WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and
boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE
AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be
reading this or not!
9/98
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RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-7 "RITES OF BOYHOOD, part 7"
(Part #7) Copyright 1997, 1998 Vince Water
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Author's Note:
This part is dedicated to my friend Standing Bear who was eagerly awaiting
Jimmy's ultimate sexual embrace from the gentle yet needing Mister Burrows.
I hope you'll like it too.
I welcome comments and suggestions to this story-in-progress. Let me know
what you think of the "Rites of Boyhood" series and what you would like
to see happening in it. I may just include your wish in a future story
part! Write me. Okay? Vince_Water@HotMail.com
PLEASE NOTE that this story is intended for the reading pleasures of
adults above the age of twenty-one. It may be freely distributed so
long as none of its content is changed. - Vince Water -
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* "Rites of Boyhood" *
* - part 7 - *
Jimmy jumped off the wooden pier and walked along the shore of the
lake. He went alone. There were the loud happy voices of boys at play all
around him but he felt sad. He didn't know where Jeff was. Something had
happened to their friendship and no matter how hard Jimmy tried to figure
out what, he couldn't. Only that it seemed to be over with. Jeff seemed to
prefer the company of other boys and he didn't know why.
His new friends Parker and Miguel were always together. That's because
they were true blue friend and it showed. A smile crept back onto Jimmy's
face when remembering their kissing. At first, it had seemed strange for
two BOYS to be kissing each other but it really wasn't. They were two
guys in love. Kissing showed that feeling between them. It had Jimmy
wondering what it felt like to be kissed.
Yuk! Jimmy shook his head in disgust. That seemed like real sissy stuff
even though it was two boys doing it. He couldn't see himself ever trying!
He wasn't old enough...
The boy stopped in his tracks. That wasn't so. He had matured some when
discovering how sex expressed an aspect of love that came from sharing the
pleasure of his body with another. Yet he learned that love could also
hurt. That's what pained his heart from Jeff. He couldn't understand his
friend's rejection. 'What did I do to lose it between us?' he wondered for
the millionth time.
Jimmy couldn't figure it out. He tried bringing to mind all the bad
things that had happened that could be making Jeff mad with him. One thing
he remembered was when the little boy had fallen into mud during their run
through the woods that had left him crying with a ruined breech-cloth. But
he had made it up to Jeff by dropping into the puddle at his side and they
had tossed mud at each other in play, him all forgiven. That couldn't be
the reason Jeff was avoiding him. Then what?
He disregarded what happened to them on the rope ladder since that
wasn't his fault. Jeff was even thankful for his help to climb down and
seemed more concerned with getting back to the barracks without being
seen in the nude. Jimmy tried finding another reason.
Oh... The shower room incident. Jimmy lowered his head in shame when
remembering how their naked touching in the cold shower to share warmth
had led him to sticking his dick into the little boy's hole. He had raped
Jeff and the act greatly pained his friend. It was an accident! The boy
had seemed to forgiven him but maybe he was still mad. That could be it.
He felt that Jeff was having second thoughts about doing them naked things
with him and that had led to the end of their friendship.
Jimmy felt tears stinging his eyes. He wanted to get punished for that.
It was wrong to do something bad to hurt a friend. Worse, he had felt
pleasure from fucking Jeff. That's why he didn't want to stick into
Miguel's butt when it was offered to him but also because Parker would
probably be mad with him if he had tried. Those boys loved each other and
should only have sex with one another. A man only has one wife to be with
forever; he didn't lend her to a neighbor.
Jimmy was jealous of Jeff's new friends. They were able to take him
away because of the bad thing he had done. The little boy shouldn't have
had his butt stuck into.
Jimmy thought about the other stuff they had done together. He decided
that some naked play was okay between boys like beating off, belly rubbing
and maybe kissing but fucking was too adult a thing to have forced on a
boy of ten. What he'd done had hurt him! Jimmy wanted to somehow undo that
bad thing so that he could still have Jeff as a friend. He couldn't wish
for anything more! He desperately needed for them to be friends again so
that they could play with each other, to teach him more swimming strokes,
enjoy the camp activities and to talk about stuff. All that but mostly
just to be with him. He really loved Jeff.
A disturbance in the lake near Jimmy drew his attention. He didn't see
its cause but the ever enlarging circles of waves from the splash led him
to believe that it had been a fish. When his dad had taken them fishing,
he remembered seeing a large fish jumping out of the water to eat a flying
insect. It had been a most amazing sight. His dad explained that some
fishermen used a pretend bug and 'fly casted' it over the water to catch
fish. Much skill was needed for that, he was told. They had stuck to
hooking earth worms instead of lures. It was a fun time with his dad.
Jimmy couldn't remember if they had caught fish that day or not.
Jimmy became sad. He no longer had a dad to take him fishing again...
