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POTTERY-SHARDS-8 "In The Squawman's Footsteps"
{Part #8 of 9} Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
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"In The Squawman's Footsteps"
An Indian youth of eleven peeked excitedly through the trees. His
eyes widened from what he saw. Two people were joining their bodies. He
had been drawn here by their low moans. A chance encounter since no one
ventured into these parts of the woods. The tribe knew it to be a
difficult place to hunt. The trees were sparse and choked with fallen
timber, brambles and sharp rocky outcrests. It was proving a good haunt
to find sex though.
True to his name, an excited giggle escaped the boy's mouth.
Giggling Squirrel was amazed to witness the rare display of two people
copulating out in the open. Love making was done in the tipi to keep it
private. A certain widowed squaw of the tribe was often visited by lusting
braves and even by curious boys. Through a hole in one of the tipi walls,
the youth had watched their embracing pleasure. Giggling Squirrel knew
that if he desired, he too could have entered to give her sperm. Yet he
didn't like girls.
Giggling Squirrel wanted a better view so he crawled closer to the pair.
It was a daring thing that he tried. He hoped that they were too involved
to notice his stealthy approach. Ahead, a fallen pine drew him. Its length
could provide the cover he needed to watch them in secret.
Giggling Squirrel reached the low hiding place. He laid along the
tree's rotting length to watch the rutting couple only a stone's throw
away. What he saw became frightening.
It looked like forced sex. The woman was crouched, holding onto a tree
for support while behind him a slim warrior roughly handled her ass. The
crouched one cried out in pain when she was bit there many times. Red
marks covered both cheeks. The warrior soon ended that mean game by
pushing his nose into the cheeks within his hands. The woman sighed.
What did the warrior seek in there, the boy wondered? It seemed to
be a kissing game. The warrior mouthed between the squaw's butt-cheeks.
What a smelly place, Giggling Squirrel thought! That strange game ended
after a short while. The warrior pulled his face from the crouched one's
ass to stick in his very long dick. The squaw groaned when her opening
was pierced. A savage thrust joined their bodies together. It alarmed
the youth to be witnessing her rape.
The youth studied the slim warrior. He was tall and handsome looking.
His body was dark from the sun except for his butt. The flexing cheeks
were pale. Four proud eagle's feathers were tied in the man's flowing
black hair. A painted breechclout was dropped at his moccasined feet.
The boy knew him. He was called Horse Strength, a popular warrior of
the tribe. A giggle escaped Giggling Squirrel's mouth when he thought
about the man's naming. It had been given to him by the other warriors.
Seeing him naked, the name was a proper one describing his stallion
lengthed manhood.
Giggling Squirrel was marveled by the warrior's performance.
Horse Strength stabbed his long dick all the way through the crouched
one's opening. It excited the boy to witness their bodies connect and
mated. Fully sheathed, the warrior began a fierce bucking motion. His
flexing ass was streaked with sweat from the effort of it. The boy knew
that he was deep into sex's powerful spell.
Something puzzled Giggling Squirrel. Horse Strength was a proud and
powerful warrior so why his desire to rape a squaw? There were many
women who would want him for a husband. Perhaps this squaw already had a
husband and they were meeting here in secret.
The boy studied the crouched woman. He didn't recognize her...
Something was wrong about her appearance. She had no dress. A deerskin
cloth such as a boy would wear was worn in front of her body. It was
bent over a waist thong. There was no cloth worn in back.
A man wore a long cloth covering the front of him that bent over his
belt thong to pass under him to end in back against his butt. The
crouched one wasn't a woman. Nor did he wear the breechclout of a man.
A answer came to the boy. He had heard about a cross-dresser named
Moaning One who was visiting from another tribe. Giggling Squirrel was
no longer puzzled by what he saw. A great thrill replaced his earlier
uneasiness of what seemed like rape. Moaning One wore the front flap of
a boy while leaving his butt uncovered. The rumors explained that he
hoped to attract the lusty attention of certain warriors and braves of
the tribe.
