Author's note: This story was published way back in 1988 within the
'American Indian Boys' Love Stories' collection of short stories. I've
typed the following text from what appeared in that booklet, retaining
its primitive and rough writing style.
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SQUAWBOY.TXT "Squaw Boy"
'More Indian Boys' Love Stories' Copyright 1988 by Vince Water
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"Squaw-boy"
| An Echota boy comes to a new tribe to live with his |
| widowed mother. He discovers a strange boy there named |
| Plenty Smiles who is razed by the others. He too hurts |
| this older boy to gain quick acceptance by his new |
| friends. But Plenty Smiles would rather be taken in |
| butt by them! |
Plenty Smiles seems to be a strange boy. Slow of speech and a face
devoid of intelligent expression, it's no wonder that the other boys
taunt him in mean games by pulling on his tangles of hair or fetch away
his two cloths to bare him before the girls. And Plenty Smiles only
laughs that strange laugh of his when they humiliate him. He seems to
enjoy the attention given him by the younger boys.
Knowing that my first day will weigh heavily with my new friends, I
decide to be aggressive like a warrior. The five boys see me as the
oldest with much to prove. I want their acceptance and even more so, to
be their leader. To gain the boys' respect, I begin a game-of-tag that
will end badly for Plenty Smiles. I will use this boy to gain honor for
myself.
We enter the forest near the tribe and begin the game. At first, a
boy would touch an opponent's shoulder and announce that they're 'it'.
But I quickly change the game's intent. Whenever I'm tagged, I seek out
Plenty Smiles and hit him hard. Soon all the boys start going after
Plenty Smiles with tagging fists. He finally sees what we're doing and
takes flight into the deep forest. I lead the others in a hunt for
Plenty Smiles!
Sprawled on the ground from his hard fall after our chasing, I kneel
down and remove Plenty Smiles' rear flap. I strike his uncovered rump
many times with my hands intending to make him cry. This truly is a mean
thing to do since Plenty Smiles is older than me. My new friends look on
with keen eyes as I slap a red color to the boy's buttocks after a long
while.
Plenty Smiles finally sobs to our expectation. It's a low sound from
his mouth but one proving that my blows had hurt him. As the boys laugh
at his released weakness, I lower myself over his butt while lifting up
my rear flap. Greater laughs are joined when our bared bottoms meet. I
squirm over his soft rump and enjoy humiliating him even further. At the
cost of Plenty Smiles' dwindling pride, I have become accepted by the
boys of my new tribe.
Satisfied with my bold conquest, the five boys pat my shoulders in
submission. I am the oldest here save that of Plenty Smiles, now
becoming their accepted leader. It has only been two days since I've
come to this new tribe with my mother. My place in it has been secured.
I rise from my captive's warm butt and notice my hardness up front.
It pushes through my cloth and draws curious looks from the younger
boys. As I turn to look down at Plenty Smiles crying on the forest
floor, a real fondness for him comes into my heart. Though I had rubbed
butts intending to humiliate him, he has given me my manly excitement in
exchange. The deep feelings at our naked touching has stirred my loins
with life.
I reach down and pull Plenty Smiles up to me. With his crying done,
he again displays that strange empty expression. As he searches for his
rear flap lost amongst the leaves, I notice his own pushing bulge under
his front flap. My eyes peer in from the side and take in his thick
fleshy member below a hairy groin. Deep longings steal my breath away at
seeing this older boy's hard penis.
"Let's swim now!" suggests a young naked boy. His friends shake their
heads in agreement and look to me for a decision.
I shake my head up and down and watch the five boys run joyfully
towards the river. Plenty Smiles and I follow close behind. Unfamiliar
with the surrounding deep woods, I place trust in the young boys to find
our way out. We run for a good ways, passing stinging tree limbs and
hurdle rotting fallen logs. Again, Plenty Smiles shows his great
strangeness to me by allowing his body to feel the cutting branches and
sharp briars reaching out for him. Many red lines are drawn on his chest
and stomach from their many scrapings. Doesn't this older boy mind the
avoidable pain?
The trees finally thin out and give way to a clearing. Two boys who
wear breechclouts release them and enter the slow river with the naked
younger boys. I drop my own without hinder and jump in to join them.
The water is cold against my bare skin yet it offers a relief to the
summer's heated hand. As I wash sweat from my face and body, I laugh
when Plenty Smiles standing near me still wears his cloths in the river.
Gently, I untie his thong belt and throw the wet clothes onto the grassy
bank. Plenty Smiles startles me with a bright smile in reply. And when
he turns to show me his backside, he surprises me even more so!
Plenty Smiles' dark hands open his butt wide to reveal its innermost
entrance. My eyes widen for his strange gesture and I gasp loudly when
he backs himself onto my loins. The other boys come to us with curious
eyes as I hold Plenty Smiles' hips and grow long for him. I will gladly
use him as I had taken that enemy warrior's buttocks long ago. My
thoughts become deep when I recall my first butt mounting...
