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WILLOW-BIRD-WARRIOR-8 "Willow Bird, Warrior, part 8"
(Part #8 with addition text added) Copyright 1999 by Vince Water
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* "Willow Bird, Warrior" *
- part 8 -
My left hand tingles after feeling the strong hold from this healer
shaman. Snarling Bear may be old but he has Power. I peer into his eyes
with growing understanding. The man grunts. He gives me a 'circle' gesture
that proves he knows what just happened to me.
I hold my body taunt as if stunned. Second Bird gives me a worried look
that makes me realize that I've been holding my breath. My straining
muscles relax. I release a loud sigh and collapse over my ground mat. Ouch!
I'm clenching my teeth to the throbbing pains coming from many parts of my
body so that I won't cry out. More piercing than my hurts is what I've just
remembered. It's as if I've flown Back to an earlier part of this summer to
relive a part of my life. That strange boy... His silvery gift! It wasn't
simply a lucky find in the sandy bottom of the river as I had thought. He
passed on its Power to me.
There are many questions forming in my head. Which ones to ask first? My
most urgent concern is about that strange boy. What can Snarling Bear tell
me about him?
The shaman has risen to his feet and leaves. I notice that his movements
are closely watched by Makes Bows; an honor guard. Disappointment fills my
breast for not being able to ask Snarling Bear my questions. I return the
worried stares of my brother.
After a moment, Second Bird turns from watching the warrior's departure
to look deep into my eyes. He finds my right hand and grips it. A trembling
hold... I realize that something is troubling him.
"What did he do to you?" asks Second Bird.
"Do? Why do you think he did anything to me?"
"I felt something odd," explains Second Bird. "That warrior struck you
with his words like a tomahawk blow."
I nod my head in agreement. "Yes. He sent me flying Back." I try
swallowing past the tight knot in my throat and can almost taste the sticky
remains of that strange boy's cum I'd swallowed.
Second Bird shakes his head in frustration, not understanding my answer.
I don't even try to explain. His sad eyes sweep over my injured body. It
has me noticing the ugly bite wounds to my arms and the many lines of blood
scratches over my chest. Peering lower, I see the black burns over my legs
that must have come from the desperate act of searing the deeper bite
punctures to them. Those will leave bad scars. It saddens me that my boyish
body is toughening into a man's.
"I'm starting to look like Swift..." My mouth closes to prevent uttering
the name of that dead warrior. I don't feel much sense of loss though. I
Saw that man's wondrous flight to the Above - a joyful place when compared
to here. A part of me still feels caught between. It's like I'm the soaring
peaks of a mountain being swept by passing clouds. Touching the sky...
Connected.
"Where have you been?" asks Second Bird.
"Back," I answer dreamily. "My Now was given the path forward from being
Shown what has been behind me."
"Shaman's words."
I'm struck by what Second Bird has said. Who else has told me this same
thing? I return to my place on the earth. My body is aching. I'm really
tired so my eyes close to find sleep. It comforts me to feel the warmth of
my brother laying close at my side.
I'm startled awake by the loud crash of thunder. The canopy above is
fluttering wildly in the wind. My nose breathes in obvious moisture.
Darkness. I feel the cool air of a storm coming. Horses are whinnying in
fear. Shouts come from the men as they try securing our camp. My heart
squeezes with fear.
I should help them! When I try getting to my feet, my legs fail me. I
drop back to my ground mat in pain. I'm forgetting how close to death I'd
come from my injuries. My arms throb. I remain still with closed eyes to
fight the nausea caused by my aching body. My head fills with many
thoughts. I welcome them since it helps keep my mind off the pain.
How fierce is the approaching storm? I know that Stands Tall is a good
war leader who can rally his men to the tasks of securing our camp. The
horses will be his most urgent concern. Their legs must be hobbled to
prevent them from being spooked away from camp. I wonder if Snarling Bear
and his young companions will help? If they aren't intent on keeping the
peace though, they could use this distraction to wreak havoc on us.
Something attacks me! I fling out my arm to deflect the warrior's blow
before realizing that it's only a boy. He whimpers against my chest. I hold
Running Wolf close to comfort him. The pains of my body are ignored. I
listen to the distant shouts for what's going on. It seems that our camp in
in chaos.
There's a bright sky flash. I listen to the heartbeats in my ears and
count to six before hearing thunder. Running Wolf cries out in fear. I
clutch the naked youth close to keep him from bolting away. The men have
enough on their hands than to be chasing after a frightened little boy.
"It's alright," I assure the youth. "The storm will bring much-needed
rain to these dead lands."
