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!
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* July 1997 *
* "Willow Bird Finds His Love" *
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* by Vince Water *
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* Willow Bird is an Omaha youth from the early 1800's. His Indian *
* tribe, the Kalinlepi, have encamped on the South Fork River, ten *
* miles northwest of what is today the Sequoia National Forest in *
* California. *
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* Omaha youths of fifteen years are ritually named as braves. *
* Willow Bird has reached this age. His path leads him to join the *
* secret society of the Mahyee-na, a gay rite-of-passage for young *
* men. The boy's older friend named Big Horn sexually initiates him. *
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* Willow Bird shares with his boyhood friend, Song Bird, what *
* he's been shown. It's with this youth that the acts take on their *
* proper meaning because of the love that they have for each other. *
* But what of Big Horn? Can Willow Bird keep both relationships going *
* as both the learner and teacher in his emerging manhood? *
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* This account of finding love comes before the white man's *
* encrouch upon Native lands and their disruption to tribal life and *
* beliefs. Not yet were 'Christian values' to destroy the beauty of *
* being gay or a free human being. *
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Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE
THAT THIS STORY IS OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER
THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE.
This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of this
story with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form!
Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an
APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water -
My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com
The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light"
bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A.
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"Willow Bird Finds His Love"
Copyright 1995, 1996 by Vince Water
All rights reserved. Second printing.
Edited by my Indian friend, Tony.
Illustrated by Don Lilly (printed booklet version)
Originally copyrighted 1988 as "How Willow Bird Finds His Love"
All of the characters in this story are fictitious, and any resemblances
to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal
names and other historical references, is purely coincidental.
Omaha Indian terms in this story are explained at the end of this story.
Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water:
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"Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian
Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And
Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play"
{This last title is expected to be ready at the end of 1997!}
Author's Note:
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On the subject of American Indian homosexuality, it was only the
Illinois Tribe that, unlike many others in North America, accepted
men in sexual relationships with boys while remaining effective
warriors and husbands. In other Native tribes, a young man who desired
other males would have to turn 'berdache' (a cross-dresser) instead.
He'd put on women's clothing and adopt a female identity.
The gay men in my fictional tribe, the Kalinlepi, take after the
Illinois Tribal beliefs of retaining their adult male identity. I
believe it to be a more complete acceptance of how their 'spirit
directs them' to satisfying the needs of their hearts and their loins
while remaining men.
Dedication:
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My sincere thanks goes to Lee for having kept the only remaining copy
of this story draft when tragedy struck me with the loss of computer
disks, print-outs and the original illustrations. This story in your
hands was revised from that surviving text.
My thanks also to Richarde, Vincent and Jim for giving me the shelf
space to display my booklets in their stores. I hope that this account
of Indian boy love will bring enjoyment and thought to you, my readers.
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* "Willow Bird Finds His Love" *
The young brave in front of me has set a fast pace. I watch the
rhythm of his steps over the elk trail. It gives me sleepy eyes. I've
been following Big Horn for a good part of the afternoon. We won't
reach our river camp until nightfall so why is he walking so quickly?
My legs are beginning to ache with fatigue. Sweat already covers my body.
I glance up at Father Sun and release a weary sigh. Falling from His
sky, my shoulders and back have felt the weakening of His heated hand.
Yet another hot summer day is coming to an end. I would welcome the
embrace of a wind spirit. They must be in hiding from Father Sun's
fiery reach.
Our journey this morning had begun before the rising of His golden
face in the east. Big Horn helped me to check on my snares. Nine rabbits
were taken. This simple hunting is usually my lonely task. This morning
had found the young brave at my side. Why?
He had shown me this boyhood skill. My outings have always yielded
game. Today, he neither offered advice for my traps nor praised me for
the rabbits discovered inside of them. I sense that I'm to be tested by
him in some way.
The rite of my passing into manhood is approaching. In a few moons,
Big Horn will stand at my side as my 'monedo' for when I'm named a man.
It's been his responsibility to prepare me for that time when I become
a brave. This year has seen much testing from him, both obvious and
subtle. I fear that he may discover a shameful secret that I've been
keeping close to my heart.
