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    WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-3                 "Willow Bird Finds His Love"
    (Part #3 of 8)                               Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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       "Not here," I answer the frantic boy. "The river makes your body too
    slippery in my arms."

       A hawk's cry above our heads draws my friend's attention. Fear comes
    into his eyes. He quickly looks around for an intruder while his hands
    fall away from my body.

       I study the grassy bank and look into the trees but find no eyes
    upon us. "We're alone," I assure the boy. "But come. We'll make love in
    the tall weeds."

       Song Bird slowly nods his head. Some playfulness comes back into him
    when he holds out his arms to me in a gesture to play a familiar game.
    I turn from him while dropping into the river. "I await my young master!"
    The boy eagerly mounts my back.

       I grip Song Bird's legs and carry him through the water while
    snorting like a wild horse. He giggles with glea. I've seen boys riding
    on the backs of their older brothers in play but with both of us naked,
    and erected, I hope no one is spying upon our revealing game.

       The feel of my friend's erection against the crack of my butt is
    thrilling. He thrusts against me with each striding gait. I
    deliberately keep my pace slow towards the shore. A plan forms in my
    head of how to prolong our lusty game.

       I turn against the river's current when we reach the shallows and
    run alongside the bank. Song Bird has to hold on tight or fall off. He
    voices his surprise. I neigh like a horse and turn wildly again.

       The boy comes to understand my new game. He taps on my right
    shoulder and I turn in that direction. We eventually head towards
    shore. I step onto its bank and slow to a walk.

       Without the supporting water, Song Bird rides lower on my body. His
    erection sticks between my butt cheeks. The sensation is very exciting.
    I look down at my belly to see my dick standing against it. There's no
    way to reach down and handle it. My hands are holding the boy's thighs.

       Song Bird presses his face into my neck. His arms tighten around my
    shoulders. I feel his quick breaths and the motion of his body. A quick
    stab through my cheeks. My eyes widen at what the boy is trying.

       A lusty thought strikes me. I spread my legs over the river bank and
    bend over. The boy's erection fully enters my butt. My grip on his
    thighs forces his stab. The slipperiness of our bodies makes this an
    easy task. I stick my butt out and aim again. The boy's hard pole pushes
    against the tightness of my hole.

       I cry out when the boy fully sheathes into my ass. His long dick in
    me brings much pain. My arms weaken, releasing my friend to the river
    with a splash. I carefully squat into the cold water next to him. How
    can his small erection have caused such a pain to my butthole?

       The warmth of Song Bird's hand to my shoulder is a comfort. I
    shamefully turn to face him. Worry is on his brown face yet his
    understanding soothes my heart. I'm disappointed for not having been
    fulfilling to his desire to mount me.

       "Did it hurt or something?" Song Bird asks.

       I nod my head. The boy stands up and handles his little dick. He
    excites it quickly against his belly. Like Big Horn's erection, his is
    also skinny around. A boy's length though. He pulls the skin back to
    free its rosy tip. Quick stroking follow. I'm fascinated by the moist
    knob popping in and out from the loose skin. The boy is in urgent need
    to come out.

       A lusty idea comes to me. It's something I want to try on the boy.
    First, I ask Song Bird a curious thing. "Did Coyote Thief really suck
    on the stallion's cock?" The youth gives me a sly grin. Are his thoughts
    the same as mine?

       "I saw the warrior handle the stallion's long dong with both hands
    and he mouthed over the pink knob sticking out. It was a most beastly
    act as I've ever seen!"

       "Do you think that the stallion enjoyed feeling the warrior's mouth
    over his cock?" I ask suggestingly. The boy giggles. His hand pauses
    from its urgent task around his long pole. I pounce on it.

       With my mouth open, I face the boy's groin and go down on his
    erection. My hands grip his little butt so he can't escape. Its length
    sticks all the way into me; a stiff boy against my tongue. My lips
    close around the fleshy stick when his balls touch my chin.

       Song Bird gasps in surprise. Yet he doesn't struggle to pull away. I
    begin the sexy motion. My head bobs over his smooth groin. His fleshy
    stick is warm and tasteful. Its sourness reminds me of aging fat. My
    tongue finds more of it inside the boy's foreskin. I realize what it
    is. When I've not cleaned my penis, a smelly paste forms under the
    skin. I'm strangely excited to find this inside my friend's pole. A
    sort of proof that I'm actually sucking on it!

