear end as if
pained there. Rain-bird laughed at him from the ground. It seemed that
'his' was the final victory.
The twins freed Rain-bird's arms when they sprang away to dance
around Half-moon. They taunted him by lifting their front flaps to point
their hard dicks at him. The brave recognized which dance that the twins
performed. With boyish 'spears' in hand, the brothers portrayed
'hunters' who surrounded Half-moon, the 'buffalo' which they stalked.
The brave watched it all with lusty interest.
Rain-bird was performing an exciting 'dance' of his own. Corn-boy sat
nearby to watch. To the curious youth, it looked like Rain-bird was
stretching out the thick skin to his dick. He was amazed by its
spear-length when compared to his own small fleshy stick.
The twins ended their dance to watch Rain-bird's lusty performance.
Unlike Corn-boy, they knew what the older boy was doing to himself.
Half-moon crouched nearby to watch. Beneath his front flap, a healthy
bulge formed.
The brave's view of Rain-bird was blocked by the four boys sitting
around him. It prevented the man from seeing what was happening. The
twins' back were to him. Corn-boy sat over Rain-bird's legs but in such
an angle that the man couldn't see the expression on that little boy's
face. Only Half-moon sat towards him. The brave tried to read that boy's
expression. It was one of curiosity and amusement.
The brave searched for more clues. On the ground behind Raven was
Rain-bird's forgotten breechclout. He had never seen the older boy
without it. Even when Rain-bird went swimming with his friends in the
river, he had kept his body covered. That long cloth, it seemed, gave
the boy his identity of being a man. Only little boys wore simple flaps
or nothing at all.
Corn-boy giggled again. The brave couldn't glean anything further from
Half-moon's face so he strained his ears to listen. Other than giggling,
he heard a skin-rubbing sound. The young man grinned. It was obvious as
to what Rain-bird was performing in front of his younger friends.
Raven turned to his twin brother with a sparkle in his eyes. He
reached under Crow's front flap to grasp on what he found within it. A
gentle pulling motion followed. Crow felt a little embarrassed but was
glad that his breechclout kept the other boys from seeing much.
Half-moon wasn't as shy. He pulled away his buckskin flap to show off
his hard dick. It stood up against a smooth groin. His quick handling
made for a funny display. Corn-boy giggled. His bright eyes quickly
moved from one boy's lusty act to another. He reached down for his hard
stick to join into their game. It was a newly discovered pleasure for
the youth.
Rain-bird reached for Crow's thong belt. His fingers untied it. The
buckskin flaps loosened from the youth's body and revealed to all what
his brother was pulling on. Corn-boy grinned. He saw that Crow's dick
wasn't much bigger than his.
Raven's thong belt was next untied. Rain-bird wasn't surprised to see
that the youth's erection was identical to his twin brother's. The two
boy became shy in front of the others. Their hands paused from pulling
on each other's pole. Rain-bird took each youth in hand to continue the
male rite. His swollen dick laid unattended against his belly.
Corn-boy was still awe-struck by Rain-bird's size. His hand curiously
reached for the older boy's dick. It felt very hot and moist in his
small hand. Rain-bird turned to the young boy with a grin. He nodded for
Corn-boy to pull over his aching erection while he handled the twins.
Corn-boy began a pulling motion over the older boy's dick. It was a
man's size. He saw a brown knob pop out from the thick skin. A sticky
fluid filled his hand from it. The dick's hardness felt like the deadly
power of a spear shaft to the young boy. His eyes widened in envy.
Half-moon was jealous of Corn-boy. He had wanted to take hold of the
older boy's dick and pull over it as the youth was. That could have led
to a bolder act between them. Half-moon remembered his butt being stuck
into during their wrestle. He had a strange desire to try fitting
Rain-bird's long dick between his butt cheeks to tickle against his
hole.
Rain-bird was unknowing of Half-moon's desires. He was busy handling
two hard poles. He wondered if the twins were of age to squirt from
them. Corn-boy would soon get his own dick to come out. Doing that would
bring much prestige to him from the younger boys. He was the leader of
their group.
Within the brave's breechclout an erection had grown. He watched the
boys' lusty game with much interest. He wanted to compare Rain-bird's size
to his own but the twins blocked his view. By a man's standard, he knew
that his dick wasn't a very long one. 'Was Rain-bird's as big as mine?'
the brave wondered.
A bold plan came to him. The brave rose from his mat and stepped into
the sunlight. A man's lust for boys demanded satisfaction. His heart raced
with the challenge of it. The pleasure had been a long time in coming.
"Aiiiii!" the brave shouted in challenge. Five heads turned to him
with startled looks.
There was a flurry of motion. Brown naked bodies sprang from the dirt
like a herd of spooked deer. Raven and Corn-boy turned to greet the
young brave. Half-moon stood between them. Their shy expressions were
amusing to watch.
Rain-bird had grabbed his long breechclout and ran. The brave saw
him streak behind a grass hut. Crow followed him with his own flaps.
It didn't surprise him that Rain-bird was embarrassed by his nudity.
'Why did Crow run away when his twin brother stood proudly before him?'
"Greetings to you, Short Man," spoke Half-moon as was expected of
him. His two companions remained silent though. The brave frowned.
The spell was broken. Boyish giggling to pleasurable acts had turned
to silence. 'An adult was watching.' Their young faces were filled with
embarrassment and some fear. Gone were their cute smiles that the man
had hoped for.
A sad realization swept through the young brave. He stood amongst
boys and he was no longer one of them. Short Man turned from the youths
without a word. He heard them run away when he entered his wigwam in
defeat. Dark shadows fell over him.
Memories from last summer filled his head. It was only a handful of
moons ago that he had been one of them; 'a boy.' A boy who could play
games and embrace boyhood friends as these youths had done between the
wigwams.
That summer had started out in honor for Short Man. He had turned
fifteen and was initiated by the tribal elders. A beaded headband and
eagle's feather were given to him as the signs of his rite of passage.
With the wearing of these proud things came the responsibilities of a
newly named brave. A young man of the tribe who was expected to strive
in becoming a warrior.
Nearly a year had come and gone like the wind. Short Man's body
remained small like a boy's. He stood four fingers shorter than the other
young men of his age. It appeared that he was a hopeful youth instead of
the man his initiation had made of him. The tribe accepted that he was
no longer a boy. Short Man didn't feel that he was a brave either.