I shift the burden of my sack of rabbits to my other shoulder.
Wearily, I tred onward with my eyes upon my companion's backside. His
body has been much darkened by the summer sun. There are parts of him
that aren't as tanned. I watch the deerskin cloths flap over the man's
body with each of his strides. The man's cheeks are often revealed.
Looking at his butt has given me an embarrassing growth under my front
flap. My stomach tightens from my lustful glances.
I try keeping my shameful feelings buried deep inside me. It's hard.
Though I can mask my face, my dick is beyond control. It grows long when
I'm near a handsome man. I had a fierce battle with myself only a few
days ago. That's when I had looked upon Big Horn's uncovered body and
reacted with a shameful display.
An unusually hot day had coaxed our breechclouts from us when we
took to the stream for a swim. My eyes had acted strangely. I felt a
hunger for the usually covered parts of the man's body; his hairy loins
and nicely shaped butt. There was such a desire in me to take the
brave's body into my own. I managed to avert my eyes and kept my desire
under control. Yet the length of my dick had revealed my lust.
I sigh in my longing for Big Horn. He's a handsome brave of nineteen.
Not yet married. His uncle is a chief of our tribe. This gives him a
measure of respect and power that I envy. I feel insignificant in
comparison. My tipi is a poor one. There is only my mother and I.
Father went away when I was ten. It was fortunate that Big Horn had
taken me under his care for these past five summers. He's been guiding
me on the path of manhood.
My building desire for this young brave has frightened me. A lust
from my loins that goes beyond my fondness for him as my mentor. It
shames me. To reveal myself would mock his efforts of helping me to
become a man. I feel trapped. There's no one else for me to turn to for
guidance about my strange feelings.
I reach under my front flap for my erection. It throbs with lust. In
anger, I cup the moist head of it and try pushing it back down. The act
pains me. I want to deny the cause for its growth! Pain spreads down to
my loins and causes me to gasp. Big Horn glances back at me. He eyes
the bulge under my front flap and my hand beneath it. An embarrassment
fills me from my revealing stance. I release my long dick and drop my
hand at my side.
My head turns numb. I can't return the brave's hard stare so I drop
my eyes to the ground. I'm relieved when he faces ahead and continues
walking. I follow behind him in shame.
It's not uncommon for a boy to be handling his growth, I assure
myself. What worries me is that Big Horn may think that my excitement
comes from staring at his butt. He had glanced back at my hungry eyes
on him a number of times during our long walk. My long dick has been
aching me. I've not had a chance to offer it a release.
Big Horn slows his pace. He steps up to a bush to relieve himself. I
turn away from him and wait. My eyes look around for danger. Only a few
trees and small bushes announce themselves harmlessly to me. I glance
down at my front flap. My dick is still hard. If I were alone, I'd
gladly pull on it for relief. I'll have to wait until we reach camp
before its lust can be spilt to the ground.
The brave resumes our journey. I shift my burden of rabbits to my left
shoulder and catch up to him. The coarse sack chafes against my skin. A
rain of sweat falls from my body to the dusty elk trail. I keep my
complaint to myself.
I'm startled from my aching shoulders by a strange sight. Big Horn
has bared his butt! His lengthy breechclout is wrapped around his waist
with the end of it dropped down the front of him. I see his balls
hanging down between his striding legs. They are almost a handful.
Many thoughts flash through my head. Has Big Horn stripped to cool
himself? I've heard tales about him baring his ass when across the river.
There's no place to swim in this valley though. I would welcome a pond
to cool off in! The brave continues to keep up a fast pace over the elk
trail. I try to avert my eyes from the man's body. It's very difficult.
I'm puzzled by Big Horn's nude display. Though not uncommon for boys
to be naked during the hot days, a man doesn't. Especially when traveling
in the lands of our enemies. In battle, it's been said that Spear Bearing
warriors have used a fallen brave like a squaw. Big Horn's uncovered ass
invites their lusty attention. I sigh from my own lustful thoughts.