I was eleven seasons old and still living among the Echota. Great
excitement had filled our tribe at the capture of a great Shawnee
warrior. He was brought into the men's lodge where he was to be
tortured. And though I was only a boy, I wanted to see this secret rite.
The lodge's door flap was closed so I had looked in through a rounded
crack. I saw the enemy warrior bared and brought to his knees before the
center post. His hands were held high above him with thongs running from
the ceiling. Weights tied around his ankles kept him held down as all
manners of punishments cut into his flesh by Chief Counting-many-coups.
The great warrior's head dropped down at last from the agony and all
grew quiet within. It was then that a strong hand took hold of me and
brought me inside to the chief.
Fearing greatly at being caught watching, I was assured that no harm
would come for my curious spying. The chief even asked if I wanted my
turn at shaming the warrior. I had shaken my head rapidly in joyous
reply. So I was taken before the captured prisoner and my face painted
black as that warrior's feathers were placed in my hair. His eyes had
glared angrily into mine at seeing a mere boy wear his honor. Supported
by my chief as I stood facing those flaming eyes, it was easy to laugh
mockingly at the angry captive.
Then came the strange part of my shaming ritual. The chief had bared
me before the glaring warrior and his gentle hand took hold of my pole
to rub it. His other hand caressed my butt softly and he asked me to
grow in a man's way. It took only a short moment within my chief's warm
hands to give me an erection. As the warrior struggled vainly against
his bonds knowing what was to happen, I was brought around to his naked
backside. It was there that I was to use him as a submissive squaw!
My chief kneeled me behind the man's sweaty form and his steady hand
pointed my erection into his resisting butt hole. Pushing on my butt hard
from behind, the chief made me pierce the warrior's warm insides. I was
instructed to hump in and out of his hole while my biting kisses were to
come to his neck. As a young boy without a loin's lusting, my thrusting
had brought me little sexual pleasure. But my act of mounting a Shawnee
warrior as a man brought me much pride from the brave and warriors
looking on.
After a long while, I was pulled out of his bloodied butt by my
chief. A brave was waiting his turn to mount him as I. But before I gave
the warrior up, I had reached my teeth down to his left cheek to bite
him. This drew knowing smiles from the others. I stood close to 'my
squaw' after that and before a brave mounted, he asked for my permission
nicely! Many loins spilled their seed in that warrior's butt that night
since I denied no man that pleasure.
Now, Plenty Smiles wants me to mount him like that enemy warrior from
long ago. This time, my loins cry out for me to conquer his willing
spirit! I glance around at the dark pairs of eyes watching me and smile
at their obvious innocents. But Plenty Smiles isn't unknowing and makes
me wonder at why he offers me the pleasure of his butt hole.
I test the older boy's wanting with hands rubbing over his breast and
kisses to his soft neck. In reply, Plenty Smiles wiggles his butt
teasingly over my excited loins and his hand even reaches back to point
my erection inside him! Sure now of his intention, I push into his tight
warmth with my hardened length. We both groan in deep pleasure and pain.
A few younger boys giggle beside me as I smile to them for my bold act.
Deeply inside the older boy's warmth, I begin my urgent mounting with
all the young boys looking on.
Plenty Smiles is so soft in there! Wet softness with warmth
surrounding my invading flesh. I pull from his body and then thrust
forward into his yielding tight passage. Tremendous pleasure comes from
it since I need it so bad. I had pulled on myself three days ago and now
feel the urgency to release myself again. But this time, my sperm will
have a warm place to rest in unlike the cold ground I had pissed it to
before. But who else of this tribe uses Plenty Smiles to piss their seed
into, I wonder? This older boy had to learn this trick from someone.
With the younger boys watching my mounting with great interest, I
become more bold with Plenty Smiles. As I drive my long manhood into his
butt below, my lips dance up his shoulders with kisses that reach to his
neck. Hearing the older boy's low moans, I make him cry out when I bite
his softness there. He turns to me with a frown that fills me with great
shame. Why must I be so mean to this boy?
My lips go to him again but this time, I try touching his face's red
softness to appease him. Plenty Smiles reaches back to meet my lips and
we kiss deeply as I thrust into him now with care. This boy deserves to
be loved gently, unlike that great warrior we had tortured in the men's
lodge.
I have to break from our wonderful kissing to take in a deep breath.
After filling my lungs, Plenty Smiles sees on my face the deep pleasure
given me when I sperm him. I smile back as my thrusts spill more of my
seed inside his eager opening. After wetting much, I grab his shoulders
for support and peer into his eyes deeply. The boy sees my sexual relief
and smiles knowingly at me. He knows that it is he who has conquered my
spirit. Not a day will pass that I won't be longing to have him again.
And only he can offer to quench the terrible fire in my loins! I shake
my head at this thought and wonder how I can counter his strong hold on
me...
"Let me try it!" asks one of the boys near the mating pair.
My eyes widen with a bold idea. "Mount this boy and sperm him, Colt
Running. But there is a price to pay."