In him remained the playful and carefree stirrings from his youth. His
body was boyish and so was his wild spirit. How he longed for that time
when he could play games with his friends! His flesh still lusted for
them. That drive in him was most troubling since there was no release.
At first he had tried accepting that he was no longer a boy. Being a
newly named brave had offered him new paths. He stood with the other men
in council. Young women casted their hopeful eyes in his direction
wherever he walked. Yet Short Man felt no manly stirrings in him to take
one for a wife. None could satisfy him. His heart ached for what he had
achieved in the arms of his boyhood friends. A year had nearly passed.
It weared on him. He could no longer deny his youthful spirit.
How could he turn back that lonely year, the man wondered? His path
in life was set forward. It had become a race to see which of the young
braves in the tribe would be first to become warriors. He was falling
behind the others. No squaw in his wigwam. There were no honorable coups
or deeds won by him. A brave in name only...
A bold thought dropped into Short Man's head. Why not become 'a boy
once more?' A plan started to come together. He knew that the
celebration of the Mid-summer's Dance drew near. It had brought all
five tribes of the People together to form one great tribe again.
Friends and kin who were parted by the migration would be met there. His
plan could work. He would not seek out old friends but look for boys
from the other tribes who didn't know of 'Short Man.'
The brave glanced down at himself. He pulled away his painted
breechclout that announced his manly rank. He saw that his body could
pass for a boy's with only a few changes. A flint knife was used to trim
down his groin's thick mane. The blade was next taken to his long black
hair. He cut it back to when he was a youth of fifteen.
The rest of the day was spent in further preparation. His hands
crafted the necessary disguise. Gone from his waist was his painted
breechclout; a man's garment. His nakedness was covered by two meager
flaps of buckskin. He put away his beaded headband and eagle's feather.
The brave stood up and looked upon his new self. What he saw pleased
him. The flaps of soft hide barely covered his slim body. A boy again.
'What name should he take for himself?'
The rear cloth against his body drew his attention. It was too much
cover for his butt. He pulled it away and took a knife to it. What
remained only covered the crack between his cheeks. He knew that the
boys would understand its meaning... He only needed to go out and find
them to fulfill their lusty desires and his own.
Short Man giggled. A proper name came to him. He would call himself
'No-tail.' It was a name with special meaning. One of the tribe's dogs
had lost his tail last winter in a fight with a coyote. That loss had
diminished the dog's rank amongst the other males. And like that once
proud hound, the young brave was also forsaking his identity as a man.
A troubling thought came to the brave. The people of his tribe would
still recognize him and wonder at his boyish appearance. It was
important that he not be discovered.
Short Man decided that he'd have to wait for morning before leaving
his wigwam. He would sneak away to the marshes and wait for the heated
hand of Father Sun to drive boys to the cool ponds. There were many
swimming holes between the encampments. He would scout them all out.
An excitement gripped the young brave. With his plans made, he laid
over his mat for the night. Sleep was hard to find. He knew that with
the rising of the sun, he would leave behind his manly identity. Only a
boy would go forth from camp to find new friends.
Morning came. The loud shouts of boys awakened No-tail. He rose from
his sleeping mat and eagerly ran outside. This time, the five youths
allowed him to play.
The boys wrestled to reorder their strength from yesterday. The
younger boys ganged up on Half-moon. Rain-bird jumped on top of No-tail
since they were nearly the same age and height.
A great happiness swept through the would-be boy. No-tail kept his
greater strength in check so as to not give away his true identity.
Their struggle remained balanced with neither of them gaining the
advantage of being on top. It became a joyous embrace of warm struggling
boy flesh. No-tail took every opportunity to feel over his companion's
male body.
Half-moon managed to subdue his boys by sitting on them. The two
brothers, Crow and Raven bore erections and they made it plain to their
captor as to what they wanted done with them. Corn-boy sat close to
watch Half-moon pleasure the twins.
No-tail gave in to the struggle by rolling onto his belly. Rain-bird
was quick to sit on top. Their butts touched. He pinned No-tail's arms
to the ground in triumph.
Raven cried out. A smile came to Rain-bird's face. He watched
Half-moon's hands expertly play over each of the twins' fleshy sticks. A
rosy tip popped out from the poles of each young boy. Raven cried out in
sweet agony.
Corn-boy handled his stiff. As the youngest boy, his pole was the
smallest. Yet he knew that the two brothers couldn't squirt out either.
A dry release still felt good though.
No-tail watched it all. His heart filled with such a happiness for
being a part of lusty boy games again. A tickly sensation drew his
attention. Something stabbed between the cheeks of his ass. It was
Rain-bird above him. He relaxed his ringed muscles to allow the boy's
penetration. Their bodies joined. It thrilled No-tail that he was being
'raped' in plain sight. None of the other boys seemed to notice.
Half-moon was busily torturing Raven and bringing his brother to a
dry climax. Corn-boy watched them as he pulled over his stiff pole with
increasing thrills.
No-tail gasped when Rain-bird began his thrusts in him. He had never
seen the boy's erection but could feel its length stabbing through his
butthole. Nearly a man's size. Unlike the other youths, this boy would
do more than cry out at his ending. The thought of taking this boy's
squirts into his butt was immensely thrilling for No-tail.
Corn-boy curiously turned to the two rutting boys. He saw that
Rain-bird was laid over No-tail's long back. They seemed to be joined in
some adult act. Rain-bird's ass flexed beneath his breechclout. The
front of his cloth was spilled on the ground at No-tail's waist. Their
bodies were naked against each other. His eyes widened in surprise.
The youth watched the boy above stabbing into the boy below him. A
squishy sound came from it. An understanding swept through Corn-boy. He
rose from the ground to investigate the boys' sexual rite. His erection
was still in hand, slowly being pleasured.
No-tail noticed the young boy watching them. He saw the puzzled look
on the youth's face and grinned. It seemed that Corn-boy was unknowing
of how two males copulated. He obliged the innocent youth with a
performance.
When Rain-bird stabbed, No-tail raised his butt up to meet it. That
brought out a lusty groan from Rain-bird. Their fucking pace increased.
Corn-boy stepped behind the two boys and peeked between their sweaty,
rubbing bodies. His eyes took in an amazing sight.