Horse Strength was such a man, the youth reasoned. It explained why he
never brought a squaw to stay in his tipi. His loins fulfilled only in
the ass of another man. Moaning One accepted that need. There was no honor
to lose since he had never taken to a warrior's path. He was a squawman.
Moaning One liked to get dicked in the butt. He dressed like a squaw
and performed a woman's duties. That gained him acceptance by the tribe
to take a man for a lover. Horse Strength used the squawman's asshole to
satisfy his lust but he would never allow his own butt to be taken.
No man willingly allowed it. On the battlefield, the worst humiliation
was to be raped after falling to the better warrior. He took your
weapons, horse and your scalp while leaving his sperm in your butthole
whether you lived or died. There were numerous stories of how lust drove
men to act for perverse relief. The warpath offered many opportunities.
In the tribe, a warrior attended his wife for sex. The lesser brave
sought out honorable coups and horses to gain his relief in a purchased
squaw. Moaning One's butt satisfied those braves who were too poor to
gain them wives. So what about Horse Strength? As a powerful warrior he
had horses enough to buy him several squaws.
Part of the boy's answer came from his own excitement. He glanced down
at his front flap to see it pushed up like a tipi. Already, his hand
was inside, coaxing his erection even further. He tickled his smooth
balls to deepen the neat sensations. His skin-sac tightened from it.
Sexual feelings swelled in Giggling Squirrel's loins. It excited him
to watch the warrior dick into another man's ass. Not rape, but the
pleasure taken from a willing cross-dresser. He realized that a man
could desire those of his sex. Even a boy could.
Giggling Squirrel pulled on his dick with building pleasure. Never
had he felt such need to get it to squirt. He watched the warrior's
wild body ride over Moaning One's ass. Their sex was tightly connected.
Horse Strength would soon spend himself in that man's butt and the boy
wanted to see it.
A curiosity filled Giggling Squirrel. He wondered how it felt to
take a man's thrusts. While hurriedly beating off in his right hand,
the youth explored the possibilities with his other hand. His fingers
traced down his crack. It felt ticklish yet strangely thrilling when
his finger touched upon his hole. He rubbed over its moistness. The
wonderful sensations made his dick stiffen even more and ache for a
speedy release.
The boy daringly rose from his hiding. He watched the mens' fierce
copulation and joined into their fast pace. When Horse Strength stabbed
into the squawman's ass, the youth pressed a finger onto his butthole.
A quick surge went through his dick, enhancing his masturbation. He
wished that it was his butt the warrior was fucking into.
With closed eyes, the youth imagined how it would be. He wiggled a
finger up his hole and pushed in while his head made up a lusty
daydream: The warrior's long dick stabbing through his butt. Pain! The
boy's hand jerked away from his rear flap.
Giggling Squirrel was disappointed. It had hurt to get a little
finger stuck up his butthole. How could a man's dick get inside him? A
thought came to the youth and offered him hope. It was something he had
once heard in a whispered story from an older boy. This friend had
spoken about a young man of the tribe who liked 'eating up' boys. It
was said that the brave would hungrily mouth a youth's erection until
it rewarded him with a sweet drink.
What excited Giggling Squirrel most from the whispered story was
that the brave would turn the youth around and 'give back' something in
return. He thought that had meant the brave released his dick against
the boy's butt. Now, he knew differently.
Something else became clear to the boy. Horse Strength's mouthing
game with the squawman had aided their dick-in-butthole fucking. He
could do a similar thing for himself.
The youth brought his fingers to his mouth and spit on them. Eagerly,
he reached into his bottom and pushed on his reluctant hole. One finger
went in. He moved his feet apart and crouched like Moaning One. His
little ass humped over the second finger going through his hole.
A great thrill swept through Giggling Squirrel from his accomplishment.
He continued the fingering while watching the warrior's thrusts. The boy
knew that his butt could also take a man into it.
Giggling Squirrel jumped over the rotting pine to stand close behind
the two men. His lust was making him bold. He hoped that Horse Strength
was too near his ending to notice a mere boy. The warrior was wildly
stabbing through Moaning One's asshole with quick, deeper thrusts.
Low moans from the squawman almost made the youth giggle. The
cross-dressed man was well named, he realized. Horse Strength also
moaned. Dicking through Moaning One's hole was like mounting a squaw.