       The boy touches my shoulders, not really holding them. His butt
    wiggles like a slippery fish that my hands have caught. I hear his quick
    breaths. The sensation must really be intense for him. I realize that
    sucking on his dick will get him to sperm. What will drinking it be
    like. Do I want to?

       Before I can decide to continue or not, the boy cries out as if in
    pain. His dick quickly stabs through my mouth. It spurts again and
    again. I taste the sweetness of his watery seed. Now I know that my
    young friend hasn't the thick seed of a man. A young boy's release is
    good tasting.

       Song Bird pulls from my mouth and sits heavily into the river beside
    me. His face is flushed. I wrap an arm around his shoulder to steady
    him. I'm proud of his accomplishment.

       I swallow the boy's release. It's rather sticky in my throat but
    sweet tasting, unlike what I've curiously tasted from my thicker sperm.
    The boy won't meet my eyes. He must realize that I've drunk of his loins.

       I begin stroking over my aching dick. Although the water is cold, I'm
    erected and in need to release it. A sly grin fills the boy's face. He
    stares at my hand's revealing motion under the water and giggles
    mischieviously.

       The youth's slippery warmth rushes into my lap. My dick gets
    squashed! His arms and legs surround my body when he faces me in the
    river. I'm not sure what the boy has in mind.

       "I'll keep you warm," says Song Bird. "Keep doing it."

       I grin at my friend's offer to hold me. Yet my hand can't find room
    beneath his body to stroke off. I find his butt with my hands and stick
    my dick in. My urgent thrusts begin. I'm not trying to fuck the boy's
    asshole but to rub between his warm cheeks. I've such a need to get my
    sperm out.

       I rest my head on Song Bird's shoulder. My arms wrap lovingly around
    his small body. We share our warmth against the river's cold spirit.
    Inside me, I'm on fire! My dick goes deeper through his butt. Quick in
    and out stabs. My tip finds a wonderful tightness to push against. A
    sharp thrill goes through my dick. Lust takes control!

       I fuck through the boy's ass with deepening quick stabs. My butt
    flexes wildly over the river's sandy bottom. A heated tightness
    surrounds the knob of my long dick. It's such an intense feeling to be
    pushing inside him! Song Bird cries out in pain. My heavy squirts
    filling his asshole announce my lusty accomplishment: the rape of my
    dear friend. My brief ecstasy turns to guilt and deep pain in my heart.

       The frightened youth pushes on my chest to separate our bodies. I
    feel one last squirt going into his tight hole; a thrilling pull on
    my dick. The boy's asshole frees itself of my length. Song Bird falls
    into the river in renewed pain. Conquered.

       I gather the boy into my arms. There's such anguish and pain in me
    for my wrong done to him. His eyes are tightly shut. He takes in pained
    breaths through his mouth. I carry my friend to the river bank.

       Song Bird struggles out of my arms. He shakily stands in the river's
    shallows. His eyes are ablaze with anger for me. I glance down at my
    dick. A telling brown stain covers it.

       The boy rubs over his aching butt. My hands reach out to him with an
    offer of a massage. His narrowing eyes warn me not to approach. I stand
    near him in silence. In pain, like him.

       "I'm sorry..." my mouth utters in a low whisper. My hand finds his
    shoulder and grips it. The warmth of his body shoots into my heart. I
    ask for his forgiveness again. The boy's tense face begins to relax. He
    nods his head and that gesture offers me hope. The physical pain for
    him has passed. But what about his heart?

       The boy squats in the river; his legs spread and his butt opens. He
    pushes out my forced love from his asshole. The river swallows it up. I
    genly splash water against his cheeks. His hand wipes the crack clean.

       I drop into the cold river to wash off my butt-stained dick. All
    proof of the boy's rape vanishes into the muddy water. If only I could
    get my friend to forget his pain and for me to be rid of the great
    shame that's strangling my heart.