It's no use to deny my spirit. I stare at my companion in front of
me. Big Horn's long hair dances over his back. Its length falls short
of covering his sweaty buttocks. The two half-moons of light colored
skin contrasts that of his darkened back and legs. They catch my eyes
and hold them like sticky tree sap. I have to stop my hands from their
desire to reach out for them.
(Big Horn senses the boy's long stare upon him. Lust takes control. He
turns from the path to stand before a small tree. His hands reach out
to its branches for support. He sticks his butt out while spreading his
legs. The cooling sensation between his cheeks sends a lightning bolt
through his hole. Great anticipation. He waits for the lusting youth to
take his offering of flesh.)
I'm startled by the man's revealing stance. There's no doubt that what
Big Horn is performing is sexual. Naked from behind; he's bent over like
a squaw to attract a needing warrior into her. Big Horn's display enflames
my loins. I'm surprised at what his vulnerability is suggesting.
Whispered words drop into my head. They're from my friend's story of
secret male rites that began when a man bared his ass to another. Song
Bird claimed these men would sexually embrace. It excited me to hear
this from my friend. Yet I doubted the truth of his story. The boy is
three summers younger than myself and is known to make things up.
Song Bird's story reminded me of a naked act we had performed in the
river. It happened when we were playing our tag-and-catch-me game. The
boy had surprised me when he sprung up from the muddy water to embrace
me. He had caught me for the game's sake but held his tight embrace
long enough for my hands to reach around his body. He had smiled when I
rubbed over his rear end. My butt was held. It had stirred strange
feelings in me as they do now for Big Horn.
Song Bird is a boy though. Young; filled with boastful words and
made up stories. I had thought so. My feelings for him is of a deep
friendship and a hope for more if he'd allow it. I'm also a boy until
my naming ritual; free to try out things with others and to explore.
The naked brave crouched before me is a full grown man! How can he
share the same strange desires that I have for other men?
I'm broken from my lustful thoughts by the brave's impatient shrug.
His long hair rises and falls over his shoulders while streaks of sweat
run down his long back to his butt. He brings a hand down to his cheeks
and gently slaps them. I no longer have any doubts. From my young
friend's story I know what Big Horn is expecting from me.
My fingers fumble with the knot in my thong belt. My heart beats
like a frantic war drum inside my chest. I drop my two deerskin cloths
to the ground. Naked, I turn around and stand back to back with the
waiting brave. It's with deep feelings in my heart that I press against
his sweaty butt with my own.
(Big Horn straightens up against the trembling youth. He's disappointed
that Willow Bird didn't stick into him. There's much that the boy will
have to be shown. To calm him, Big Horn grips the boy's hands. He recalls
his own fear when first initiated into the Mahyee-na. Willow Bird has
taken his first step into what will be a wonderful fulfillment for him.)
As Big Horn grasps my hands, I turn my head and look down at our
touching backsides. The smooth skin of his butt presses hard against
mine. Thrilling sensations run up and down my spine. My dick swells
with excitement. I marvel that such a heightened pleasure comes from
holding a man in this naked backwards embrace.
My tender moment with the brave is in silence. Everything around us
has stopped. I'm reminded again of that time with my young friend in
the river. As Song Bird held me, I felt the same thrills as I do now
for Big Horn. Did the boy feel the same thing for me? He had broken our
tender embrace when we heard laughter. Two girls had spied us from the
bank. Song Bird had felt ashamed by our revealing display. He would
never play that game anymore. I never found out if he enjoyed our naked
touching or if he would want to try it again.
My lonely back and buttocks become chilled when Big Horn steps
away. I quickly turn to him. Has our special moment together ended? In
his longing filled eyes I find my answer: hunger... for me! It makes me
afraid for some reason.
Swirling thoughts turn around in my head. This handsome brave; Big
Horn, he's filled with sexual desire for me? I glance down at my dick.
It's sticking up hard against my belly. He must notice it and realize...
The long breechclout that Big Horn wears around his waist hangs down
the front of him. I can't see his dick. Is it hard like mine? His dark
eyes draw me to them. A fierce expression fills the brave's face. I
don't recognize the man that I've know all these years.