The wind brings up dust first. I feel its coarseness blowing past my
face while my nose fills with the odor of burnt grass. The rains are coming.
I'm glad since that will quench the land's thirst and bring up new grass.
More lightning! The boy trembles against my chest and his arms tighten
around me in anticipation of the more scarier thing coming. I count my
heartbeats. The expected sky booming comes at four. That means the storm
is racing our way. A wild fluttering comes from above us. The canopy is
straining at its rope lines from the wind. Its shelter wasn't meant to keep
out storms.
"Scared!" cries the boy.
"You're safe in my arms." An idea comes to me. I slowly turn onto my
right side. With my body, I'm sheltering Running Wolf against what is
coming. My nose smells rain. The wind races past us like a wild buffalo
stampede. I'm feeling as scared as the boy. More flashes make it past my
tightly shut eyelids. I try not counting the few heartbeats it takes to
hear the crashing thunder. The storm is nearly upon us!
There's a tearing sound followed by loud snaps. Something whips past my
back. I no longer hear the wild fluttering of the canopy since it must have
blown away. Lightning! The thunder drowns out the men's cries in camp and
that of the spooked horses.
"Don't go... no. No!"
I keep my arms tight around the frightened youth. What does he mean? I'm
not going to leave him.
"Mommy... No!" (Running Wolf pounds against Willow Bird's arms.)
My breast tightens with anguish. I feel what the boy is going through.
He's reliving that terrible night of his mother's death and how his father
prevented him from answering her last summons.
"She has flown to the Above," I explain. "It's a better place than here.
Don't be unhappy; one day - you will join her." Running Wolf continues to
struggle in my arms. His fist strikes one of my bite wounds. Pain! It
causes my head to swim in dark waters. I'm drowning... I fight to the
surface for breath.
A slow flash of lightning comes down on us; it reveals a hidden path to
the Above. When I try taking the boy's hand to lead him up, I discover that
his body and mine are still down on our Mother. We're glowing spirits! We
roll like balls up along the beam of lightning. Higher... and higher. We're
met by a gentle spirit in a wondrous Place of Light. She kisses her son. I
feel joy and much gratitude for her healing touch. Our lightning path soon
fades; we fall back down.
My body is covered with tears. We huddle together from the howling night
storm and try to keep warm in the pouring rain. I gasp for breath. It feels
like I'm laying in a river that threatens to drown us. Painfully, I try
sitting up. The trembling youth is brought into my lap with his chest
pressed against mine. His thin arms try encircling my back. I hold his
small form in my arms that won't ever let him go.
The rain pounds down on my head. I'm feeling the loss of protection from
not having long hair. Running Wolf whimpers. I shoo him against the storm's
fury that seems to be dying down. The wind isn't as fierce. Thunder is
heard only in the distance. The rain striking the ground fills our ears
like the roar of many people clapping their hands together without
stopping.
"Do you hear?" I ask. "The angry part of the storm has gone away!"
Running Wolf ends his whimpering. We continue to hold each other close in
the steady downpour.
There's utter darkness around us. No more shouting from the men. My arms
loosen around the boy since they're aching me. He gasps for air against my
chest. Hiccuping? I try tickling the youth's sides to get him to stop. The
boy's tongue presses against me. I feel the rain flowing down my skin and
realize that he's drinking it from my body. It's a very tickly sensation.
With a raised head, I eagerly fill my mouth with the cool rain.
Running Wolf explores my chest with his soft mouth. I turn slightly
until the boy is kissing my breast. My left nipple hardens in his mouth.
Like a mother suckling her babe, I feel the boy on me. His sucking is a new
sensation for me to enjoy.
Several swallows of rain water are taken to relieve my thirst. When I
lower my head, Running Wolf's lips press against mine. I have no water to
push into his mouth. The boy coaxes me to surrender him a drink when his
small tongue darts in my mouth and swirls.
Without water to give the boy, I offer him a kiss. My trembling lips rub
against his. It's very sweet like my first kiss with Song Bird! I wonder
how a nine-year-old will react to such an adult act? I prepare myself. To
my surprise, the youth accepts my offer - it sends my heart soaring like an
eagle! I stick my tongue into his mouth to join in the boy's sticky dance.
We are kissing as lovers.
My hands reach lower of Running Wolf's body to cup the small cheeks to
his butt. They're wet and slippery in my hands. I notice the boy's male
excitement against my belly; a hard twig. My erection forms in response. It
sticks past the youth's balls to grow in his wiggly butt.
My breechclout is gone. I realize that its thong belt must have snapped
when I turned against my ground mat. I'm sitting naked with the boy facing
me in my lap. My dick pushes for entrance under him. I'm feeling such need
in me to be giving this boy a loving fuck.