Never ever. His thoughts turned back to Jeff. Was it going to be the same
way with him? Why not find a new friend? He looked over the vast stretch
of water that held boys playing in it: swimming, canoeing and fishing. Of
all those cute happy boys, why did he only choose Jeff to want?
Jimmy continued his walk around the lake. His heart was in pain while
his head came up with more questions than answers. Was he right about Jeff
being mad with him because of what they'd been doing to each other when
naked? The boy seemed to like getting his pole hard and feeling intense
when they belly rubbed. In their embrace, his dick could shoot at the end
but Jeff was still too young. But not so young that he couldn't enjoy the
thrills coming from his erection or too young to understand that they were
having sex with each other. Sex pleasured their bodies but too their
hearts grew closer from that and for lots of other reasons. They simple
'fit' well together like how Parker and Miguel 'fit'.
A smile blossomed on Jimmy's face. He was remembering when they had
first met. A little boy of ten needed a swimming partner in the lake and
no one wanted him. But he did. He had taken to Jeff as the little brother
he never had. The boy grew to trust him in the water and that led them to
become close. Really close.
Something had happened to break them apart though. It seemed that their
close friendship ended in the mess hall when Jeff sat away from him to eat
lunch. Not by choice. They had arrived late so they couldn't find two
seats together. That chance separation had been the start of the trouble.
Jimmy sighed. He knew there had been a chance to rejoin his friend at
the bon fire but he didn't even try. Was it from stupid pride? He realized
that Jeff could have come back to him that night but he didn't either.
They were both at fault. A day passed with them remaining apart and it
seemed to become permanent after that.
The boy kicked a stone into the lake and watched its large splash with
satisfaction. He continued his slow walk along the shore: one foot in
front of the other. He stared down at the ground as he walked so that he
wouldn't see the bright flashes of sun that reflected off the lake waves.
They reminded him of laughter and happy times. His heart held no joy. It
seemed like it was breaking in two! For a boy of thirteen, a lost first
love was devastating.
There came the faint smell of smoke in the wind. Jimmy turned from the
lake to walk down a path that led into the woods. He occasionally found a
broken bottle or a discarded tin can along the trail. It ended at the camp
refuge. Mister Burrows wasn't there. The burning trash was only embers so
the boy knew that he had missed the Indian performing his chore here. He
had hoped to find that man. Mister Burrows was wise and would understand
the pain that he was feeling.
Jimmy walked past the old rusting pump. It brought back a fond memory
to him. That's where the Indian had admitted to Jeff that he liked him.
Not in so many words... The man had only nodded his head in reply to Jeff
asking if he liked him. Jimmy liked the man back but in a different way
from how he felt towards Jeff.
A rusty tin can was kicked against a tree. It bounced off with a loud
clanking that made Jimmy smile. He walked to where it lay over the ground
and kicked it again. The can's lid was bent inwards so kicking it made for
a loud noise. He sent the can clanking through the woods for a good while.
It was a fun game that kept him from thinking too much about Jeff.
The boy's thoughts turned to Mister Burrows. He was a real Indian that
had first shown him how to have sex. It felt really good to play with his
dick with someone than to do it alone. Later, the man performed more naked
rites with him and Jeff. His brown slim body was most attractive to the
boys and he showed how their small pale bodies could feel pleasure under
his guidance. The man seemed to know a lot about what boys liked.
Jimmy smiled. He felt his erection trying to unbend in the front of his
shorts. Thinking about the Indian helped him to forget his heart pain and
start feeling good about himself again.
'That man is my special friend,' Jimmy thought. He enjoyed turning to
Mister Burrows for sex and didn't feel threatened by him. The Indian had a
low, soothing voice. He thought differently than the greedy white men. His
brown body was nice to look at; slim and not too tall. In his dark eyes
was a happy sparkle that Jimmy had seen for him on more than one occasion.
The man had even admitted to Jeff that he liked him... Liked him!
Jimmy liked the Indian back. He was kind of a father figure to him but
also felt like an older brother at the same time. His Indian ways were
exciting - especially the naked rites. The boy wondered what else the man
would be showing him.
The tin can was kicked along the path that went deeper into the woods.
Jimmy knew where it led. His dick ached him to find Mister Burrows so that
they could embrace both their needs. It really pleased the boy to give
himself to the Indian. He was curious to see how savage the man could get
when his cock was hard and needing to come out.
Jimmy followed the winding trail through the tall pines. It seemed
like he was going in the right direction to find the Indian. If not, he
would simply turn around and take the path back. While the boy walked, his
thoughts turned inwards. He wondered what attracted him most to the man.
Was it his smooth brown body? He had seen the Indian's butt and it was
nice. Too, his uncut dick was very different looking from any he'd spied
on before. Was it the man's strangeness that was interesting?