I drop my eyes to Big Horn's muscular chest. His sweat glistens in
the sun. I lower my gaze to his lean stomach and see that the middle
of his body is covered. I look lower at his tanned legs poised for
action. It almost seems that he's ready to attack me! There's a bulge
under his front flap. I'm curious to see what his hard dick looks like.
(Big Horn has patiently watched the boy's roaving eyes over his body.
No doubt remains in him about Willow Bird's kindred spirit. A great joy
fills his heart. He breaks the uneasy silence between them.)
"I have seen your nakedness many times," explains the brave, "and
have been attracted to it. This summer was the first time that I saw
your body grow excited in a man's way for mine. I'm pleased that your
dick is long with desire for me. Look upon my excitement for you!"
I watch the man's hands unwrap his long breechclout from around his
waist. It drops to the dirt over my two deerskin cloths. I lower my eyes
to his hairy crotch. Below his bush of dark hair is the man's dick.
It's a very long one. Popped out from the shaft is a crimson head with
sticky fluid dripping from it. I detect its flower-like scent.
My eyes are stuck on Big Horn's erection. I can't believe how long
it is! Its brown shaft sticks out towards me and I'm in awe of it. I'd
never have guessed that its horse length could grow from the limpness
I'd seen in the stream. I understand now why this brave was named. Some
of the warriors had spread tales about him; how his 'horn' was the
longest in the tribe and that no 'woman' could satisfy him.
I compare my erection with his. Although I have the same dark hairs
on my groin, my dick isn't nearly as long as Big Horn's. His is skinnier
though. The tip of it reaches almost to his navel. I hope mine will grow
longer as I mature. My hand has coaxed a white flow from it often enough.
As if knowing my thoughts, Big Horn reaches down to his dick and
begins moving its thick skin. The moist head pops out with a sucking
sound. It fascinates me to watch him beating off. I stand as if rooted
to the ground while the brave performs this in front of me.
One of Song Bird's bolder stories come to mind. He once told me of
warriors who handled their manhood like any boy. Curious to see if it's
true I ask, "when out on a long hunt, will a warrior 'relieve' himself
in hand since his squaw is not along to satisfy him?"
With a grin Big Horn answers, "yes. It's a common thing. Most men
will stroke themselves alone so that no one will look upon their
necessary act."
(Willow Bird chuckles at the brave's words while his eyes blaze with
sexual excitement. Big Horn is curious about something. He knows that
the youth is familiar with the act, and erected, so why isn't he taking
his own need in hand?)
(Big Horn studies the boy's nakedness. He sees that Willow Bird's body
is growing into a man's. His shoulders and chest are well muscled. He
has strong arms and legs. Below his clump of groin hair he bears a
healthy erection. At full length, the tip of it is still tucked within
its foreskin. The man reaches down to the boy and frees it.)
I gasp from the brave's hold on me. His hand pulls back the thick
skin of my dick causing sharp thrills there. My red knob pops out. I
watch the man slowly masturbate me. It feels good. I close my eyes when
the thrills in my dick increase. The man's hold on my nakedness has
made me shy.
(Big Horn watches the boy's straining body. Willow Bird timidly thrusts
through the man's clenched fingers. His butt cheeks flexing with a cute
in and out motion. The brave hungers for the youth's soft cheeks and what
lies within, slimy and tight! For now, he keeps their touching simple.
The man realizes the he must go slow with this inexperienced youth.)
I sigh when Big Horn feels over my butt. His warm hands over me is
very thrilling. I hump in time to his fingers pulling over my long
dick. I'll be proud to show the man that I can squirt out seed.
Big Horn steps closer to me. Our feet touch over our discarded
breechclouts and soft bodies of the rabbits that have spilt from my
sack. The brave's fingers reach under my dick for my balls. I cry out
when he pulls on my tight rounded sac. He cups my swollen balls in the
palm of his hand. I spread my legs so that he may more easily handle my
willing nakedness.