Just as pleasurable? The boy wondered how it felt to be fucking a man.
Was it similar to beating off?
No. That was a boy's game he often played alone. A man fulfilled
himself by putting his sperm into another; usually a squaw. Horse
Strength was using this cross-dressed man for sexual relief. Would a
baby come as a result of it, the boy wondered? No. Moaning One's hole
was for pleasure.
The boy's fingering inside his butthole was giving him pleasure. He
decided that taking a man's dick in him would be more exciting than for
him to stick into a willing man's asshole. Besides, what man, even a
cross-dresser would allow a mere boy to fuck him? If a boy could attract
a powerful warrior into his small body; venting the man's sexual need in
exchange for love, that would be the most thrilling act he could attempt!
Giggling Squirrel shrugged his shoulders. He put away his wild
daydream to finish his boyish rite. Later, he could dare to try adult
things. For now he watched wide-eyed as the rutting men, their naked
bodies sweated and wildly strained with sex approached completion.
Their ending was exciting for Giggling Squirrel. He heard Horse
Strength's voiceless grunt; a man's signal at his urgent release. It
made the boy's dick become intense. Having followed along with their
fucking by fingering up his tight hole the boy's little loins exploded.
The youth squirted into his hand. Tremendous pleasure filled his sore
dick. Rushed breaths filled his lungs. Moaning One became still while
the warrior slowed his ass-bucking fucking pace. Giggling Squirrel still
flew on the soaring wings of his climax. He cried out with the last
clear squirt from his erection.
The startled men turned their heads around. They saw the boy's spent
pole in his hand and the fingering up his little butthole. Moaning One
laughed. The youth lowered his gaze from Horse Strength since he couldn't
meet those piercing black eyes. Some boldness was left in him though.
The boy looked over the warrior's butt-stained dick. It was still
long and dripping with manly excitement; skinny like a young boy's
pole. Could it fit inside his little hole for a fuck, he wondered? He
wanted to find out.
Giggling Squirrel pulled the rear flap from his belt and watched it
fall at his feet. An intense thrill filled him from that simple act.
Next, he spread his legs and arched his back as the squawman had done.
His little butt stuck out invitingly to the warrior.
Horse Strength smiled. He pulled from the squawman's ass and slapped
it before heading for the boy. His breechclout was left behind for
there was no need to don it yet.
The warrior chuckled when the youth sneaked a side-glance at his
approach. The little butt quivered in anticipation. Horse Strength
reached down for it and patted the boy's softness there. One hand
traced down the cheeks' crack to that hidden within: the moist little
button trembling under the man's exploring fingertips. It seemed small
to take into it even a youth's erection. He would test Giggling
Squirrel's readiness.
Sharp tremors filled the boy. He felt Horse Strength's hands on his
butt and prepared to have it taken for the first time. He hoped there
wouldn't be much pain. A gasp left his mouth when the warrior rubbed
his dripping dick across his small hole. Giggling Squirrel wanted more
than anything to have this handsome warrior fill his asshole and put a
man's thick cum into it. Love would follow.
Moaning One came to the boy's side. He spied the clear wetting in
Giggling Squirrel's hand and saw that he still kept his boyish
excitement. His erection pushed out the front deerskin flap. Moaning One
curiously pulled the cloth away. He saw the youth's angry colored pole
standing up against his smooth groin. The squawman knelt before the
boy and sniffed over his wet body.
From behind, Horse Strength enjoyed the boy's rear end. His hands felt
over the tiny rounded softness. The butt was small and attractive.
Within the small cheeks, the man's dick teased against the trembling
hole. His sexual dripping there would aid in their man-to-boy connection.
The smell of young boy excited Moaning One very much. He examined the
youth's sex. Giggling Squirrel was smooth-groined yet knowing of how to
release his dick. Only a clear wetting had come from his small balls.
Carefully, he took the youth's cupped hand to his mouth. The squawman
licked up the clear seed. It was sweet, unlike a man's thick white cum.
Moaning-one hungrily sought the boy's erection for more.