"And what is that?" he asks quickly.
I look at all the bright faces and announce: "I have just made love
to Plenty Smiles. For this, I will no longer strike his body nor vent
hateful words at him. He is our squaw-boy and needs our protection. Be
one with his flesh and vow that this will be so!"
Pulling out of my lover's butt, I turn to Colt Running and eye his
erection. "Can you sperm?"
"Yes... but I've always pulled it out with my hand."
I smile at his openness and tell him, "Mounting a butt feels even
better! But only if it's offered freely, Colt Running." I gesture for
the young boy to take my place.
He comes to stand behind Plenty Smiles and grips his hips lightly.
The older boy replies by rubbing his butt over Colt Running's penis.
Needing no more encouragement, he aims himself between Plenty Smiles'
open cheeks and stabs into him. I hear a sharp breath shoot out from the
young boy.
Smiling at Colt Running's obvious wonder and excitement, I ask him:
"Swear now that you'll love and protect him!"
Between deep breaths, the boy speaks words of love as he mounts his
squaw-boy. "I will love you and always be kind, Plenty Smiles."
I watch the pair from the side and grin when Plenty Smiles shakes his
head up and down. I didn't have the older boy's approval for my bold
plan, but now I see that he enjoys giving the young boy his butt knowing
that he gets a promise in return.
I stand with the other naked boys and watch the pair moving in love.
Colt Running is very clumsy at first but soon he begins a proper rhythm
with his penis. I watch his cute little butt hump in and out over the
older boy's and know the great pleasure that comes from it. Though that
enemy warrior's butt was my first mounting, my sperm found its way into
Plenty Smiles. Soon, this boy's seed and I think one other will be
joined inside our squaw-boy. But how do I bind the younger, innocent
boys to him?
Colt Running pounds into the butt like a wild drummer and suddenly
slows himself as he cries out from the sweet agony of it. He pushes into
Plenty Smiles for a few slow thrusts and gives the older boy all his
sperm. Colt Running then hugs his new lover hard. As he recovers his
breath, Plenty Smiles reaches back and caresses the boy's small rear end
with loving hands. They part after a while and the next boy comes to
have his turn.
I watch Colt Running's twin brother speak his vow and mount Plenty
Smiles until he also sperms him. I know that he has mature loins when,
after pulling out of the squaw-boy's butt, thick drops of white fluid
fall down from his penis to the hungry stream. And on his face is such
an expression of relief! The two brothers come to stand with me while
the remaining three young hesitate from taking the offered butt hole.
Without lust in their loins, these younger boys don't feel the need to
sperm Plenty Smiles as we have. I can't leave them out of our loving rite
so what can they do with our squaw-boy to bind themselves?
Plenty Smiles turns around and approaches a young boy. He drops to
his knees in the rushing stream and begins mouthing the boy's breast.
The little boy welcomes his kisses and only giggles when Plenty Smiles
takes his limp penis into his mouth. My eyes widen at what our squaw-
boy has been taught by his other lover in the tribe!
The little boy looks at me and gives his vow between giggles. Plenty
Smiles pats the boy's rear end in reply and begins bobbing over his
groin in earnest. It is deadly quiet as we all look on at the joining
pair. The little boy must be enjoying it since he starts humping his
butt when he thrusts. Then the boy holds a breath and releases a high-
pitched cry... Was he old enough to sperm after all?
Plenty Smiles releases his boy and another comes to have his pole
sucked on. A vow is given and he too shouts out when his great pleasure
is felt. Curious at what happened to them, I approach the two boys to
ask as the last boy, Little Eagle begins thrusting into the older boy's
mouth.
"Did any of you sperm?"
"I didn't..." answers one youth. The other little boys shake their
heads in agreement.
"But it felt good?" I ask.
"Yes!" they shout out in chorus. Multiple cries from behind turns
them to watch Plenty Smiles and his boy with wonder.
Little Eagle seems to really be enjoying himself. With each of his
held breaths, he thrusts into Plenty Smiles' mouth and cries outwards
before taking a new breath. And on his face is such an expression of
pleasure. It seems that boys without sperm can keep feeling tremendous
sexual release. I look on with envy as the little boy swings his hips,
little butt flexing when he cries out again. How long can he keep doing
it, I wonder?
The little boy finally pushes away from Plenty Smiles to end it.
Sticking from his balls is a very red boy pole! He sits down in the cold
water so I take his place with Plenty Smiles and enter that boy's
offered embrace.
The older boy grabs my butt and starts rubbing his hard penis over my
groin. I take his rear end and allow his body to ride over mine with its
desperate need to release aching loins. Very quickly, my squaw-boy lets
out a sharp breath when he wets his sperm on me. Arms then wrap around
us from all the boys coming to us with their fond hugs. Our warm bodies
become as one in the stream proving how love has united us with its
sacred rite.
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End of file: SQUAWBOY.TXT This was an older story found in my collection.