Mister Burrows was strange when compared to other men but in a good way
that made him different. His way of talking showed the thinking in his
head. They were Indian thoughts. The man didn't cover himself in the
expected 'wild savage' breech-cloth yet his inner strangeness; his beauty
was what attracted Jimmy to him. No faker. He was a natural kind of man
that he could learn much from.
The boy looked around the woods with a frown. He had lost the tin can
that he'd been kicking down the trail. No matter. His bare feet had been
getting bruised from striking the rusty can. A happiness filled the youth
from his simple pleasure of not wearing shoes. His mom was always worrying
over him to be properly dressed and 'presentable to the public' as she'd
put it. At summer camp, he'd been getting away with wearing two meager
flaps of deerskin to cover his body or even going about naked!
Jimmy missed wearing his breech-cloth. He liked how the yellow deerskin
accented the pale nudity to his body. It had been lost to them mean boys
who also kept Jeff's mud-stained cloths once proudly painted. He doubted
that his little friend would ever again wear his breech-cloth even if it
were to be returned to him.
The boy's nose pained him when trying to hold back his tears. Thinking
about Jeff made him sad, especially when he wasn't sure why the youth had
left him to be with those other boys. The rest of his walk down the path
was done with a heavy heart.
Before Jimmy knew it, he came upon Mister Burrows' run-down camp.
That's what it looked like. There was the small wooden shack and a dump
next to it. A fire was going with a coffee pot hanging over it. No sign of
the Indian though.
'Where is he?' Jimmy wondered. He thought about calling out for the man
but stopped himself. It felt funny to be here for some reason; like he was
an unexpected guest. The boy walked towards the shack with soft steps. He
turned around a corner and found a small window to peek into. He found the
Indian inside. Naked.
It was hard to be sure. The man was lying on his bed in a small room
that was dark inside. The Indian's skin was brown so Jimmy couldn't make
out much but that's the impression he was left with: naked. The boy knew
he should turn away and leave the man to his privacy but his eyes remained
glued to the open window.
A stretching like movement came from the man's body. He was lying on
his right side, away from Jimmy. There was a flexing to his butt. The
boy's eyes widened with understanding. He figured that he knew what the
Indian was doing with himself in front. A growth came to the boy's dick.
With its rising came the need for him to be doing something with it like
what the man performed.
Jimmy felt breaths racing through his open mouth. The pleasant blood-
filling sensation in his balls rose into his pole and stiffened it within
his pants. The boy felt hot. He unbuttoned his shirt and gently laid it
over the window frame. Next, he loosened the belt to his pants. That made
it easier for him to reach inside to handle his erection. It felt stiff
and moist around his clenched fingers. Really aching! He recalled almost
having sex with Miguel on the sandbar that had left his body cheated of
pleasure and release. Now, he needed to come out bad.
The boy pinched over the skin of his dick. His was a different method
of beating off from how he'd seen the Indian handling his cock. With its
extra skin, the man pulled over his thick foreskin that got its brown knob
to pop in and out. That's what it looked like he was performing in bed.
Jimmy tried getting his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the bedroom.
He wanted to time his coming out to the Indian's release.
Yet masturbating didn't seem satisfying enough to the boy. He watched
the man's stretching movement over the bed and felt an urgent need to be
with him; to get his cock to come out with his help. Jimmy knew that the
Indian liked boys and his manly body was very attractive to the youth for
sex. It was decided.
Jimmy crept along the side of the shack. He came to a door and slowly
opened it. To his relief, it didn't creak. He stepped inside and was
careful not to bang it upon closure. The room he stood in looked like a
combined kitchen and dining room; there was a small wooden table and chair
next to an old iron stove. At its far end was a doorway. The boy slowly
walked to it and stepped through its threshold. His breaths sounded like
the loud panting a dog makes. He was worried that Mister Burrows might
hear his approach.
The naked man was in the small bedroom facing him. He didn't notice
the boy because his eyes were closed. Jimmy pulled over his long dick hid
within his pants half hoping that he'd be discovered. He could see the
Indian pulling over his hard cock with a slow rhythm. The dark hairs to
his groin brushed against his palm with each stroke. It ached the boy that
they were both in need yet doing it apart. His body urged him to join with
the man right now!
The wooden floor creaked under Jimmy's shifting feet. Mister Burrows
opened his eyes and looked up. He didn't startle as the boy was worried
he might. A smile shone from his dark face with acceptance.
Jimmy eagerly stepped into the bedroom. He walked over to the man's bed
with his hand still reaching into his loose pants. Mister Burrows saw the
boy's obvious exitement. His long brown arms reached out to remove Jimmy's
pants. Next, his white underwear was pulled down. The Indian smiled when
seeing the youth's erection standing tall against his belly; a nice grin.
There was such a glow of love coming from Jimmy's inner being for him.
Mister Burrows gestured for his little friend to join him in bed. The
boy did. "I think of you when doing this," the man explained while looking
down at his long dick. "I think out and you came to me!"