Giggling Squirrel gasped. He felt a strange sensation around his
pole so he opened his eyes. The squawman was kneeling before him,
sucking on his dick! It was a very tickly sensation. From behind, he
felt a seeking stab in his butt from the warrior. It hurt like his
first fingering through his tight hole.
Moaning One steadied the trembling youth with hands around his small
hips. The squawman's fingers gently pulled the small cheeks apart.
Horse Strength stuck himself further through the tightening, rebellious
hole. The boy seemed like he was going to faint from the pain.
This alarmed Moaning One. Wasn't the youth experienced at getting
fucked, he wondered? Giggling Squirrel had been bold to turn from the
warrior with an uncovered ass. Surely he's been satisfying boys or even
the men of his tribe. Horse Strength's dick was skinny like a boy's
though very, very long. Perhaps this youth's asshole couldn't take into
it that warrior's great length.
Moaning-one felt the man's strong hands above his. Horse Strength
held the boy's hips while the squawman's were lower around Giggling
Squirrel's trembling butt. The youth was trapped between the two men.
He was being sucked on in front and fucked from behind. All of his sex
was being taken by them.
Giggling Squirrel cried out. The warrior's dick pushed harder against
his butt's inner resistance. Their unmatched size was trying hard to
connect. Horse Strength would force the boy to accept his manly advances.
Moaning One felt the boy's pole grow limp in his mouth. That was a
bad sign. Unlike this inexperienced youth, his dick stayed erect
whenever a man fucked his butt. The surging, filling sensation of deep
thrusts up his ass could even get him to climax without a hand's
assistance. It felt good to get dicked by a lusting man.
The youth seemed unknowing of that pleasure. Moaning One frowned at
the boy's rape. He knew that the warrior wouldn't be kept from the
little one's offering.
Horse Strength wasn't without some concern for the boy. He voiced low
shooing words to comfort the frightened youth. Hands loosened around
the boy's waist. His manly advance was kept in check for the moment.
Yet their unmatched loins were still tightly connected: a man's
need, swollen and forced into the wanting boy for lusty release and
pleasure. The youth's little butthole had taken in all that it could.
Giggling Squirrel trembled. He was excited to have attracted the
warrior's sex and would try bearing the pain. Strong arms held his
small body. The man's musky sweat filled the air. Such desire was in
the warrior to conquer him. The boy feared that he may not be able to
satisfy him.
Moaning One knew that the warrior wouldn't remain patient. He would
surely fuck the boy as he himself was raped by him when a youth. That
event had turned Moaning One from the path of a warrior to become a
cross-dresser. He grew to enjoy taking a man's cock up his ass. The
sperm left inside him was proof to their brief joining.
He enjoyed the needing braves and warriors seeking him for sexual
relief. In turn, his cum-filled butt was offered to young boys in a
secret rite known as his 'Growing Ritual'. The youths partook of it to
speed their maturity... to awaken their sexuality. Giggling Squirrel and
his widowed mother were not of his tribe. He never initiated the boy
with that rite.
Yet Giggling Squirrel knew to remove his rear flap and to stick out his
butt to the warrior as any willing squawman. When the boy's offering
was taken with the warrior's long dick in him, the youth resisted. That
conflicting behavior troubled Moaning One. Perhaps Giggling Squirrel
had only desire; not the experience of what this warrior wanted to
perform in his young body.
The boy cried out when Horse Strength began his thrusts. It pained
Moaning One to hear it. Yet he held the youth's struggling body in his
arms and comforted him until the warrior was finished.
Horse Strength siezed the boy with his strong hands gripped around
the small hips. He mouthed the youth's neck and marked him like the
stallion who bites the mare he savagely mounts. The squawman felt sad
for Giggling Squirrel but knew the value of its hard teachings for the
boy. Capturing that man's seed in his butt would also be good medicine.
Moaning One looked up at the boy's face. He saw the eyes tightly
shut and mouth opened to take in pained breaths. A cute pink tongue was
stuck out. Giggling Squirrel was enduring it. The squawman tasked
himself at awakening the boy's pole. He knew that pain could be turned
to greater pleasure.