No-tail could imagine what the young boy was watching: a savage
struggle of sex playing out between two horny males. The top boy was
conquerer, the boy beneath him, conquered. 'Would their male joining be
frightening to Corn-boy,' he wondered?
Rain-bird didn't seem to notice the spying youth or he was too close
to his release to care. His stabs through No-tail's ass became savage.
Low moans filled the air. No-tail could hardly wait for the boy's strong
squirts to fill his butt.
A boy's high-pitched cry. Corn-boy witnessed a boy's lusty release
inside another boy's asshole. The joining of two males. It became too
much for the young brave. He was swept by powerful sensations that
erupted out of his dick. He felt the strong splash of cum against his
buckskin flap. Rain-bird's squirts felt deep and never ending...
Short Man woke up. He was laying on his belly inside of his wigwam.
The faint light of morning could be seen from the smoke hole above him.
There was a ringing sound in his ears.
The smell of sex was strong in the brave's nose. He felt a thick
wetness against his front buckskin flap. A quivering sensation came from
his butt. He reached a hand back to cup his cheeks. It had felt like the
boy's dick had been stabbing between them. His fingers found only a dry
hole. No sperm had been truly given him from that sweet boy dream.
A weariness came to the brave. His dream had spilt from him all
desire to chase boys. Reason replaced lust. He began to question his
lusty plan for this day.
'What did I truly seek from the boys?' Short Man wondered. The
brave's thoughts flew back to yesterday when he had returned to his
wigwam in disappointment. He remembered how the boys had ended their
naked games when confronting them. He had only wanted to play along.
As a boy, he would have been allowed to join into their games. That
would have led to sexual embracings like in his dream. The boys from
yesterday saw him as a man of their tribe; a young brave to respect.
Their lusty rites ended when he had rushed out to meet them. The sweet
possibility to join them... broken.
Short Man thought about his lust-filled dream. Rain-bird had mounted
his ass. A youth had watched his butthole getting fucked while the other
boys were being pleasured in hand. All the youths had accepted him as
the boy, No-tail.
The brave smiled. He had a plan to embrace boys without having to
act it out in a dream. The young man eagerly sprang to his feet. His
arms stretched towards the faint light of morning that peeked through
his wigwam's smoke hole. A coolness was felt over his lower body. It
made the man laugh. He peered down at his boyish nudity. Meager flaps
covered his youthful loins and pale butt.
The man's eyes fell to his sleeping hide. His scantily clad body
would need cover should he run into any of his tribesmen. He reached
down for it. A lightning sensation went through his asshole. The slim
thong in back had tickled against his crack from bending over. He spread
his legs and stuck his butt out. To perform this in front of a boy could
win his sweet seed from him. That was what the young brave hoped.
The day ahead was planned through in Short Man's head. He had no need
for food. His 'other hungers' were going to be satisfied. No need for
weapons. The great strength of all five tribes were encamped in the
valley. He could handle himself against any boy that may wish him harm.
He looked forward to the exciting possibility of a boy trying to rape him!
Short Man wrapped the brown hide around himself. He pushed on the
door flap and stepped out into the early morning. There were no boys
playing nearby; no one about at all. The young brave quickly stole out
of camp.
He took to the paths that connected the marshy ponds. The warm hide
was kept around himself while he scouted. Father Sun would have to be
near the height of His sky before any naked boys would be found. Time
enough for him to memorize the lay out of his 'hunting grounds'.
Short Man knew that some of the ponds were clear and used as a
source of drinking water. He kept to the paths furthest from his tribe.
He didn't want to be discovered by any boys who knew of his true
identity. On this day, he was a fifteen year old boy named No-tail.
The 'boy-looking' man passed through many ponds and marshes. Most
were clogged with tall weeds, too shallow or topped with smelly green
algai. He noted which ponds the boys would be likeliest to use for
swimming. His feet eagerly sought out new trail possibilities of finding
boys. After passing a stand of cat tails, he came upon a startling
discovery. Standing at a pond's edge was a naked youth.
Short Man sprang back into the tall weeds. His foot had made a noise
but the boy hadn't noticed it. His back was to the man. At the youth's
feet was a long stick attached to a water skin. That explained his
presence in the marshes so early in the morning.
The youth was only a stone's throw away. He stood at the edge of a
clear pond. Twelve summers of age, the brave estimated from the smallish
size of his butt. He noticed that the brown cheeks was slowly moving in
and out. The boy's hands were in front of himself. His legs were spread.
The brave watched the exciting spectacle. He knew what his eyes were
spying on. A common enough thing. The young boy was pleasuring himself.
The man continued watching it to be sure.
A pleasant tingling filled Short Man's loins. He dropped the warm
hide from his body and quietly stepped out from the weeds. In his hand,
he coaxed his own erection. His front flap was pulled up against his
belly. Mud sucking at the man's feet gave his presence away. The youth's
head quickly turned to him.
The youth relaxed. All traces of fear disappeared and were replaced
by amusement from watching the boy's similar game. It was exciting to
watch. The older boy walked up and stood near the water skin. In the
boy's hand was his long dick, slowly being pulled over. The youth
eagerly turned around to reveal herself.
The brave's smile turned to a frown. He saw that the youth's fingers
were pushing into a smooth slit where the legs joined. This was a young
girl. It made sense to Short Man that she would be fetching drinking
water instead of a brother. It was a disappointment for the young brave.
The girl's hands reached out to the excited boy. Her legs spread. It
was made plain that she wanted to take the boy's need into her. She
eyed the boy's erection with awe.
The brave was amused by the girl's offering but he stepped out of her
reach. A gentle rejection to her desire for a joining. His hand fell
away from his long dick and rested at his side. It didn't thrill him to
continue the act after learning of the youth's gender.
"Are you afraid to mount me?" the girl asked. "I'm too young for your
seed to grow a baby in me," she explained. "You're old enough to burn in
the want of my body. Take me."
The girl's offer was tempting to Short Man. He had never desired to
mount any of the squaws but this youth had a smallish body like a boy.
Her butt was also nicely rounded. He wondered how it would feel in his
hands in their tight embrace.
The brave decided against it. He turned from the girl to show off his
backside. His hand made a loud slap against his bare cheeks.
"I'm also looking for the boys," the man answered her. The girl's
eyes widened in surprise.
To prevent any difficult questions, the man ran off. It amused him
that his thong in back flew away to show off his butthole. He ran past
his sleeping hide in the tall marsh weeds. He decided to fetch it later.