Jimmy didn't quite understand what the man was talking about but he
knew that it was okay to have come. He laid over the man's bed facing him.
It was quite a contrast of small pale body next to the larger brown. Their
arms reached for one another to embrace. Warmth. The tickling below came
from mature man against growing boy. A musky sweat smell mixed with smoke
filled Jimmy's nose. He breathed it in with growing excitement. All his
sad thoughts about Jeff flew from his head. The Indian man was also a good
friend to have sex with.
There came a lusty groan of anticipation from the Indian. The boy
grinned. He knew that his small body was much desired by the man and it
pleased him to offer it for his need. Mister Burrows has proved himself a
gentle lover but too he could be fierce like an Indian warrior when it
came to sex. That didn't scare Jimmy anymore. He had performed sex stuff
with another man and also with some boys so it wasn't mysterious and scary
as before.
The hungry Indian explored the boy's small frame in his hands. He felt
his way down Jimmy's warm back to his soft little butt. It was nicely
rounded in the man's hand. His fingers traced down the crack of it to find
an entrace. A moist tight place was found. Jimmy gasped when his hole was
touched. He knew that the man lusted for it and decided that it would okay
for him to stick in. He had already done that to Jeff, unasked, so this
made it his turn to take pain in punishment for losing his dear friend.
Mister Burrows wasn't thinking like Jimmy. He wanted to fuck the boy
not in punishment but as a completion to his needing manhood; a good way
to join their male bodies. When he saw that his finger wasn't rejected, he
figured that his cock wouldn't be either. Some boys liked to get their
butts stuck into. He hoped that Jimmy was one of them.
When the man's arms loosened around Jimmy, he turned his small body
around to face away from the Indian. He looked through the doorway into
the kitchen. The youth hoped that no one was going to be calling upon
Mister Burrows while they were in bed together... naked.
The man reached his left hand over Jimmy's body and caressed his soft
breast until finding his nipples. They hardened under his touch. With his
mouth, he tasted the boy's slim shoulder for its sweat: a clean lime
scent. His hungry mouth explored down Jimmy's back with kisses while his
hand in front wandered to the boy's dick to fondle him. His lips descended
further. Soft rounded mounds drew his kisses and he heard a giggle from
the boy. The Indian knew that he had the youth in his power.
Jimmy felt tickled by the man's kisses. When they reached down to his
butt, he giggled. It reminded him of when he was forced to kiss Jeff's
butt on the rope ladder at the command of their tormentors. He knew that
no one was forcing Mister Burrows to kiss his ass - the man LOVED it!
Jimmy leaned forward to stick out his rear end. He felt the man's
tongue lick down his crack and find his hole. It was a very tickly
sensation. The boy became very wide in the eyes when the man mouthed his
butthole and stuck his tongue inside it. He couldn't imagine why the
Indian would want to taste his innermost butt; smelly and all that!
A low groan came from the man. He hungrily ate his boy with the sweet
expectations of fucking him good and deep. Much spit was put in him to
make Jimmy's tight passage slick. It was a small hole and his cock was
very big. He didn't want to put the boy through too much pain that would
make him jump out of his bed and run out the door.
Jimmy moaned from getting reamed. He knew that his butt was being
prepared to be taken for the Indian's pleasure. A frightening thing. Yet
he vowed to give himself to the man as Jeff had unwillingly given his butt
to him in the shower. This was going to be his punishment to bear.
Mister Burrows ended his butt kissing and aligned himself along Jimmy's
back. His hard cock pressed against the boy's cheeks suggestingly. It
throbbed with much lust. He wanted to make plain his intent to fuck; did
the youth accept his manly need?
Jimmy felt himself trembling. He didn't know if he was ready to
experience such an adult act as the giver. It was easier to stick into
someone's butt. An entirely different matter to be the one about to get
stuck with a man-sized cock up his hole!
Mister Burrows felt a great aching in his cock to rape the boy. He
didn't wait for Jimmy to say it was 'okay' since the youth wasn't trying
to escape his bed. It was probably best not to talk. With building lust
from his loins, the man took hold of that he most desired: a little boy
butt. He was about to make it his own.
Jimmy was pushed over the bed onto his belly. He was pressed down by
the greater size of the man on top. A connection was sought. The size of
the Indian's cock seemed too big to get in him but it was going to try.
That scared Jimmy. He squirmed under the man's heavy body, finding a
pillow near his head to clutch with both hands. He was going to pay for
raping Jeff by giving himself utterly to this man.
The Indian went about it gently. He pointed his hard brown cock through
the cheeks of the boy beneath him and pressed its oozing tip against the
puckered little hole. No quick entry. He felt Jimmy's trembling and held
the youth close like a father shooing his son from fear. Patience was
needed here.
When the boy settled down, the man began an in and out motion. His cock
made slow thrusts between the boy's butt cheeks and pushed into his hole
only a little ways. The boy felt pain each time.