The boy's penile tip was hidden within its shrunken skin. Moaning One's
tongue darted inside to awaken it. A sweet taste filled his mouth. He
sucked the small pole while his tongue tickled the boy's sensitive
glands within. A squawman's mouth was most experienced at such tasks.
Giggling Squirrel responded. He erected quickly to Moaning One's
coaxing. The boy's face became less tense. His urgent breaths came not
from pain but from the pleasure building in him from the two men
awakening his body. It excited the youth to have his dick sucked on by
the squawman.
The warrior's fuck in his ass became a strange pleasure. Giggling
Squirrel was thrilled to fulfill the man's urgent need of penetrating his
asshole with a long dick needing to squirt out again. And when Horse
Strength spermed, that would be like accepting a gift in exchange for
enduring the man's brutal rape. It was giving the boy a sense of
accomplishment.
Moaning One eagerly reached for the warrior's ass. He felt over the
man's flexing cheeks knowing how his long dick thrusted through the
boy's virgin butthole. Giggling-one pushed his hard pole through his
mouth with each of the warrior's deeper stabs inside his butt. Their
bodies strained as one for having joined their sex. Both males would
soon be spent.
That pleased Moaning One. As a squawman, he tasked himself to
fulfill the men and boys of his tribe for their needs for sex. Youths
were given rites to teach them how to use their growing bodies. The men
vented their lust in his body from an adult need. He enjoyed their
brutal fucks. Boys turned into men. He stood in the middle of that male
circle of maturity.
This was the first time that Moaning One witnessed a boy getting
fucked. A willing youth at that. In his youth, he had endured this
man's rape. Now the warrior was initiating a new boy. Would Giggling
Squirrel become a squawman because of it?
These thoughts were taken from him by Giggling Squirrel's urgent
intake of air. The boy held a breath. His stomach trembled. All too
well did the squawman know the reason for that. Horse Strength moaned.
He was close to his own ending as well.
The boy was first to squirt out his seed. Moaning One felt the warm
splash against his tongue followed by Giggling Squirrel's high-pitched
cry. He eagerly swallowed the boyishly sweet male drink.
Horse Strength heard the boy's ending. It drove him to attack the
youth's ass with the full length of his manly spear. Long, deeper
thrusts. He pulled from Giggling-one's tight hole. A savage thrust
inside... His long shaft fully pierced the tender boy-flesh. Deeply. A
cry of pain from the youth attested to the warrior's virility.
Horse Strength stabbed quickly. The boy's tight hole seemed to suck
on his length like Moaning One's hot mouth. More fully though, without
gagging, and slimy as only an asshole can be. The sensation of taking
the boy became too much for the man to endure.
The warrior's held breath rushed out as a low grunt. He cummed strongly
up the boy's asshole. The rush of intense pleasure seemingly never
ending. The completion of self carried him to the clouds as an eagle.
Giggling-one sensed the warrior's ending. The warrior's long dick
stuck all the way up his butt; surging! Some pain... He couldn't feel
the man's thick cumming, sadly, but knew of it from Horse Strength's
hoarse moans of pleasure. It was very exciting and intense for the boy.
Moaning One felt a renewed gush in his mouth. It surprised him. The
boy's squirts were strong and multiple unlike his first release. He
swallowed them as quickly as he could. The warrior's ending in the
boy's ass must have caused it, he thought. After a handful-of-fingers
of strong squirts the squawman became suspicious.
The taste of the boy's release was no longer sweet. It became an
enduring strong flow tasting like that of a strong tea. Moaning One
realized what the boy had done. He continued to gulp it down. It
surprised him that no man he'd ever sucked sperm from had ever
surrendered their 'other flow' to him as this innocent boy.
When Giggling-one finished urinating, the squawman unmouthed his
shrinking dick. The warrior pulled his fleshy spear from the youth's
sweaty little ass. The boy turned to face him. He saw in Horse
Strength's eyes the man's sexual relief for having filled his butt with
seed. It made him very proud.
Mischieviously, the boy turned from Horse Strength and slapped his
sore little butt. He gave the man a wicked grin for having captured his
strong warrior's sperm in him there. Moaning One laughed.