       Song Bird walks onto the bank and sits down. He winces in pain over
    the soft moss. I come to his side with my face filling with hope for his
    forgiveness. He remains silent. Head down. I voice a silent plea unto
    our Father for aid.

       After many heartbeats, Song Bird raises his head. I try capturing his
    eyes. He stares at my left hand instead. I remember my newly found ring.
    His interest in it gives me an idea of how to regain his friendship.

       I pull the ring from my finger and drop my silvery offering into the
    boy's palm. "It's yours," I whisper. His eyes widen in great surprise.

       "But why?" Song Bird asks in astonishment.

       "I offer it in the special friendship that you've always given me,"
    I answer, "and to show the deep sorrow that I'm feeling for having hurt
    you. I love you."

       Song Bird shakes his head. "It's too much. I've already forgiven your
    lusty act in the river. You don't need to be giving me your God Gift!"

       It's my turn to shake my head. "The ring is yours. If you must, gift
    me with something when we return to camp."

       Song Bird answers, "I have nothing that can match your fine ring.
    Even had I a horse to give you, it wouldn't be enough!"

       An uneasy silence comes between us. I reach around my friend's body
    to bring him closer to me. His warmth soothes my heart. I watch the boy
    rub his fingers over the ring in his hand. Yet his thoughts seem far
    away. Why can't he accept it?

    (Song Bird's head is racing. He's trying to find something of value that
    he can give his friend. It's not so much for the ring but the special
    friendship that Willow Bird has given throughout the years. What could
    he offer that would give proper meaning to that, he wonders?)

    (A story comes to the boy. It was told many winters ago by the tribe's
    shaman. A teaching story about a young brave who had owed an enemy a great
    debt; his life. Some quirk of fate had brought this about. The enemy
    warrior allowed his captive to go free but with the debt of the brave's
    life between them to be settled on one condition: the young brave must
    take not the life of his next enemy in battle. And it was done.)

    (The boy reasons that if a life could be given and taken, why not a part
    of the body? A bold idea forms in his head. He hopes that it will be
    accepted by his friend.)

       In a formal voice, Song Bird speaks his vow. "Willow Bird: I give to
    you the manly function of my penis. Only by your word or deed will it
    perform. I shall not give its pleasure to any other. Only to the one...
    I love."

       I'm amazed by my young friend's words. I understand what he offers
    me. "I accept your gift, Song Bird, but it is far greater than the
    ring so I must give a part back to you. That function is mine as you
    say but for only that time your boyish release remains clear. You
    become a man when your sperm thickens and turns white. You become
    released from your vow when that happens."

    (Song Bird thinks through what his friend has said. It makes sense. His
    friend will have sexual charge over him for about a year. He'll learn
    much from Willow Bird in that time, especially with Big Horn showing him
    all the male love-acts of the Mahyee-na.)

       The boy turns to his friend again and speaks. "By the Great Spirit, I
    hear and agree to your spoken words with mine. I'm bound by my pledge
    unto you."

       "I accept your oath, Song Bird."

    (The boy puts on his new ring and looks upon it with great joy. Willow
    Bird shares in that joy for he has gained his friend's full devotion.)

       "Let's get back to camp," I ask my young friend. "We've spent enough
    time here and my mother will have chores waiting for me to perform."

       "She always has," the boy answers. "You cannot have pleasure without
    some pain." Song Bird leaps up and streaks into the forest towards camp.

       I eagerly chase after my swift friend. My eyes glance down his back
    to his rear end. The boy has nice smallish cheeks. My eyes follow each
    flexing stride. I'm reminded of Big Horn's bared display. It surprises
    me that I've denied taking the brave's ass but took the boy's instead.
    Is my seed really deep inside him? The thought is both pleasurable to
    me and strange.

       My eyes widen in surprise. I shout out, "Song Bird, we're still both
    naked! We can't return to camp until we find our breechclouts!" I lead
    the young boy back to the river at a run. It's a short race. I find our
    deerskin cloths first. Song Bird touches my shoulder in submission. In
    his eyes, I see that he had really wanted to win our foot race.

       I study Song Bird while catching my breath. Why do I love this
    particular boy in our tribe? There are other handsome youths to choose
    from. All boys have the need to pull on their dicks. And to make
    friendships. My heart is gladdened to have achieved both with this boy.