Mister Burrows knew that from the way Jimmy's body stiffened. He
slipped out of the small hole but didn't stop thrusting. The boy clenched
the cheeks to his butt from pain and that gave the man a tight place to
move through with his cock. Its oozing made for a slippery connection.
Another shallow penetration was attempted. Again, the boy stiffened in
pain. The Indian kept the tip of his cock inside for a while longer before
retreating. He wanted the youth to get used to his size.
Jimmy was getting scared. He tried enduring the pain and knew that it
was too late to stop what they were doing. The fierce Indian wouldn't be
letting him go! At least the man was going slow with fitting his cock into
his butt and for that the boy was glad. He trusted that Mister Burrows
wouldn't be hurting him too much.
Another stab! Jimmy stiffened in pain when feeling his hole getting
stuck into. It seemed that more of the Indian's thick cock was fitting
into him and staying in longer before withdrawing. The boy buried his face
into the bed sheets to wimper. He hoped that it wasn't being heard.
Mister Burrows found it difficult to keep himself from diving in deep.
His cock was really aching him to plow through the boy's pale butt to fuck
it good and hard. Only from love did he prevent his lust from taking
control of his hard body. Jimmy was a nice kid; worthy to be coddled with
a love from their joining hearts. The boy seemed to accept the man's need
so it would be done gently and with love. Lust would eventually be given
its expression and sweet release.
Jimmy felt that his body was like a tense bow; the Indian fitting his
big arrow into him with a careful testing of how far it could be stretched
back before release. He tried to relax. His legs spread under the man's to
get his butt to open more. The cock slipped in. All the way! It was an
uncomfortable filling sensation but no sharp pain as before. The boy was
amazed; the Indian's bigger body was fitting into his smaller one in the
most intimate way two males could connect. They were fucking! He realized
that it would end with the man's sperm being left inside him.
'Will a baby come from it?' Jimmy wondered. He knew that when a man
made love to a woman it grew his baby inside her. 'No. I'm only a boy so I
can't get pregnant!'
Mister Burrows began his fucking with earnest. To Jimmy, it seemed like
the Indian was trying getting him pregnant. His long cock pushed deep into
his butt before pulling back. Low moans of satisfaction often came from
the man. The boy knew that he was enjoying himself. Just like when he had
enjoyed fucking Jeff in the shower. Now it was his turn to endure getting
his butt raped in a kind of punishment for hurting his friend.
The man was unaware of what kept Jimmy passive below him. He only knew
of lust and how it drove his hard cock ever deeper through the tender boy
hole. Pleasure filled his loins. To prevent his prey from getting away,
his hands kept their grip of the youth's slim shoulders. Not that the boy
was trying to escape... That was a little surprising to the Indian since
he had once fucked a boyhood friend at the reservation who had fought
against getting his butt raped but lost. That had happened long ago.
When he was a lusty fourteen year old, the little boy he had mounted
was only ten. Not even old enough to come out from his prick. They had
made a big bet that the ten-year-old had lost. In payment, the youth's
butt was forced to accept his long dick in him. It was quickly done. Great
pleasure was taken to put his sperm into the little boy's hole but in
return he ended up losing their friendship. It was a hard lesson he had
learned in his youth. The white boy in his bed was enduring pain in trade
for manly pleasure. Mister Burrows wondered why. He began to worry that
Jimmy might tell on him to the camp director and then he'd get into big
trouble and even lose his job.
Jimmy noticed that the man had stopped. His big cock was still buried
deep in his ass but there was no more thrusting. 'Did he sperm in me?' The
boy didn't hear the telling groan that would prove it so he turned his
head over the bed to look up at the Indian. Dark eyes stared down on him.
"Are you... done?" the boy asked.
Mister Burrows tried swallowing in his dry throat. His arms loosened
from around Jimmy's shoulders while his face lowered to look fully into
the boy's eyes to read him. He gave a reply. "I worry that you hurt."
Jimmy nodded. "It does a little but you can keep doing it. I'm okay."
The man had seen fear in the little boy's eyes. It reminded him of his
lost friend from the reservation. He muttered questioningly, "Sha-tre-na
o-pio?" The Indian then remembered to translate into English and asked,
"Ah... why you let me do this thing?"
Jimmy understood. He looked into the man's shy eyes and spoke. "I want
you to. You need to fuck me so I'm letting you do it. Don't stop!"
Mister Burrows gave the boy a gentle nod. His lips lowered to Jimmy's
left cheek and he kissed it like a father does to show love for his son.
His cock then moved through the youth's butthole to show bodily love. Pain
returned to Jimmy's eyes that felt like a flaming arrow into the Indian's
heart. He badly wanted to fuck the willing boy. He needed to do it! Yet he
wasn't entirely convinced as to the reasons why it was being endured.