The rain continues to pound down on my head. We are both soaked to the
skin so I'm glad that we're embracing each other for warmth. I nibble on
his right ear. There's much excitement in me that has come from the fury of
the passing storm. I'm venting my fear through lust. My dick reaches full
length under the boy with my knob just penetrating his hole.
"You wanna piss in my butt?" asks Running Wolf.
"Ah, yes. I want to put my love deep inside you." I release a trembling
breath against the boy's ear. He's allowing me to join our male bodies! The
youth's hands pull at my arms to lift his butt over my groin for a better
connection. I pull his soft cheeks apart. A careful thrust is made to fit
more of my swollen knob in him. He bites my nipple when feeling pain. My
straining body is forced to relax until the youth is used to my entry. I
kiss Running Wolf's wet hair in gratitude for his offer of self.
There's a clenching of the youth's thighs around my butt. He rubs his
smooth groin against my belly with little boy stabs. I'm feeling his own
male need. My hands drop his little butt onto my dick so that I can stick
in farther. A tight warmth swallows me up. He squeezes his ringed muscles
around the shaft of my dick in beat to his slow stabs to my belly. Our
bodies are slowly becoming one. The boy continues to bite my tit. His
fingers claw into my lower back, bringing me some pain. I'm giving him a
pain in his ass... My aching dick is finding bliss in his tight insides!
My back leans towards the ground. I'm able to stick further into his
tight butthole. When my balls press up against the boy's cheeks, I know
that we've fully connected our bodies. I moan with deep satisfaction. My
hands begin a lusty beat over his soft drum. My tom-tom strikes loudly in
him - again and again!
"It feel good?" the boys asks.
"Yes. I'll plant my seed in you that is my love to grow up inside you,"
I explain. I'm surprised by the boldness of my words... Will this little
boy understand them?
"I want to piss white like you do," says Running Wolf. (He drops his
hand between their bellies to pull over his erection.)
"Yes. When you're older," I answer him. "I've been giving you many
'growing-up' rites to pass the male strength from my loins to yours. And
also... because I love you."
I feel a kiss to my breast. The boy drinks in my wet skin while beating
off his erection. A thrilling boy rite to feel against my belly! I'm glad
that he also gains pleasure from our love act.
I concentrate on fucking this little boy's ass. Mud squishes around my
flexing butt cheeks from my stabs. He's so tight! It surprises me that my
man-size cock fits in this nine-year-old boy. He wants my seed planted in
him so that his small balls will mature. My love also helps him to grow.
It has made him come out from hiding in himself.
The rain continues to fall. Luckily, the darkness hides what we do from
the others. I know that our sexual embrace is good for our bodies and it
binds our hearts closer together. The men wouldn't understand this.
Running Wolf cries out. I pause my thrusts to see what's the matter. Ah.
The boy has felt his dry climax. He lets go of his pole to grip both of my
arms, lifting his body from mine. I feel my hard dick pulling from his
hole; unfulfilled. I gasp when the boy drops heavily into my lap. My stab
through his asshole is a deep one!
The clever boy repeats his trick. He lifts his butt slightly from my
groin before dropping onto my stiff dick. My gasps of delight have him
giggling. The rain makes our bodies slippery so his lifting and dropping
are without a steady beat. My loins can't build up to that wonderful
thrilling release. It's enough to allow this youth an active part in our
bonding.
"Have you piss yet?" the boy asks between breaths.
"No. I want our loving to last a long time!" I lie.
"My arms tired," he complains. (Running Wolf drops his aching hands
around Willow Bird's waist to rest.)
A chuckle escapes from my lips. I feel my body hurting from my bite
wounds but ignore its pain for the pleasure my hard loins are giving me. I
renew my challenge to fuck this little boy properly. My hands begin a
rhythmic pushing and pulling of his slippery butt over my groin to slide my
hard dick through his tight anal passage. His stiff pole presses against my
belly from time to time, unhandled. An idea comes to me.
I free my left hand from the boy's ass so that I can masturbate him. My
right arm cradles his wiggly butt. My pleasurable thrusts are kept in beat
to pulling over his stiff pole. The rain keeps his foreskin nice and
slippery under my fingers. He gasps from many sexual thrills.
This is a joyous moment! I'm holding a sweet boy who accepts love from
my heart, my hard dick and from my spirit. We are bound as one. I kiss down
his short wet hair to his neck. A soft mark is made to its skin. My kisses
blossom along his slim right shoulder. Rain. Its steady falling in the dark
separates us from the others in camp. Our own circle of life. Oh love!