The young brave's feet tore up the muddy path as if running from
Death's Hand. Laughter erupted from him. He wondered if the girl was
amused by the thought of his butthole being in competition to her smooth
slit for the lusty attention of boys.
A strange thought dropped into his head. 'What would it have been
like to stick into the young girl?' the man wondered. If his sperm
hadn't been spilled this morning from his dream, he may have been horny
enough to mount the girl as she asked.
After a long run, a new pond came into sight. Short Man rested at the
foot of it to catch his breath. Sweat chilled his body. A boy's flaps
weren't much in the way of cover against the cool morning. His painted
breechclout in the wigwam would have been warmer. To don it would have
announced his true age and ruin what he hoped to gain this day.
Short Man sat down over some dried weeds to rest. Their coarseness
tickled against his butt. He longed to feel the smooth warmth of a boy's
groin against his rear end. To trick a boy's seed from him was this
day's goal. The man chuckled at his lustful thoughts.
He glanced down at his front flap and smiled. It was being pushed up
like one of the northern tribe's tipis. He recalled all the times in his
youth when his small hand had reached in to pleasure his aching dick. He
lost himself to those memories.
His boyhood name had been Arrow because of the slimness to his body.
To his friends, Arrow had a lusty meaning. They had seen how he was
always getting an erection. And like an arrow, he enjoyed shooting it
off in front of them.
The underside of his front cloth was often stained. It had taken on a
sweet smell. Everyone in the tribe had known its meaning; he had become
an older boy.
When named a brave last summer, Short Man's lusty games with the boys
had ended. It was expected that he would seek relief in a squaw. The
thought of it disgusted him. Even a girl's smallish body was of little
interest to him.
The girl's height was a boy's and although she was smooth groined,
without a penis, her nakedness wasn't appealing to the man. He desired a
boy's fleshy stick in his mouth with its sweet drink or to take its
thrusts up his butt. The shape of the boy's body and his maleness were
paramount to his sexual gratification. He had a strange spirit yet he
accepted it.
What concerned Short Man was that he sought a more meaningful thing.
A boy's devotion and love. His body was able to coax a youth's lusty
response but to win his heart was a more valued thing. The young brave
wondered if he would be successful this day.
A sharp sensation drew the man's attention to his front flap. He
quickly let go of his hard dick. Its lusty handling had brought him
close to it. There was a wetness in his hand; the sticky fluid that
comes from being excited. He wiped it under his front flap. The cloth
seemed small in his hand.
The brave chuckled. As a newly cut flap, it didn't have the proper
boyish scent. His dream this morning had initiated it. The oozing
excitement for his dick further stained it. By day's end, his front flap
would smell as it should.
Many thoughts went around in Short Man's head. It became a battle
within him. He questioned again why he sought out boys instead of taking
part in the Mid-summer's Dance. He risked much for it.
The young brave sighed. What he hoped to gain was an end to loneliness
and his sexual fustration. He wanted to find what his heart sought for:
young love. A boy's worshipping eyes and his fluttering, other-seeing
gaze during his sweet climax. That was a greatly prized thing.
Short Man had seen such things in the eyes of his boyhood friends
during sex play. He wanted to experience it again but as a man to a boy.
Father Sun rose in His sky to the top of it before the troubled young
man stood up again.
It was becoming a warm day. Short Man's stretching body welcomed the
touch of Father Sun upon it. The low fog that had hung over the ponds
earlier had faded away.
The brave returned to his task. He had a good idea of which ponds
would be used by the boys this afternoon. His feet tore up the paths to
check on them. His ears strained for the prey. He passed the smaller
pond where that girl had been discovered. His eyes looked for 'boy signs'.
There were none.
In the tall weeds, Short Man was relieved to find his sleeping hide.
He let it be. He would collect it later that evening when its covering
would be needed when returning to camp. The eager brave went off in
search of boy friends.
It became a long hunt. Father Sun beated down hard on the brave. His
body became sweated. When he ran, his butt felt chilled from its lack of
covering. He noticed its pale color. The full breechclout that he had
worn as a brave had kept his rear end well covered. A boy's meager flaps
didn't hide much.
A smile filled the man's face. He felt confident that his disguise
would work. His body was small like a teenager. With his hair trimmed
back and buckskin flaps for covering, his body would pass as a boy's.
He had only to find them.
Short Man knew that everyone would be looking for ways to cool off
during the hot summer afternoon. Squaws kept to their grass huts. The
men rested in ceremonial lodges while the ponds attracted boys.
The brave slowed his step on his approach to a large pond. His eyes
read small foot prints over the muddy path. Boy sign! A high-pitched
shout filled the air. It was followed by faint giggling. He held his
breath in anticipation.
Short Man anxiously slipped through the weeds and peeked out. Three
boys were swimming in the pond. On the bank were their breechclouts. The
possibilities excited the young man. He studied them to see if any were
known to him.
The eldest boy looked to be in his mid-teens as judged by the length
of his hair. His shoulders were well muscled. There was a maturity seen
in his dark face. Short Man knew that his initiation into manhood would
be forthcoming. Only a few moons remained to him as a carefree boy...
A sad pang went through the brave's heart. He remembered his last
boyhood months as the anxious wait he had to endure before being named a
brave. Afterwards, things had changed. None of the boys would play with
him as before. He had become a man in their eyes. A 'short man' with
less chance of becoming a warrior than the other boys initiated with
him that summer. The passing year had been a lonely one for him.
One of the boys shouted. Something was cast from his hand into the
pond. Short Man watched three butts turn in the water when the youths
submerged. A ripple of circles enlarged over the surface. Silence. The
brave counted to his sixth heart beat when a boy surfaced. The youth
raised his left hand in triumph.
Short Man studied him. He appeared to be in his early teens. The face
was unfamiliar. A long scratch was seen over the boy's right cheek. It
marred what would have been a handsome face.
Another youth broke through the surface. He paddled towards the
scratched-cheek boy and held onto his shoulder. The pond seemed too deep
for that youth to stand up in. A boy of ten?
The scratched-cheek boy took hold of his companion's backside to
steady their embrace. The youth stopped paddling the water. He held
fast to his taller friend to rest.
Short Man grinned. He recalled the slippery warmth of a companion's
body against him when standing in deep water. Chipmunk had enjoyed
clutching his body when resting between the water games. Chipmunk had
always become excited from their naked embrace and he allowed the boy's
rubbing against him.