From behind me, the man's fingers trace down the crack of my butt. I
gasp when he rubs over my hole. I'm reminded about the lusty tales of
enemy warriors who have raped the men fallen in battle. What is Big Horn's
intent? My building thrills push away these troubling thoughts. I'd be
willing to perform anything this man asks.
I'm being swept away by the increasing thrills from my body. I reach
for Big Horn's hips to hold on to for support. His hand resumes its
rhythmic hold over my tingling erection; slow, tight pulls over my
dick's thick skin. His fingers rub over my butthole. I moan from it
all. A sharp pain in my butt gets me to cry out. I'm surprised that the
man's finger has tried pushed inside me!
I pull from Big Horn's hands. I stand a few paces away from him
while feeling ashamed for some reason. The pain in my butt subsides. I
glare at the brave to explain himself.
"You have never been afraid of my lessons before," says Big Horn.
"There is much in the ways of sex that you need to learn. It is time
for me to teach you! I offer my body to pleasure yours. Come to me!"
My feet step up to him of their own will. Big Horn's hands resume
their hold around my dick and trembling buttocks. I look into his
commanding eyes. They soften. I become bold by reaching around the man's
lower body for his ass. It's soft and warm in my hands. I grip both
sweaty cheeks and surrender myself in the knowing hands of my mentor.
"Has any man ever taken you in hand as I?" Big Horn asks.
I shake my head in reply. My thoughts race back to my naked embrace
with Song Bird in the river. No. We didn't get far enough along to try
anything sexual. Those girls were watching us. Would my young friend
have allowed my hands to coax an erection from him and to pleasure it?
I gasp for air. Big Horn's hand is close to releasing my dick! I
stab through his fingers and hold breaths. My dick chafes from my
violent motion. I ignore the discomfort and concentrate on the thrills
gained me by my quick thrusts. I'm close to squirting from my dick.
I feel chilled when stabbing through only the air. Where are Big Horn's
warm hands? I open my eyes to find the brave stepped back a pace with his
hands on his hips. There's a sly grin on his face. I feel very silly to be
seen naked with my hard dick pointing at him. More so in me is my need to
release my urgent lust. I open my arms to him questioningly.
"Why have you stopped?" I ask. "My body is like a bow that's ready
to shoot out arrows through my dick!"
(Big Horn steps up to the needing boy. His arms reach lovingly around
Willow Bird's slim body with his hands reaching low for the small
slippery ass. The boy wraps his arms around the brave's body. Their
chests rub while swelling dicks thrust against each other below.
They're embraced in a simple mating position.)
I feel Big Horn's hands over my butt cheeks. He grips them when
thrusting against me in a drum beated rhythm. I reach down for his
flexing ass. My hands feel the man's sexy motion there. His cheeks
tighten and loosen with each of his stabs. It excites me to be feeling
the man's big horn rubbing over my boy-sized erection. His sweat and
sexual dripping makes our loins slick between us. I lean my weary head
against his breast and fall into a daydream...
My naked friend had embraced me the same way last summer. Though our
sweet moment was brief, I had experienced those same deep thrills as I do
in this man's arms. Had Song Bird felt the same emotions for me? He had
smiled after finding my butt with his hands. Was that his way of telling
me so? Big Horn brings me back to him with breathy words in my ear.
"It's a rhythm we'll make," the brave instructs, "not unlike the
steady palm beating over a war drum. Grip my butt and make big thrusts!
My hands will set the pace of our mating."
My hands cup the man's sweaty butt cheeks. His thrusts are quick and
pleasurable. I pull his body to mine and rub my dick over his longer
one. The brave rides my body the same way. It feels natural to embrace
this dear man towards our mutual release. I'm getting caught up in all
these new and exciting sensations.
(The brave mouths over Willow Bird's neck. He hungrily sucks on the
soft skin but leaves no telling marks. The boy moans in response. It
pleases him to gain the sexual pleasure of the youth he's been raising
these handful of summers. Much has yet to be shown the boy. The rite of
the Mahyee-na will make them lovers. He hopes that Willow Bird will
perform the man's role in that deep bonding yet to come.)