Jimmy tried to keep his face from revealing how the man's cock was
hurting him. He wanted it to be over with and done. The pain was bearable
if he didn't have to put up with it for long. It felt like he had to go to
the bathroom really bad! Especially when the man stabbed deep into his
butt and lingered in there. Some relief came when his cock pulled out of
him a ways. He knew that the act was very pleasurable from having stuck
into Jeff's butthole. Taking the man's cock in his butt was in trade for
doing that bad thing. He was a big boy and could take the pain. Jeff did.
Mister Burrows closed his eyes. He couldn't look at Jimmy's face while
he fucked him. His swollen cock was feeling close to release and it was
going to be very sweet. The boy accepted his need. Though in pain, he
endured it so that the man could fulfill himself. It made the Indian very
proud for him.
Jimmy began to pant. He felt something strange in his butt that came
from the man's deeper thrusts; a kind of pain tickle that made his pole
surge with thrills. Against his face, the Indian was still kissing him.
It felt strange at first but the kisses helped to keep his mind off the
pain. They actually made him feel good so boldness came to the youth. He
strained his neck so that his lips could find the man's. It was with
closed eyes that the boy pressed his mouth onto the Indian's and kissed
him back.
Mister Burrows opened his eyes. He saw what the boy was doing and the
act greatly surprised him; his lips had felt the return kiss. It was nice.
He lowered his head to better align it with the boy's and their shy
kissing continued. Tremendous feelings surged in the man's heart and the
boy felt joy in his heart. His butt eagerly filled with Man and sought the
precious gift that would come on the wings of his love. And it came.
Jimmy felt the man blow out a harsh breath into his mouth. In his
butt, the man's cock pushed on something deep that made his pole surge
and release like a cocked pistol. The boy cried out from the strange
pain. Several intense squirts came out that made his asshole tighten
around the man's cock. In turn, the Indian felt his greatest thrills and
came. He growled out like an angry bear when filling his boy with wet
manly love. Their bodies fulfilled themselves from being joined as one.
Mister Burrows laid heavily over Jimmy's back to catch his breath. He
was amazed by the intensity of his climax. His cock had squirted so many
times into the boy's ass that he'd lost count of them! A happy throbbing
came from it now; no more seed left in his balls to piss out. He realized
that what he'd done made him a proven man. Not since fucking that ten-
year-old boy had he stuck into another boy until Jimmy.
There was the sound of a clock ticking in the room. Jimmy noticed a
similar beat in his butt that came from the beating of Mister Burrows'
heart through his cock. The boy realized with joy that the man was done.
Not so much from relief but that his small body had given the Indian
satisfaction in a most sexual way: fucking his butt. He won the man's seed
in him. The thought of having that in his body blew Jimmy's mind away. It
thrilled him to have gotten a man to do that in him.
The man's weight over Jimmy's back was getting uncomfortable. When he
complained, he was turned onto his side by Mister Burrows while remaining
connected to him: cock in butthole. It seemed that the Indian wasn't ready
yet to separate their bodies. That was okay with Jimmy.
There was something that worried the boy. He knew that he'd done it so
he hoped that Mister Burrows wouldn't get mad if he told him.
"I wet your bed," Jimmy admitted with shame.
Mister Burrows reached over the boy to feel the bed covers. His fingers
touched upon the telling circle of wetness and concern filled the man. Was
the boy hurt? The wetness felt sticky between his fingers so he brought
them back to sniff. Not urine. The man's eyes widened with a sudden
realization that made him chuckle. He reached for the boy's pole to gather
more of its wetting to examine. It was a clear release that made the
Indian proud. He asked, "You do this from me fucking you?"
"Uh huh. It just came out of me," Jimmy replied.
"That good. My big cock strong in your butt and make you do this thing
from your pole. It sign of Power!" The weak boy seed on the man's fingers
was wiped over the cheeks of his rear end in ritual.
Jimmy grinned. "I could take my turn... fucking you."
Mister Burrows shook his head. "No. A boy gets his Power from a man to
grow from; no man allow a boy to take him like that."
Jimmy's thoughts turned to Miguel. That Spanish boy had wanted him to
stick into his butthole though he was older than him. Not yet a man...
Perhaps it was okay from what the Indian was explaining to him.
"My seed in you take root to grow your man's body."
"Is it okay for two boys to fuck?" Jimmy asked.
Mister Burrows laughed. "Yes. They can practice the man's act so when
becoming men will know how to do their wives."
"Why don't you have a wife?"
Jimmy's question gave the man some pause. He knew that his words would
weigh heavily with the boy so he crafted his answer with care.
"I don't want," explained Mister Burrows. "That not make me less a man
to be a lover of boys. I pass my Power unto youths in ritual like what we
do in the woods. My heart filled with you Jimmy. Let me come in your heart
as I have let you in mine."
There was a long silence after what the man said. Jimmy started crying.
Mister Burrows slipped out of his butt and turned him around to face him.