       My thoughts turn to Big Horn. He's the only man of the tribe that
    makes love with those of his sex. Most of the other warriors and braves
    have squaws. I suppose that it's your spirit inside you that directs who
    you'll love. I want this boy. Song Bird has also chosen me. It is a good
    thing that's happened today!

       My love for him bursts inside my chest. My heart is full for this boy.
    I reach out to touch his short hair. My fingers fall to his smiling face.
    He closes his eyes when I rub over his soft cheeks. My love affects him.

       I glance down at his youthful body. Flat stomach. Smallish arms and
    legs - he'll need bigger muscles when becoming a man. As a chief's son,
    he doesn't work as hard as the other youths. Yet inside his head, he
    knows more things than I. That must have come from watching his father
    in council. It must be nice to have a father to learn from.

       Big Horn has taught me well. I'm glad for his teachings. Yet it's
    not the same as having a real father living with my mother and me in
    the tipi. My nights are often spent without a man's council. I've so
    many questions to ask sometimes! My answers have to wait until I see
    Big Horn the next day.  By then, I've sometimes forgotten what to ask.

       I come out from my deep thoughts. Song Bird wiggles his hips to
    attract my attention to his penis. It's hard against his belly. There's
    a good length to it when compared to other boys his age. Yet the red tip
    of it remains hidden within the thick skin. I get the urge to free it.

       The boy bends over at that moment to retrieve his breechclout. I
    quickly step on the cloths. He turns to me in surprise. Our racing here
    has given him an erection. This gives me the idea and opportunity to
    try something. I voice my intentions. "Song Bird, don't cover yourself
    up yet. By your vow, I ask that you 'perform' for me!"

       The youth gives his tall friend a suspicious look. "What would have
    have me do?" he asks in a sly voice. With his erection in hand, the boy
    begins pulling over it. The familiar tingles build up.

       I smile at his innocent display. We'll perform an adult act if I can
    coax him into me again. I lay over our soft breechclouts on my belly.
    My legs spread while I raise my butt slightly from the ground. I spit
    to my fingers and wet my opening hole. The boy's eyes widen.

       A strange thrill goes through my body. I want this boy to lay over
    me and to stick his little dick into my ass. His thickness is about the
    same as Big Horn's. It's a shorter reach though. I'll experience how my
    butt can take a male's need into it so I won't be so fearful tomorrow
    night with Big Horn laying over me.

       I glance back at Song Bird. He slowly comes to sit over my legs. I
    spit to my finger and wet my hole again. There's some pain when I stick
    a finger inside. I'm so tight! How will I be able to take into me the
    boy's erection?

       My body trembles. I'm embarrassed by my signs of weakness. Small
    hands come to my butt and gently handle it. The boy massages over both
    of my cheeks, relaxing me. I sigh from the good sensations.

       I gasp when feeling Song Bird's lips over my butt. His kisses enflame
    me with passion! I spread my legs to open all of me to the hungry youth.
    Yet he keeps from mouthing near my hole. Too smelly? My erection pains
    me from not being able to handle it. This moment is for my young friend.
    His pleasure.

       The boy's weight is taken from my legs. He lays on top of me; a stab
    tries finding my hole. I prepare for the pain. Silently, I vow to myself
    to endure his thrusts. This will be in trade for having taken my friend's
    butthole against his will.

       I keep a pained breath within me. It's a strange sensation to have
    the boy's dick sticking through my butthole. He slowly connects our
    bodies. Before I realize it, Song Bird has his full weight across my
    back. His hands reach for my sides and hold tight. I feel his shallow
    thrusts beginning in me.

       "Does it hurt?" the boy asks. He pauses from his thrusts.

       I draw in a slow breath. "No," I answer in a lie. "Go ahead with it."
    The boy's dick is like a knife stabbing into my hole!

    (Song Bird eagerly proceeds. He pushes through the older boy's butthole.
    The tightness and warmth around his dick sends him into a frenzy. His
    pole becomes intense. The boy cries out in sweet agony.)

       I feel a gurgle inside me from the tip of his pole. The boy cries
    out. Is he already sperming me? His body becomes still over mine. I feel
    a little disappointed.