Big Horn's ass is really moving under my hands! Deep into it
myself, I notice that I'm mouthing the man's chest. His nipples harden
under my tongue. I'm caught in a fierce, two-beat rhythm. The man
tightens his grasp of my naked body. I stab against his long erection
while squeezing his butt cheeks. Thrilling sensations surge through my
dick. I hold a sweet breath and wait for the explosion that's coming.
(Big Horn notices the boy's tightly shut eyes and the holding of his
breaths. Sure signs of a nearing climax. The brave keeps a fiery breath
inside himself. His own release is only a few heartbeats away.)
"Look at me when we cum!" commands the brave.
I lift my head from Big Horn's chest and open my eyes to his calling.
In the man's face is great tension. His eyes are ablaze with deep
passion - for me! He lowers his face to me and presses his lips on mine.
I'm too excited in my loins to deny the man's strangeness. I kiss him
back. With that simple act, my body's efforts consummate our frantic
love making.
Big Horn's face fades from my sight when I experience something
that's hard to describe. Quick thrills from my dick. Each is intense
and briefly lasting. It's like catching the sweet odor of some distant,
unseen flower. At least four heavy squirts come from me. A wet warmth
comes to our bellies. My breath rushes out of me as a low moan.
(When the boy shoots against him, Big Horn rushes his dick to perform.
It's important to him that their sperm come out together and join as
one. His hands are savage over Willow Bird's body until the man's loins
explode. He grunts out when he cums heavily against the boy. He gasps
for air. It smells of mingled sweat and sperm. Big Horn smiles. Their
first rite in Mahyee-na is completed.)
(A sharp pain fills Big Horn's head. He leans on the boy for support,
fighting against the darkness that tries to overtake him. It's a long
struggle but one the brave wins. He's been meaning to consult with the
shaman about his strange head pain. Yet weakness is a thing any man
tries to hide from others.)
My body quiets down. I hold the heavy brave onto me and wonder why
he seems so faint. Was our mating that intense for him? It's me who
should be swooning like a young girl after having sex. He's the first
man that I've embraced with my need. I'm glad that it was Big Horn.
The man's weight is taken from my arms. I feel stunned. Everything
around me seems to be in slow motion. I watch the brave wipe sweat from
his eyes. I glance down at my belly for the sticky result of what we've
done. This is making love! Pride swells in me from my accomplishment.
As I recover from my first mating, Big Horn takes a leaf and
collects the thick release from his belly and mine. He wraps it within
another leaf. I watch his butt open when he bends over to pick up his
thong belt. I peek between his sweaty cheeks. A brown little hole...
I'm excited to have seen this most naked part of the man!
A strange notion falls into my head. I glance down at my dripping
dick, pointing towards the man's butt and swelling in lust for it.
Would a man willingly allow another to stick a dick into his butthole
as if he were a squaw? It had seemed that Big Horn was offering himself
to me earlier in that way.
I'm distracted from my lusty thoughts. The brave seems to be
performing a solemn ritual. He squats close to the ground. His hands
carefully untie his sacred bundle. Within it, he carefully places our
sperm filled leaves.
"Why have you kept that?" I ask.
Big Horn looks up at the boy and smiles. "Our first mating is sacred,
Willow Bird. A bond that goes deeper that a blood rite. Its special
medicine will be used in the Mahyee-na ritual you'll undergo in two
days time."
"What happens in that rite?" I ask.
"You will see," Big Horn replies. "It's not for others to witness. I
judge your readiness to become Mahyee-na!"
"What is it to become 'Mahyee-na'?" I ask. The word is strange to me.
It's meaning must have come from some other Indian language.
The brave nods his head at Willow Bird's good question. "A man who
is Mahyee-na seeks sexual fulfillment with other men. He desires not
for any woman or girl."
"Is this something he chooses, like deciding between joining the Bow
Society or the Lance Society after becoming a warrior?"
"No," answers Big Horn. "This interest for your own sex begins when
you're a small boy. The desire grows with the maturing of your loins.