While he held onto Chipmunk's rear end, the youth rubbed against his
side with his erection. The other boys had noticed their bobbing motion
in the water and hooted. Chipmunk had responded with a sharp cry when he
came out from his dick. It was a fine game that he often played with his
younger friend.
Short Man studied the two boys for a similar embracing.
Scratched-cheek boy held his younger friend close to him. They often
glanced at the middle of the large pond. No revealing motion between
them. The brave wondered if these youths even played sex games.
Scratched-cheek boy proudly showed off what was held in his right
hand. Short Man saw that it was a colored stone. Things became clear to
the brave. He realized that these boys were playing a finding game. One
stone had been found. The absence of the older boy proved that he was
still searching the pond's bottom for the remaining ones.
It became a long wait. Short Man grew anxious for the missing boy.
'Was he gathering the remaining stones or had a water spirit claimed
him?' the man wondered. He counted to ten more heartbeats before being
forced to act.
Short Man stepped from the cat tails. He rushed into the water with a
splash. His sudden appearance alarmed the two boys. Before the man could
explain himself, the third boy shouted from the far bank. He had been
hiding in a stand of weeds at the pond's far edge. A wicked grin was on
his face.
Short Man held up his right hand in a peace gesture. He slowly made
his way over the muddy bottom to stand with the two startled youths. He
spoke softly to calm them.
"I was worried for your friend," the brave explained. "When he didn't
surface, I jumped in to help him."
The younger boy nodded his head. "I'm called Little Moon," he
announced. "What's your name?"
The brave smiled. "I'm No-tail. It seems that we were tricked by your
friend who was hiding in the weeds."
"I wasn't," spoke the scratched-cheek boy. "My brother has played
that trick on me before. He was trying to scare Little Moon into
thinking that he had drowned."
"What is your name?" the brave asked.
"I'm Drum Sound. My brother is named Wind-in-his-legs."
Short Man nodded. He watched Wind-in-his-legs dive into the pond from
his hiding place. When he neared, he revealed two colored stones in his
hand. His dark eyes studied the new boy.
"That was a fine trick you played on us," the brave announced to
Wind-in-his-legs. The boy smiled in response.
"I was playing it on Little Moon," explained the tall boy. "Your
rescue attempts were very amusing to watch."
Short Man frowned. It annoyed him that Wind-in-his-legs was a little
taller than himself. The boy had powerful arms and chest muscles.
Intelligence could be seen in his dark eyes. The brave wondered what
Wind-in-his-legs surmised about him. Did the boy see through his disguise?
An uneasy silence came between them. Wind-in-his-legs studied
No-tail as a rival. They appeared to be the same age. He wondered how
strong No-tail was when compared to himself. 'A wrestling match would
prove it,' he thought.
A youth's high-pitched voice broke their challenge. "I found one
stone," claimed Drum Sound, "and my brother has two of them. There's
still one stone down there..."
There was a flurry of motion at the boy's words. Little Moon sprang
from his companion and dove into the water. He was joined by Drum
Sound. Only the two youths went in search of the missing stone. The
brave stood with Wind-in-his-legs in an uneasy silence.
"Which tribe are you from?" asked Wind-in-his-legs.
Short Man paused a moment to think up a clever lie. "I'm visiting
with the Grass Huts People to meet my father's sister. I don't come from
any of the five tribes."
Wind-in-his-legs thought through what he had heard. He noticed that
No-tail didn't speak the name of the tribe he was from. Yet he felt
obligated to announce his own. "My brother and I are from the Northern
Roamers. Little Moon is from the Plains Hunters."
Short man nodded. A noisy splash in the pond attracted their
attention. Little Moon paddled towards them with something clutched in
his right hand. It made for a difficult swim for the youth. He sputtered
in the water.
Short Man sprang to his rescue. He swam to the little boy and took
him in hand. The bottom was too deep for the man to stand up in so he
fell to his back in the water, cradling Little Moon in his arms as he
kicked towards the bank.
"I found... one!" the youth gasped.
"Keep a hold of it while I bring my own 'prize' to shore," the man
whispered. Little Moon gladly clung to him. The youth took in urgent
breaths. It had taken much out of the little boy to win his colored stone.
Drum Sound surfaced. He swam to his brother and whispered something
to him. The brothers were slow to make their way in joining No-tail and
Little Moon on the bank.
Three naked boys stood at the pond's edge. Short Man looked over
their bodies with hungry eyes. His own body was covered with a soggy
breechclout. That didn't prevent him from enjoying the slippery warmth
of his companion.
Little Moon wiggled to free himself from the man's embrace. He was
carefully dropped to the muddy bank. A red stone was tightly held in the
boy's fingers. He eagerly revealed it to Drum Sound in triumph.
"I had also found a stone," answered Drum Sound. "My brother has the
remaining two."
"He should have!" Little Moon shouted. "He's older than us. And I'll
remember his 'drowning trick' the next time we play finding stones. I'll
be sure to warn everyone about it."
Wind-in-his-legs laughed. "That's alright. I've had enough fun
watching No-tail jumping into the pond to save me!"
Short Man grinned. Not from what Wind-in-his-legs had said but from
the 'trick' he was playing on these three boys. It seemed that he was
accepted as one of them.
A slapping sound drew the brave's attention. He watched Drum Sound
striking his butt with both hands. The act puzzled him until Little Moon
explained it.
"That boy likes to slap over his butt as if he were playing on a drum!"
The brave smiled. He noticed the roundness to Drum Sound's rear end.
A red color was being slapped to it. The boy's game was getting the man
excited. His soggy front flap wouldn't be able to hide it.
Little Moon asked, "why are you named?" to No-tail.
The young brave replied by turning from the three boys and wiggling his
butt. The slim thong over its crack danced. That made Little Moon giggle.
Drum Sound saw No-tail sticking out his butt. A bold plan came to
him. He lept behind their unsuspecting new friend and began playing over
his 'drum'. The young brave allowed it. Everyone laughed at Drum Sound's
loud slaps.
Little Moon came to Drum Sound's side. The youth was coaxed to take
his turn at playing on No-tail's 'drum.' He felt excited to hear the
sharp strikes his hand made over the No-tail's warm butt.