Horse Strength turned from the two 'male-squaws' to fetch his painted
breechclout beside the tree. He used moss to wipe the telling brown
stains from his penis. After covering his nakedness with the long
deerskin cloth and donning his moccasins, he flew out the woods without
so much as a fare-thee-well.
The boy turned to Moaning One. He just learned about sex from the
proud warrior yet from the squawman he sought guidance. The youth
wanted to know how he could embrace a warrior's love. He held his hands
out to the cross-dresser and asked.
Moaning One smiled at the boy. His gentle hands turned the youth
from him. He looked over Giggling Squirrel's soft body and the smallish
lower curves. His hands reached down for them. The boy spread his legs
and arched his back. Moaning One dropped to his knees. Trembling hands
parted the brown cheeks while his keen eyes examined the youth's
innerness. The smooth hole seemed unknowing until this day.
The squawman tested the youth. He rubbed over the small opening
causing the boy to moan. He then pushed a finger inside. The boy gasped
out sharply yet held his vulnerable stance.
Moaning One finger-fucked the boy's asshole. The ringed muscles
tightly gripped his finger. The boy didn't relax his hole. 'Did he know
how to?' Moaning One wondered. When he withdrew, the warrior's thick cum
oozed out. Some clung to his fingers. Moaning One nodded to himself. He
realized that the youth desired to take male thrusts but was unknowing of
how to prevent its injury and pain.
Unable to resist the temptation, Moaning One licked the thick cum
from his fingers. It filled him with lust. He marveled at the boy's
raped little ass sticking towards him. It became too much for the
squaw-man to ignore.
Moaning One buried his face between the boy's cheeks. He greedily
sucked out the warrior's strong seed. His hands savagely pulled on the
little butt, begging the youth to surrender up more cum. He deeply
tongued through the boy's slimy hole.
After smacking his lips in satisfaction, Moaning One turned the
youth around. A sly smile was on Giggling Squirrel's face. This made
the man laugh. The boy joined him with his high-pitched giggles. It
became a special moment for them both.
Moaning One turned serious. Some questions were needing to be asked
of the boy. He voiced his first one. "Has a cock ever been in you before
this day?"
"No..." the boy replied. "Only my fingers. It felt good to play with
my butt."
"Did it excite you to watch Horse Strength mounting me?"
"Yes!" Giggling Squirrel shouted. The boy's shoulders drooped. His
eyes lowered to the ground in fear for being so bold. He wondered if
Moaning One was going to scold him.
Instead, the squawman smiled. He turned around with legs spreading
and his back arched. Giggling Squirrel peered curiously into the man's
opening butt. It excited the youth that Moaning One was showing him
where the warrior's long cock had taken him.
"The warriors of my tribe have filled me with their big cocks,"
Moaning One boasted. "I've satisfied their needs many times. You've
witnessed Horse Strength's release in me. It fills me with a warrior's
strength. His seed is strong medicine for a young boy as yourself. Take
his strength into you!"
Giggling Squirrel reluctantly stepped behind the squawman. He knew
what was being offered. It's known that a man initiates the young boy
by releasing manly seed over his smooth loins; a ritual that's usually
performed by a father or older brother. Instruction of the pleasuring
along with his gifted medicine helps bring maturity to the young boy.
Moaning One was offering him a similar rite.
Giggling Squirrel knelt behind Moaning One and aimed his face into
that smelly butt. His trembling hands parted the man's cheeks. The
hole puckered and pushed out. Cum oozed down the man's crack to his
sagging balls. The boy quickly licked it all up.
The taste wasn't pleasant. Yet Giggling Squirrel knew that it was
powerful medicine to take within him a strong warrior's seed. Such a
gift was usually offered from a man beating off to the boy's cupped
hands. It could also be squirted into the boy's mouth in rarer instances.
To take it from a man's butthole was a thing Giggling Squirrel had never
imagined would happen to him.
Lust filled Giggling Squirrel. A powerful warrior had fucked the
squaw-man and now he was offered sperm from that joining. His own butt
had been seeded by that warrior. Moaning One had sucked it from his
hole. Now, he would eat sperm from that butt; an exchange of gifts.