       "Too soon," gasps Song Bird. "It came out already!"

       I slowly nod my head. I'm happy that my friend has realized his
    pleasure inside my butt. The first one to put his seed in me! I get a
    strange pleasure from that thought. Yet I wonder what it's like to
    endure a longer fuck or to be mounted by several men in a row. I've
    heard about the battle field atrocities committed by enemy warriors upon
    the fallen. An unfortunate brave is sometimes left with his life though
    his butt is filled with the lusty releases from many men.

       Song Bird's dick is still long in me. And with my hole filled with
    its slippery release, his thrusts won't pain me as before. I try to
    keep my voice from sounding like begging.

       "Thrust me some more," I ask. "It'll take longer for you to cum but I
    want to feel your dick inside me longer."

       The boy grips my sides with his small hands. He attacks my butt with
    his fleshy weapon. It doesn't hurt as before. I feel the ease of his
    erection moving through me. A quick mounting. I wonder how long the
    youth can keep that up.

       The thought of getting fucked again is thrilling! My pain fades,
    almost as if it's changing into a strange kind of pleasure. I feel my
    long dick throbbing over our breechclouts. His deeper, quick stabs make
    me pant for breath from its strange sensation. I feel like the wanting
    she-dog who takes the lusty male inside of her. The boy's dick moving
    through my hole almost gets me to cum.

       Song Bird's hands lower to my hips. He lifts himself from my butt
    and plunges deep inside me. I enjoy feeling his weight across my back;
    his lusty use of my ass. His breaths blow hot above me. He must be
    achieving much pleasure.

       My thoughts turn to Big Horn. How will I be able to endure that man's
    lengthy cock through my asshole? This youth's dick is but a knife when
    compared to the brave's long spear. I'm sure that it'll hurt more
    tomorrow night.

       I could ask Song Bird to mount me before I enter Big Horn's tipi. My
    butthole would be used to getting dicked and plenty slippery before the
    man's use of it. A giggle escapes my lips. It would be thrilling to bend
    over for the brave's need when secretly knowing that my asshole was
    already filled with a boy's clear release!

       Song Bird struggles towards his second climax inside my butt. His
    hard dick plunges through my slimy butthole with a sucking sound. His
    hands are tight around my hips. I feel his heated breaths blow over my
    sweaty back. The boy is deep in sex's powerful spell.

       I'm also becoming entranced. My dick surges below me. I feel the
    pleasure of our fleshy joining even though I can't reach down to handle
    myself. To enhance the boy's pleasure, I stick my butt up to meet each
    of his stabs. It makes for a quick, squishy sound of sex. It's amazing
    that I'm allowing my butt to be vulnerable to another male's lusty
    need. I'm surrendering my body to rape, just like that fallen brave on
    the battlefield. The boy's body is intimately inside of my body. A
    strange sense of fulfillment comes from knowing that.

       I think back to my long walk with Big Horn. His small rear flap was
    a tease to my lusty desire. It made me curious to find out what fucking
    the man's slimy tight butthole would have been like. When night fell, I
    had tried to gain the courage to grab the brave from behind and stick
    into his butt. Yet I couldn't bring myself to try it.

       There may have been men other than Coyote Thief who have taken Big
    Horn like a squaw. The brave's rear flap is small over his butt. Any
    lusting man would understand its meaning. I didn't. I've been blinded by
    my fear. Afraid of having it discovered that I lust for those of my sex.
    It has kept me from becoming Mahyee-na!

       I'll follow in Big Horn's footsteps. I want to wear a small rear flap
    or dare to cover the crack of my butt with only a slim thong. The men and
    boys would understand its lusty meaning. I'm fatherless and the poorest
    boy in the tribe with nothing to lose. My butt should be conquered.

       I'm interrupted from my thoughts by a sharp sensation going through
    my dick. I rub against the soft cloths beneath me. My butt humps in
    time to the boy's thrusts. I hold in breaths to deepen the thrills
    towards my release. It'll be soon.

       Song Bird's motion in me changes. He no longer plunges through my
    ass but grinds his smooth groin against my sweaty cheeks. Quick,
    shallow stabs. I can hardly feel them. His heated breaths no longer
    blow across my back. I know all too well the meaning of that.