Wind-in-his-legs also wanted a turn. He came to stand between the two
youths and he began slapping No-tail's rear end. Harder strikes. A red
color came to the pale flesh. It amazed Wind-in-his-legs that the new
boy allowed it.
The young brave grew more excited. He felt the hands from three boys
slapping over his butt. Wind-in-his-legs was making harder strikes that
hurt him. The man knew that his endurance for pain was being tested here.
Short Man stood up proudly with folded arms over his chest. This
rite of pain wasn't unlike the harsh tests his elders had given him
during his rite of passage. He stuck his butt out. His new friends
became frantic to make him run away in defeat.
During the wild melee of butt slapping, No-tail's thong belt snapped.
The man's buckskin cloths fell at his feet. He turned to reveal his hard
dick to the boys and he even pulled over it to taunt them. A knowing
grin filled Wind-in-his-legs' face. He wondered if this new boy would
allow his body to be used for sexual pleasure like his younger brother.
The three boys moved to stay behind No-tail. They continued making
loud drum sounds over the angry-colored butt. Little Moon was amazed at
how No-tail endured it. He glanced down at himself. A finger-sized
erection stood up against his belly.
Little Moon wasn't embarrassed. He saw that the other boys were also
erected. Wind-in-his-legs had the largest dick. Drum Sound was handling
his own length as was No-tail. The little boy waited to see what
exciting things would unfold.
Drum Sound enjoyed the thrills his long dick gave him. He stood away
to pull over it. Wind-in-his-legs continued to slap over No-tail's butt.
Little Moon helped. Drum Sound noticed that he wasn't the only boy with
an erection.
No-tail pulled over himself while enduring the butt slaps. Little
Moon had a hard pole but he wasn't handling himself. Drum Sound wondered
why. Wind-in-his-legs had his long dick sticking towards No-tail. There
was a sexual energy in his brother's eyes that he had seen many times
before. He realized that his brother wanted to stick into No-tail. The
idea of it bothered him.
Drum Sound acted. He stepped in front of his older brother and
slapped his butt for attention. Wind-in-his-legs found himself blocked
from striking No-tail. His hard dick pressed against his brother's rear
end. He knew what Drum Sound wanted.
Wind-in-his-legs held his brother's shoulders. Their naked bodies
touched. He felt the warmth of Drum Sound's butt against his hard dick.
The soft cheeks even humped against his need, coaxing an entry. They had
never joined where others could witness it. Wind-in-his-legs wanted to
be sure of his brother's offer before sticking into his butt.
Little Moon was unaware of what was happening between the two
brothers. He was able to reach No-tail's butt which he soundly struck.
Wind-in-his-legs was also within reach. The youth slapped over that
boy's rear end with a playful grin.
Wind-in-his-legs didn't notice the strikes to his backside. He was
deep in lust's spell. After Drum Sound nodded for him to do it,
Wind-in-his-legs pulled his brother's butt onto his hard dick. His
oozing tip pushed forward to find the boy's hole.
Short Man turned around at the lack of attention to his butt. He saw
Drum Sound facing him with a strange expression. Wind-in-his-legs stood
close behind with strong hands on his brother's hips. Some pain entered
Drum Sound's eyes.
Little Moon's eyes were very rounded. He had witnessed
Wind-in-his-legs sticking through Drum Sound's butt and connect. No-tail
had also seen it. He felt disappointed that his butt wasn't the one
taken. The brothers' joining was interesting to watch though.
A swaying motion began. Wind-in-his-legs held his younger brother's
body close to him in a kind of dance. Little Moon couldn't believe that
the two boys were performing the love rite a warrior gives to his squaw.
He stood at their side and watched it. The youth felt very intense from
his hard pole.
The young brave came to Little Moon's side. He eyed the little boy's
erection with interest. It was too short for a proper fit into his
butthole, he decided. The man fell to his knees and took the needing
youth into his mouth.
Little Moon didn't realize at first what had happened. He felt
something around his hard pole. When he looked down at it, he saw
No-tail's head there. Its bobbing motion brought a startling realization
to the young boy.
The man felt his young prey squirming. He reached around Little
Moon's body to take hold of his soft butt. The youth became trapped in
his strong hands. He sucked over the boy's fleshy stick with a gentle
motion. It had been a long time since he had taken a boy's need into his
thirsty mouth.
Little Moon ended his struggles. He closed his eyes and endured the
tickly sensations from his dick. It wasn't unlike a boy's hand pulling
over it. More intense though. The youth felt his thrills building up. He
held breaths.
Short Man guided the young boy's thrusts in his mouth with firm
hands. He pulled over Little Moon's soft butt to get the youth to stab.
A relaxing of his hands got the boy to pull away. It pleased the man to
teach his young friend the proper male motion. He knew that when the
boy's dick matured in size, butt fucking would follow.
The brothers already knew about such things. Drum Sound's body was
firmly held to his older brother with hungry hands. He felt the sliding
motion from his brother's hard dick. It was a powerful sensation to the
boy. He was glad that it was his butt that had taken his brother's need.
Drum Sound looked around for No-tail. He found the boy kneeling in
front of Little Moon and sucking on his dick. That made him giggle.
Little Moon had his eyes closed and his belly trembled from holding
breaths. Drum Sound wondered if his young friend could shoot.
Short Man was going to find out. He increased the pace of Little
Moon's forced stabs. His mouth tightened around the small invader. To
increase the thrills, the man tickled his tongue against the youth's
knob. A sharp cry from the boy rewarded his clever trick.
A warm liquid filled Short Man's mouth. The sweetness of it proved
that Little Moon had only the release of a young boy. Not truly sperm.
Yet it surprised the brave that something had come out. He had misjudged
Little Moon's age by a few years.
Little Moon pushed on No-tail's head to free his dick. He glared at
the boy who had sucked on his penis with much surprise. More astounding
to him was what the brothers were performing. They were deep in an adult,
sexual act together. It amazed him that Drum Sound allowed his butt to
be stuck into. He had seen that Wind-in-his-legs bore a big dick!
Short Man stood up. He fondly held onto Little Moon's shoulder while
they watched the rutting boys. It was interesting to see another boy
having his butt fucked. Amongst his boyhood friends, his was the only
butt that took stabs.
Little Moon glanced down at his belly. His pole remained hard against
it. Usually after coming out, his dick would become soft. He believed
that being a part of the thrilling games older boys played was the
reason for it. A surprising thought came to him. He had squirted into
No-tail's mouth... 'Did that boy like swallowing it,' he wondered?