Daringly, the boy stuck his tongue up Moaning One's asshole.
It felt slimy and warm in there. Giggling Squirrel bobbed his head
against Moaning One's ass to tongue up all the warrior's cum that he
could find. A low moan filled the forest. The cross-dresser enjoyed
having a boy's tongue fucking him almost as much as a man's dick.
A warm gush filled Giggling Squirrel's mouth. He eagerly swallowed
it and tongued for more. Moaning One emptied his butt of the warrior's
cum. He paused from pushing too hard so that nothing more than sperm
would go to the youth.
Moaning One stood up. There was no more to give the boy. Giggling
Squirrel wiped a hand across his mouth, and in glancing down noticed
his excitement. The lusty drink had given him an erection.
Moaning One was surprised by it. The youth's loins had spilt its
clear seed several times this day yet one more release could be taken
from him, the man hoped. Giggling Squirrel gasped when the
cross-dresser backed his butt onto him and forced penetration.
"Mount me..." Moaning One begged. "You've taken Horse Strength's
sperm from my ass so give me yours to replace it."
Giggling Squirrel knew better. The cross-dresser was more likely
wanting to get fucked again than to have his asshole fill with a boy's
release. The youth was willing though. It was from curiosity than from
lust that drove the youth to take the man's offered butt.
Moaning One squatted down to accommodate the short boy. He felt
Giggling Squirrel's erection stick through his butthole until the boy's
balls pressed up against his sweaty cheeks. Their sex had connected.
The boy's hands reached for Moaning One's hips. He quickly stabbed
his dick through the man's tight warmth, pulled back, and stabbed
again. The sensation from fucking was tremendous. Was the cross-dresser
satisfied, the boy wondered? He knew that his dick wasn't of length as
Horse Strength. This was also his first time inside a man's butt. He
didn't want to disappoint.
Moaning One backed his ass onto the boy's groin in time to his
thrusts. The skinny dick went into him a short ways and pulled out. His
asshole tightened around the small dick, enhancing the pleasure of
penetration. The boy gasped from the increasing tightness around him.
The youth wasn't of length to hit upon Moaning One's deep pleasure
spot within. A man such as Horse Strength had the proper size for that.
Yet to give the boy his first experience at fucking; to have him
release inside a butt like a man would be satisfaction enough for
Moaning One.
The squishy sounds of fucking filled the forest. Giggling Squirrel
was deep into the pleasure of taking a man's butt. It filled him with
pride when the squawman moaned. He now understood why the warrior
sought a conquest over another male than inside a purchased squaw.
Giggling Squirrel learned that taking a strong male into his butt was
also a powerful thing. There was pain. He endured so that he could gain
the warrior's sperm inside him. The boy liked this male mating game.
Moaning One reached down for his aching dick. The boy's little thrusts
in his butt couldn't pleasure it so he handled himself towards release.
A high-pitched cry. The youth's butt flexed wildly from driving his
spurting dick though the man's hole. That excited Moaning One enough for
his dick to shoot off. His cum fell to the dirt at his feet.
Their mating was over with. Moaning One felt the boy push on his
back to separate their heated bodies. A great weariness overcame him.
The man sat down with the youth coming to rest on his thigh. He would
now give him some teaching words.
"I was about your age when my heart turned me from the path of a
warrior," Moaning One began. "I had no squawman to guide me."
"How did you learn to become one?"
Moaning One smiled at the youth while his thoughts turned back the
long years. He was only ten at the time. His heart longed to satisfy a
man; any man that would take what he could offer for aching loins while
gaining in return the man's love. No human being showed him the
male-joining... yet his butt was shown how. The squawman was a little
worried. Sharing that memory might alarm the youth. He decided to be
bold though.
"A Trickster first gave me his sperm," Moaning One whispered. "He
wasn't guised as a man or even a boy... I was taken by him in dog form."
Great surprise filled the boy's face. Yet he listened. The squawman
continued his strange account.
"I was often playing in the woods with one of the tribe's big dogs
at my side," said Moaning One. "A gentle black monster named Storm-wind.