Haven't you ever lusted for any of your boyhood friends?"
My thoughts fly back to Song Bird and what we briefly shared in the
river. We both enjoyed our naked embrace. He was eleven then. Yet even
at that young age, the boy revealed his desire for me.
Big Horn nods from my long pause. I'm reluctant to tell him about my
young friend so I don't ask the brave if he's ever had sex in his youth.
I'm struck by another concern and voice it.
"You've shown me one way to make love," I begin. "How else can two
men embrace to join their bodies?" I'm feigning ignorance for an act
that I suspect is possible.
Big Horn gives no reply. Instead, he points down at our breechclouts.
I reach down to fetch them along with my heavy sack of rabbits. The brave
helps tie my thong belt around my waist while I hang my two cloths over
the front and rear of my body.
The man's fingers trace down the crack of my butt. He touches my
moist hole. I turn to him with a sly grin.
"In the Mahyee-na rite we'll be joined with our dicks seeding in
each other's butthole," explains Big Horn. "It's a most pleasurable
thing! I offered mine earlier to you. I was surprised when you didn't
stick into it."
I lower my head as if shamed. The man's words are bold and
difficult to listen to when staring into his eyes. Was it doubt, fear,
or something else that had kept me from mounting his butt? I'm taken
from these thoughts by the serious expression filling Big Horn's face.
"I want you to know that I've had a lover before," Big Horn
whispers. "A man not from our tribe. I allowed him to mount me because
of the heart-felt love that he gave me in exchange for it. I feel that
our hearts could become one. You're like a son I've never had but
without the restrictions of taboo that would prevent me from loving you
with my loins as well. What am I to you?"
I see in Big Horn's eyes the need to see my heart. I offer him what's
inside me. "You're like an older brother who has taken on a father's
responsibility to teach me the skills I'll need to become a man. I've
enjoyed our lusty embrace... but is that love?"
"You will learn to realize that in time. But come, we have far to go
before reaching our tribe with your rabbits."
I watch the brave cover his body with his long cloth. The front end
is pulled over his thong belt and dropped over his loins in front. He
pulls the remaining length under him to end over his thong belt above
his butt. The end of it drops down in back. It strikes me how narrow
his rear cloth is when compared to the width of his breechclout in
front. The other men of our tribe have a wider butt covering.
The brave notices where my eyes fall on him. He makes me laugh when
slapping his butt cheeks under his small rear cloth. I understand its
meaning. Any movement causes his breechclout to 'flap' over his butt. A
man who might lust for Big Horn would suspect his Mahyee-na desire to
get fucked.
Big Horn smiles. "I see that you've come of age, Willow Bird, having
lost your boyish innocence from our embrace!"
(The brave turns to the path before him. His heart is glad to see
Willow Bird turning into a young man.)
I shoulder my burden of rabbits. Big Horn leads our way back to
camp. It's a slower pace, probably caused from the tiring effort of
releasing seed to each other.
Without shame now, I watch the rear deerskin cloth flapping over his
butt and it makes me sigh. I'm thrilled to know that my butt has
touched his. All of his words and lusty acts go around in my head. I
relive the feel of his daring hands all over me and the things I felt
in his surging arms, yet I'm not the first. Who was Big Horn's lover?
Why aren't they still together?
I also wonder what this brave will show me inside his tipi in two
nights time. Man-to-man love in Mahyee-na he had said. Thrilling
notions of sex go around in my head.
It's a long walk back to camp. My eyes follow every movement of Big
Horn's flexing cheeks beneath the small rear flap. It barely covers
him. I'm a little embarrassed at the reason why. Mostly, I'm thrilled
by his bold display.
Darkness falls. I turn my eyes inward; at what I've seen deep within
the brave's sweaty cheeks. His brown hole seems small to take into it
another man's dick. Yet he claimed that a warrior has penetrated it. My
erection is smaller. What would it feel like to thrust into this brave's
asshole? My chance to have tried it was offered me and lost. I had been
unsure of myself. Now, I'll have to wait for the ritual.
I think over what adult pleasures could have been mine this day...
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