       The boy cries out. His quick stabs become wild and chaotic. He's
    filling me with his boyish seed again. My butthole is thirsty for it.
    Below, I feel a sharp sensation from my dick. I spurt against our
    breechclouts. What an intense thrill!

       Song Bird moans with relief from his second release. I rub against
    the cloths with my spurting dick until the wonderful thrills there flee
    away like spooked deer. My spirit soars like an eagle!

       The sweaty body of my young friend rests over my back. His hands
    loosen from their hold on my hips. Heated breaths blow across my
    shoulder blades. I pant in the dirt like the fallen elk bull a warrior
    has speared. Conquered! The thought of it has me longing for Big Horn's
    dick in me tomorrow night.

       A calmness fills my being. My lust has been spent to our breechclouts.
    I feel regret for having allowed my thoughts of utter lust to fill my
    head. I love Song Bird. It's enough to have given him this part of me
    for his need. I don't want other men fucking me. My lust had me planning
    strange things!

       "It felt good," whispers Song Bird. "Were you much hurt by my
    stabbing dick?"

       I laugh in reply. "Yours is but a 'small one' when compared to what
    my butthole will have to endure tomorrow night!"

       Song Bird giggles. "Is that what Big Horn has planned in his tipi for
    you tomorrow?"

       "Yes. We're to seed each other's butt in some kind of binding
    ritual. That's how Coyote Thief initiated Big Horn and how the brave
    will be initiating me. I could have stuck into him yesterday but I
    didn't understand the full meaning of why he had uncovered his butt."

       Song Bird pulls out of my body. I feel some pain; a desperate
    clinging of my butthole around the boy's spent penis. He parts my
    cheeks. I turn my head to see the youth peeking into my butt for signs
    of his mounting.

       "It must all be inside you," Song Bird explains with awe.

       I rise from the ground with a sly grin. A strange sense of completion
    comes from having captured the boy's sperm in me. I slap my cheeks to
    show my pride for his manly deed. "All deep inside me!" The boy giggles
    in his high-pitched voice.

    (Song Bird becomes serious.) "How did it feel to be mounted?" he asks.
    "You seem to have enjoyed it more than I."

       I think a moment before giving a reply. "My butt was hurt a little from
    your dicking. Yet to have given you this part of me for love; our bodies
    joined like a man to his beloved squaw. It's brought us closer together."

       The boy slowly nods his head. He reaches for his breechclout at our
    feet and points out my wet stain upon it. It's my turn to nod my head. He
    gathers my thick seed into his hand to examine it. I become embarrassed
    for some reason.

       My breechclout lies at my feet. I fetch it and quickly wrap it around
    my waist. The boy continues to handle my sticky release. He even sniffs
    it! I feel an urge from my penis and step away to a bush. My yellow
    stream goes from me to the ground. Song Bird walks to my side. I pause
    from pissing in front of the boy because of my shyness.

       "Why have you stopped?" the boy asks.

       I try to continue it. Yet, I feel uncomfortable that my friend is
    watching me. "It's a strange thing," I explain. "We've just made love
    but I find it hard to piss in front of you."

       Song Bird nods his head. He points his pole at the ground and
    relieves himself but with some difficulty. I relax and soon join him
    with our yellow streams crossing over a low bush. We finish with smiles
    on our faces. Yet another new thing that we've shared with each other.

       My friend turns from the bush and dons his breechclout. He runs into
    the forest while slapping his butt. I give chase. The small cloths over
    the youth's body flap as he runs. Not much in the way of cover for his
    slim body but enough for a young boy.

       I smile when Song Bird raises his ringed left hand above his head.
    Everyone will notice it. A proof of my love to the boy though I'm sure
    that he'll keep that part a secret. A great happiness fills me.

       Much have we shared this day. Our hearts, spirits and flesh have
    joined as one. A more fulfilling thing for me to have done with the boy
    than with Big Horn. I love that man in a different way. A father rather
    than a lover. I fear the brave's binding rite and what he may ask of me
    tomorrow night. My heart is already Song Bird's.

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