One afternoon the spirit of the Trickster fell into him. I was shown a
new game by that bespirited dog.
"I had already known of the boyish pleasure of pulling on my dick.
That black dog often accepted my hand around his own to milk it. That
day, as I excited Storm-wind's stiff black cock from its sheathe, a
cold wind blew over us. The next moment found me sprawled over the
ground, the black dog atop me.
"A great lust siezed Storm-wind. He frantically nosed inside my
butt. I was curious at this new game and had allowed it. My legs spread
as I stuck my butt up to better allow him to muzzle into me. I felt his
wet tongue over my hole. It excited me! Somehow I knew to get onto my
knees and to prepare myself like a wanting squaw before her needing
warrior. The dog did the rest."
The youth asked, "Storm-wind stuck into your butthole as if mounting
a she-dog?"
Moaning One nodded. "I was shown how a male copulates with another male.
The Trickster spent his great lust in me while inside that black dog."
Giggling Squirrel became quiet as he thought over the squawman's
story. The idea of bending over for a dog wasn't appealing to him.
There was no love to be gained. Only pain, and a butt full of the dog's
lengthy spending.
"I want a man's love," whispered Giggling Squirrel.
Moaning One smiled. "That will come about after you've learned some
things, little one. Prepare your body for sexual performance. Satisfy
the man's needs and in doing this you'll understand why he acts. There
is great pleasure in taking the male inside you."
"I knew only pain!" shouted Giggling Squirrel.
"Only because it was your first mounting," explained the
cross-dresser, "and from a man with the biggest cock of the tribe! Horse
Strength is of size to satisfy a mare in heat if he lusted for horses.
He only puts his cum inside a man's butt."
The boy shrugged his shoulders. He wondered how sex would gain him a
man's love. It all sounded so difficult.
"You should start with boys," suggested Moaning One. "Little-mouse
is an eager youth. I've taught him the rubbing game over his little
pole and my mouth has pleasured him as well. He's one of the youths
that I'll be initiating in my 'Growing Rite' this summer. You can
assist me."
"What happens in that rite?" Giggling Squirrel asked.
Moaning One smiled. "If you had been born of my tribe you would have
already participated. It's a rite of sexual-awakening for young boys..."
"How young?" asks Giggling Squirrel.
"Nine years of age. I've initiated youths who discovered the
pleasures their erecting poles can give to them," explained Moaning One.
"After a long day of receiving the needs of men of my tribe I take a boy
into the deep woods. He masturbates to prove that he as yet cannot cum.
"I reveal to him how my butt has satisfied men who can. Their strong
seed is gifted the young boy in a lusty rite: his thirsty mouth taking
it from my butthole. You've performed that same rite today."
Giggling Squirrel smiled. He recalled the salty taste of Horse
Strength's sperm in this man's butthole.
Moaning-one continued. "The young boy is taught how men put their
seed in me. I initiate him in ass-fucking. He's only allowed to put his
little pole in me that one time until the passing years grow him into a
young man. As a brave, he returns to my butt what was taken from me
when a youth. The Growing Rite is completed, yet a the circle comes
around for the next generation of young boys."
"What can I to do to assist you in this rite?" asked Giggling Squirrel.
The cross-dresser smiled at his companion's eagerness. "After the
young boy drinks a man's seed from my butt, I'll have him stick up
yours. You'll show the youth how to stab with his dick. In turn, you'll
be learning how your butthole can best pleasure him. That'll leave my
ass for only the men. I like big dicks fucking me!"
"But none of those young boys can squirt in me!" Giggling Squirrel
pointed out to the cross-dresser.
"That is true," replied Moaning-one. "Yet after many boys have
fucked you with their dry releases, your ass will be ready to pleasure
men. You'll have the experience of taking the male into you and how to
coax his bigger dick towards fulfillment! "
Giggling Squirrel thought over what Moaning-one's rite offered him.
The long summer of getting fucked by small boys was exciting. His asshole
would get used to their thrusting dicks. By the fall, he could easily
take a needing man into his butt and gain the man's love in return.
The young boy nodded his head excitedly and announced, "I will
follow in your footsteps!"
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