Short Man hadn't swallowed it. He enjoyed swirling the boy's release
in his mouth. There was no thickness to it. Little Moon's seed was like
sipping nectar from a Cloud Blossom flower. And just as sweet.
The man's aching dick drew his attention. He reached down for it. The
few pulls over his hardness proved to be very thrilling. He watched Drum
Sound satisfying his brother's lust. Short Man had his own which he
eagerly sought to release in hand. Little Moon watched it with interest.
The youth knew that an older boy could get his dick to squirt out a
lot. The release wasn't watery like his squirts but thick and white. He
wanted No-tail to do it at his feet.
Short Man felt some pain from his urgent handling. A clever thought
came to him. He brought his left hand to his mouth and spit some of
Little Moon's release to it. The treasured seed was carefully brought
down to his long dick and annointed with it. He resumed his quick pulls
over a nice slippery dick. The sweetness of the boy's seed in his mouth
enhanced his thrills.
A low moan came from Wind-in-his-legs. He stabbed through his brother's
butt a few more times before his body slowed. Little Moon gasped. He
realized that Wind-in-his-legs had put his seed into Drum Sound's butt.
'Would a baby come from it,' he wondered?
The two boys separated their sweaty bodies. Drum Sound turned around
to reveal a long white streak against his belly. Wind-in-his-legs had a
butt stain over his swollen dick. Their faces revealed sexual relief and
a little embarrassment. Especially from the older brother.
Little Moon stepped up to Drum Sound. He pointed at the boy's wet
streak and whispered something to him. Drum Sound replied by making a
motion with his hand and grinning. More whispering followed. No-tail's
name was mentioned.
Two bright faces turned to No-tail. The man smiled back and swallowed
what he had been hoarding in his mouth. It was a sweet drink. Splashes
came from the pond. The two youths had jumped in and they were cleaning
their sex-stained bodies. Wind-in-his-legs came to No-tail's side.
They watched the two boys playing in the pond in silence.
Wind-in-his-legs noticed that No-tail had a hard dick. The length of it
was shorter than his though it had a thicker skin around its shaft. He
didn't think that the boy had come out yet.
Wind-in-his-legs was next drawn to No-tail's rear end. He was
attracted to its manly shape and the angry color that had been slapped
to the rounded cheeks. His brother had satisfied his lust but the
thought of sticking into a boy of his age fed his ego. His dick
hardened from the thought of conquering it.
The young brave noticed where his companion's eyes fell on him. He
crossed his arms over his chest and stretched out his naked body. In front
his long dick spoke of his excited male display. Wind-in-his-legs was
staring at the rear of him. That was where his cross-sexed identity lay.
"You endured the pain well," spoke Wind-in-his-legs. He reached for
No-tail's butt and rubbed over it with a grin.
Short Man welcomed the boy's attention. He flexed his ass in a
suggestive manner. It felt sun burned under the boy's roaming hand. The
cool pond would bring him relief from the pain but he wanted to see what
Wind-in-his-legs wanted with him first.
"My brother is often slapping over his butt," explained
Wind-in-his-legs. "I'm excited to see its angry color and he lets me
stick into him often."
Short Man turned from the boy's piercing stare and glanced down at
his sore butt. He felt a finger pushing into his hole. With spread legs,
the man accepted the boy's exploration. He saw Wind-in-his-legs' dick
standing tall against his belly.
"Your butt has been conquered before," commented Wind-in-his-legs. He
stepped closer to No-tail. The warmth of their nude bodies sent a sexual
thrill between them.
The brave turned to Wind-in-his-legs. He saw the boy's dick,
butt-stained and hard in its desire to do more fucking. A smile came to
the man's face. He turned from Wind-in-his-legs and slapped over his
butt. The warmth of a body against him was a welcomed response.
A tickling sensation went through Short Man's cheeks. He felt
Wind-in-his-legs pushing his hard dick into him. When the tip of the
boy's dick pressed against his hole, the man relaxed his ringed muscles.
He glady took the boy invader deep inside.
Strong hands came to Short Man's hips. They pulled on his body
whenever the boy stabbed. He gasped from the powerful sensation.
Wind-in-his-legs had a mighty dick that struck like an angry snake into
the man's innards.
The two boys in the pond took notice. Little Moon giggled. He
pointed at Wind-in-his-legs fucking No-tail. Drum Sound wasn't amused.
His butt was still sore from taking his brother's dick into it. He
wondered why his brother wanted to come out again.
Wind-in-his-legs wasn't in 'need.' He used his long dick to prove his
manliness to the new boy. Hoots from the other boys to his lusty act
made him proud. He would conquer No-tail's ass like he had his
brother's.
It became a lengthy mating. Wind-in-his-legs stabbed into No-tail
like a mad man. He wanted to prove his virility. His dick remained long
but the neat feelings couldn't build up.
Drum Sound came onto the bank. He brought Little Moon with him to
stand at the rutting boys' side. The frown on his face turned to worry.
He wondered why his brother was taking so long at it.
Short Man was enjoying the 'ride.' He grinned at the two youths
watching him getting fucked. Sweat from Wind-in-his-legs rained onto
his back with each of the boy's violent stabs. Some pain was coming from
his asshole. He endured so that it would fill with the boy's seed.
Drum Sound crossed arms over his chest. Not only was he angry with
his brother for fucking another boy but a little disappointed that
Wind-in-his-legs couldn't perform. Little Moon began to hoot. Drum Sound
faced his brother and mocked him with low booing hoots of his own.
Wind-in-his-legs knew that he wouldn't be able to finish it. With the
two boys watching him, his hope for glory would turn to defeat. He
slowed his wild body to rest. A plan formed in his head.
Short Man was surprised. Without losing their male connection, he
turned his head at Wind-in-his-legs to see what was wrong. An angry face
stared back at him. It worried the young brave.
Wind-in-his-legs turned to his brother. He saw the worried expression.
"His butt is no good," explained Wind-in-his-legs. "I won't give
No-tail the 'honor' of receiving my seed!" He pushed hard on No-tail's
back to separate their heated bodies. The act took Short Man by
surprise. He fell to the ground on his face.