His tears continued to wet the man's breast unabated.
"Why so sad?" the man asked.
"I did... bad thing... 'Cause Jeff don't like me any more!"
Mister Burrows patted the boy's back. He remembered that scrawny little
boy going around with Jimmy. Something must have happened between them.
There would be no asking until the youth calmed down. He was crying
something fierce. The man held his dear boy close to his breast while
rubbing over his back to relax him.
Jimmy kept crying. The Indian turned onto his back while carrying the
boy over him. His long arms put pressure around the youth's body to force
an ending to his show of weakness. It seemed to work. The boy no longer
sobbed. Silent tears continued to rain down on the man's breast though. He
would have to be patient with the white boy.
The Indian tried willing his strength out through his arms to calm the
youth's troubled spirit. They bodies had become one. So too their hearts
that could lead them to join in spirit as well. That's what mattered the
most: spiritual love. The man knew that flesh turned to dust all too soon
that left spirit free to rise from mother earth. He wanted Jimmy and him
to walk hand in hand into the afterlife when their time came.
But while trapped in flesh, the Indian knew that seeking pleasure could
sometimes block the spirit's flow of Power. That's what allowed evil to
craft much trouble and woe in the world. Something bad had happened
between Jimmy and Jeff. He would employ wisdom to try resolving it.
Mister Burrows noticed that his hand had wandered down to Jimmy's rear
end. He felt over its moist softness and marveled over what he had done.
His cock was very satisfied to have put medicine seed into the boy's ass.
Not an evil act! The man was struck by his strange thought. Where did
that notion come from?
Jimmy noticed the man's handling of his butt. It was getting him
excited. He couldn't stop crying to the Indian's breast from sadness but
his dick was getting hard. It lifted against the man's swollen cock as if
daring a wrestling match between them. His butthole pained him, reminding
the boy that it was filled with this man's sperm. A strange satisfaction
came from knowing that.
Mister Burrows felt the boy stirring with sexual energy. He was
pressing his erection against the man's cum-slippery cock with beginning
stabs. That surprised the Indian since Jimmy had already released to the
bed sheets from getting fucked. Why was he needing to cum again?
The man gasped when feeling the boy's mouth sucking over his wet breast
in kisses. Pale hands reached up to his shoulders and held them. The small
body rode over his with a grinding belly rub. Their groins were plenty
slippery so there was no pain from the lusty meeting of their male loins.
It made the Indian's cock grow hard again. He accepted the boy's need for
more love making.
Jimmy held the man close to love him. It helped him to escape the great
woe and heart pain that he was feeling for Jeff. He wanted his tears to
end! More so, he wanted this Indian to love him back. His brown body was
soft and yielding to his immediate need for sex. Thrills built up in his
pole from riding over the man's cock. His groin was tickled by the thick
man hair brushing under him. Longer stabs were made. His butthole ached
but that only added to the boy's lust that he needed to vent onto the
willing man.
Mister Burrows held Jimmy's butt and accepted his sexual attack. It was
growing fierce with quick stabs against his swelling cock. Small cries
came out with the boy's breaths. Fingers were pinching the man's shoulders
when the youth lifted himself up his body. Their hard loins met harshly.
The Indian held his boy close and waited for the explosion to come.
Jimmy found the man's tit and sucked on it. He heard the Indian moan in
pleasure so he found the other tit and bit it. The man flinched in pain
while releasing a hissing breath like a snake. That made the boy get very
excited. He had power over the brown body that he was clutching; the same
man's body that earlier had demonstrated power over his in a fuck.
"You an eager pup!" remarked Mister Burrows. He held Jimmy's wild body
over his, especially the sweaty little butt that was trying to hump their
way out of his hand. Between their slippery bellies, the boy made quick
stabs against his cock. Their fleshy meeting was giving the Indian a
measure of pleasure. Not enough to get him to release again but the
thrills were nice. He enjoyed the youth's lusty performance.
Jimmy needed to squirt from his dick. When getting fucked, he was
forced to come out but that gave him little pleasure; only a release of
pressure. Riding the man's loins was giving him increasing thrills. To
deepen them, the boy held his breaths. When his belly trembled from
holding one too long, he felt his greatest pleasure. It seemed to be
taking him a long time to shoot.
Mister Burrows felt the boy's straining body in his arms and heard the
boy's sharp exhales that cooled his breast. There was such a wild frenzy
from the youth to complete himself. That worried the Indian. He didn't
understand Jimmy's urgent need.
"Don't tire yourself," the man warned. He knew that sexual frenzy could
lead the boy to hurting himself. To slow the youth, both his hands clamped
down over the boy's humping butt. Yet his erection continued with its wild
thrusts. Not in a slow timed rhythm as they should be but quick and
unpredictable. He was also worried about the boy holding his breath.