Great anger swelled in Short Man. Not only didn't he win any seed in
his sore butt from the lengthy fuck but the boy was making like it was
his fault. The brave rose from the dirt to face Wind-in-his-legs. He would
announce to the younger boys the truth of his companion's impotence.
Before Short Man could open his mouth, Wind-in-his-legs attacked. He
tried pushing the young brave to the ground. The man turned with the
boy's forward motion and threw him to the dirt. It was the boy's turn to
feel the anger from defeat. He quickly rose to his feet and launched
himself at No-tail again.
Little Moon was frightened by the boys' display. He knew that it
wasn't going to be a friendly match of strength. Drum Sound's face
revealed his own concern. Yet he had confidence in his older brother.
The boys' hands locked. Wind-in-his-legs was strong but he didn't
have the wrestling experience of a brave. Short Man's eyes smiled at
the boy. Their legs sought out to trip the other. An evil knee butt to
the man's balls was blocked; Short Man allowed his full strength to come
into play. He brought down the boy to his knees in a humiliating defeat.
Wind-in-his-legs cried out in pain. His arm had been painfully
twisted from No-tail's greater strength. Short Man kept the boy heeled.
He waited for the boy to admit his defeat.
Angry eyes of the boy glared at Short Man instead. It brought a pang
to the brave's heart. He may have won the match but more was lost here
for him than what he had gained.
Drum Sound came to his brother's rescue with a loud war cry. He
pushed on No-tail chest, separating the two boys. Little Moon watched
the ensuing melee with growing fright.
Wind-in-his-legs fought the young brave as if they were in deadly
battle. His hands struck out to deliver painful body blows. Drum Sound
stood nearby to watch. He knew that it would shame his brother if he
were to aid him further. The battle was exciting but also of deadly
earnest. He hoped that No-tail would lose.
"They must stop it!" shouted Little Moon. He saw that his pleas on
Drum Sound fell on deaf ears. The little boy was helpless to stop them.
The two boys fought like mad dogs over the ground. Blood flowed from
No-tail's nose. Wind-in-his-legs had bloody cuts over his back from
brushing against a bush. Dust was brought up by their struggles.
Drum Sound was taken from the fight by movement through the tall pond
weeds. He watched a two-feathered warrior rush past him and pull the two
boys apart. The act surprised him. Little Moon was relieved.
"Stop this!" the warrior shouted. He kicked Wind-in-his-legs in the
butt to end that boy's defiance. Short Man slowly stood up. He brushed
the dirt from his body while checking himself for wounds. The warrior
kept a hold of his opponent.
"Let go of me!" shouted Wind-in-his-legs.
The warrior glared at the boy a long moment before releasing him. He
turned to No-tail and spoke.
"I am Two Eagles," the warrior announced. "My eyes had seen your
wrestling match and you (pointing to No-tail) were the clear winner of it."
To Wind-in-his-legs: "Nothing is accomplished by deny it."
Drum Sound stood with his brother to support him. Wind-in-his-legs
lowered his eyes at the man's words. From the accent, he knew that Two
Eagles was a warrior of the Plains Hunters Tribe. Not of his band but
someone to give respect. He did as he was bidden.
"You won our wrestle," whispered Wind-in-his-legs. With a sweeping
arm motion, he gestured for No-tail to leave.
Short Man stood up tall to receive the honor. Yet in his heart, he
knew that it was he who had lost. Little Moon stood shaking at the
warrior's side. Drum Sound looked sad for his brother. A great shame had
come to Wind-in-his-legs. The hope for friendships here was lost.
"Come with me," commanded Two Eagles to Short Man.
The brave eyed Two Eagles with concern. He wondered what the man wanted
with him. He didn't recognize the Plains Hunters warrior. 'Perhaps it
was my face that he recognized,' thought Short Man with fear.
The two men left the three boys behind. Short Man turned a moment to
look for Little Moon. He would always have a fond memory of having taken
that youth's sweet seed in his mouth.
Two Eagles stopped past the tall cat tails. He turned to Short Man
with a frown. Blood flowed from the brave's nose. He wiped it away with
his fingers before speaking.
"Why did the 'fierce one' attack you?" the warrior asked.
Short Man only shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know how much the
warrior had seen so caution was urged here.
"I was surprised to see that you allowed the boy his lusty use of
your butt..."
Short Man glared at the warrior. He felt some embarrassment but kept
his eyes straight and fixed into the man's. A grin came to the warrior's
face. He held Short Man's shoulder.
"Answer my question," asked Two Eagles.
Short Man swallowed nervously in his throat. He was glad for the
warrior's earlier assistance but he wondered why an explanation for it
had to be given. It wasn't like the man was his angry father.
"There is much pride in your eyes," said Two Eagles. "A man's
disposition. You wear the breechclout of a boy and your body is small...
Yet... Have you been named a brave?"
Short Man's eyes flared. His secret has been discovered! With shame
coming into him, the brave lowered his eyes in defeat. The warrior held
both of his shoulders in assurance.
"When I was a boy," explained Two Feathers, "I enjoyed the sexual
role games that were played out with my friends. The coming into
manhood ends this happy time. If you have been named a man, don't turn
to boys with your sexual needs. There are men who would gladly embrace
them."
Short Man lifted his eyes in surprise. "Are you such a man?" he asked.
Two Eagles grinned. He reached low over the brave's slim body and
took in his front and rear sex into his strong hands. It pleased him
that the 'boy' didn't pull out of his lusty grip.
"I would welcome a young brave 'who looks like a boy' to my lodge.
I'm a proud warrior that has much to teach such a one. I have no squaw
there waiting for me. I'm in need of a willing male companion."
Short Man faced the lonely warrior with much awe. A powerful thing
was felt in his heart from what the man's words spoke to him. It was an
answer to his own loneliness.
"I will be your companion," answered Short Man.
The two men embraced. It was a fierce joining of flesh to express
what their hearts felt. A good beginning. Short Man grinned when he felt
the warrior's hand over his backside. A nice bulge pressed against the
front of his soggy breechclout.
"My body hasn't felt the pleasure of another male for more moons
than I can remember to count," whispered Two Feathers. "Come back with
me to my lodge. I want to have a lengthy love making with you where no
eyes can look upon it!"
Short Man nodded. Their tight hug ended when Two Eagles turned to the
path that led back to his tribe. He held his right hand out for the
brave. Short Man eagerly clasped it. They walked hand in hand to the new
life that awaited them.
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