Jimmy felt close to his climax but it kept eluding him. Holding breaths
wasn't working; it exhausted him like being in a long run he couldn't
sustain. The man's cock felt too slippery against his stabs to gain the
proper sensation. How was he going to be able to explode?
When the man's strong hands captured his flexing butt, that helped.
Jimmy felt their swollen dicks get mashed together. His stabs weren't as
slippery. He reached his hands around the man's neck with fingers tangling
in his long hair. Something pressed against his mouth: an Indian kiss.
Mister Burrows felt the rising of his spirit. He expressed the brightest
face of love he had for this boy through a kiss. Jimmy's lips responded.
With great joy in his heart, the man struck his right hand against the
youth's bottom in a single drum beat.
That sharp slap to Jimmy's butt made him cum. His fucked butthole shot
pain through his dick and that dark power had him shooting to the man's
belly. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. His ending squirts
turned to deep thrills for the boy. He cried out in his high-pitched
voice. The Indian was glad for him.
Jimmy panted over the man's wet body with much satisfaction. He
realized what he had done: made love to the Indian warrior he admired in
history book images who in reality was a natural man making his way
through life in the modern age; he wore pants instead of a breech-cloth!
The two lovers rested a while in each other's arms. Their exhausted
bodies were completed. That joined their hearts and a binding came to what
mattered the most: their spirits. The man led his boy around the circle of
life who in turn would become a man to lead the next boy without ending.
Jimmy's head felt dizzy. He needed to sit up so with the man's help,
the boy was raised to his knees around the Indian laying over the bed, his
palms laid flat over the Indian's brown chest. A streak of clear liquid
led the boy's eyes down to their touching loins. His pole slept over the
man's thick cock. Their soft balls touched.
Mister Burrows cupped the boy's cheeks to steady his sitting position
over his groin. He felt something running down the palm of his right hand;
the hand that had drummed over Jimmy's butt. The man's eyes widened. He
realized that the youth had pushed out seed from both sides of his body.
The Power within him had been too much for the boy to contain.
In solemn ritual, the Indian showed Jimmy what pooled on his right
palm: a thick white essence. With his left hand, he patted the boy's
bottom in a gesture from where it had come from. The man lowered his wet
hand to scoop up the boy's clear seed from his belly, capturing it into
his closing fist. He explained it.
"Our seed join: my Power with yours that will become so. It makes us
one!" The Indian lowered his opening right hand over their touching dicks.
He clutched them wetly.
Jimmy gasped in surprise. He understood that the man's sperm had been
pushed out from his butthole and wet his right hand. It mingled with his
around their touching dicks. The man slowly pulled over them; a very
tickly sensation!
"As your body lay with mine, Power go in you," the Indian explained.
"Grow you into a man. My heart is filled with you, Jimmy..."
"Me too," the boy whispered.
Mister Burrows grinned. "Each time I lay with you, my Power will fill
your body to grow it big and strong. A good thing! Our hearts become one."
Jimmy smiled for a moment before the pain from Jeff returned to his
heart. His tear-filled eyes lowered in sadness. The Indian knew it was
time to listen to the boy's pain; maybe offer him wisdom to heal it. His
hand stopped pulling over their touching wet dicks.
The boy was lifted by his under arms when Mister Burrows sat up over
his bed. He lowered the youth back into his lap and held him close to his
breast. Warm tears fell on him.
"Tell me," the man whispered into the boy's ear.
Jimmy sobbed. His voice was all broken up when he poured out his fears
and the great pain that came from his heart about Jeff. The man listened.
He began to understand what was going on between the two boys.
"You not talked with Jeff about this thing?" asked Mister Burrows.
"Uh uh," Jimmy answered while shaking his head.
"Not good to only talk with yourself!"
Jimmy felt wisdom from the man's words. He knew that Jeff and him
should have talked about what happened because without knowing what the
problem was, he'd been left to sort it all out by himself.
"I know Jeff is your friend," Mister Burrows added. "Go talk to him and
see if this is not so."
Jimmy's eyes lifted to the man's with great hope. He saw truth there.
Jeff was his friend; something dumb must have happened between them that
wasn't too late to resolve. A great burden was lifted from the boy's heart
and he felt happy again. Hopeful! He owed much to this dear Indian. With
new eyes, he saw how beautiful the brown man was: his weathered face had
wisdom; his dark eyes filled with love and understanding. A handsome man.
Mister Burrows saw Jimmy wet his lips. He lowered his mouth to the boy's
and their kiss happened. A gentle sharing. The youth took in a sharp
breath and held it. He wanted to keep the man's breath in him for always.
They embraced. The youth pressed his ear against the Indian's wet chest
and felt safe. He heard the thump-thump of the man's heart. A heart filled
with much love for him.
"I love you," the boy whispered.
The man heard it. His arms tightened around his sweet boy as if never
letting go. He felt their spirits coming together. It gave the old Indian
a sense of completion that he'd never felt before in his whole life.
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