My heart seems reluctant to fully grasp it. I've been hurt before...
Song Bird comes to mind. He was my first boy lover who was also my close
and dearest friend. For a brief time, we LOVED. A man that I respected like
a second father managed to take me away from him. My head understood all
his reasons. I turned to Big Horn as my manly lover, a different binding
from what I shared with Song Bird. My heart broke when my warrior died. Oh,
Big Horn! My swirling thoughts are forced to a stand still. The rain echoes
the woe that I'm feeling.
Tears flow down my face to Running Wolf's shoulder. I return myself to
the Now. This youth in my arms deserves all of my love. My heart has a place
for him to keep and to hold forever. I really love him! My new boy lover...
This moment is used to express ourselves to each other as needing human
beings; we take and receive in spite of what may happen because of it.
My nose bumps against the youth's slim shoulder. I'm really plowing
through his little butt in the joy of male sex. It feels so right! Though
our bodies are unmatched in size and strength, he can take my power. I'm
initiating this little boy into the sacred society of Na-mayee.
I'm struck by my last thought. Shy Coyote was only a boy when he was
initiated by Snarling Bear, taking that warrior's seed in the same lusty
manner I'm offer to Running Wolf. That healer shaman and I share the same
spirit of loving boys! Big Horn was of the Mahyee-na; man to man. I realize
that my path is similar to that male/male bonding but from man to boy.
Running Wolf pants against my breast. My pulling quickens around his
stiff twig to keep with the beat of my in and out stabs of his asshole. My
thrills are building! Soon, our bodies will enjoy male fulfillment together.
"How do you feel, Running Wolf?" I ask out of concern.
"Real good!" he says between breaths, "and some bad."
I try to keep my wild body in check so the little boy won't be feeling
so hurt from my stabbing dick. I'm forgetting that our bodies are unmatched
for fucking. I don't want to hurt this youth. My thoughts turn back to that
eleven-year-old boy whom Snarling Bear initiated. Shy Coyote was able to
endure his shaman's powerful lust that passed on the man's Power to him -
deep in his little butt. I'm performing that same rite.
My body is building with pleasure. Oh, the joy of bonding myself to this
sweet little boy in my arms! I hear his own pleasure as high-pitched gasps.
My hand clenches his stabbing boyhood. I fuck his tight butt.
It's with a soaring heart that I initiate Running Wolf. No need for sung
words. There's an almost singing moan coming through my nose. I take deep
breaths between my rhythmic moaning. The boy's gasps join into my chorus.
Our bodies have found a common beat. I pull on his erection, arm his
slippery butt to my loins and stab! His thin legs surge around my butt.
"I feel like to piss!" the boy shouts.
"Me too!" I answer him. My loins have been brought to that thrilling
moment where I can release its arrows. Yet I hold my bow taunt for a moment
to perform a sweet thing. My lips rush down to the boy's. A kiss. There's a
thrilling squeeze around my cock from the boy's ringed hole muscles. My
fingers bring the youth's erection to climax while I shoot strong and deep
into his butt. I blow out my breath in the boy's mouth.
It's a sweet sperming! The strength of my squirts going into the boy
makes my head burst with pleasure. My dick swells and spits again. Again!
There's a throbbing felt under my tight fingers. His erection must be
giving him nice thrills. I hear it in his trembling breaths.
Something passes from me to Running Wolf. A kind of spiritual arrow with
a lightning flash. It makes a joyous flight... Struck! My boy has conceived
the essence of male love/bonding.
He is the One! I'm held breathless by this realization that I cannot
explain. It's what Snarling Bear had passed to Shy Coyote in his tipi.
That youth grew up into manhood and loved Big Horn. He passed the arrow
through him to strike me but also I drew male milk from his son - that
strange boy, ring gifter.
"You pissed!" the boy exclaims. "I felt in my butt."
"Yes. Your body has completed the needs of my body," I admit with pride.
"I really love you!" Tears of joy filling my eyes fall like the rain
around us.
"It hurt some. I know that because I'm still little but when I grow...
can you love me lots more?"
I ponder over the boy's question. Does he worry that I won't be loving
him when he's older or that we can do it better then? My head feels very
heavy. I realize that I've overtaxed my strength but oh what I've
accomplished with this sweet little boy!
"Willow Bird?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be my second father?"
I'm given mixed feelings by Running Wolf's request. An answer must be
given the youth so I speak with my heart; honestly. "You already have a
father who loves you." Silence. The boy lays his head against my breast in
disappointment. It leave me with a pained heart. I come up with something
to offer my young lover.
"I can be your monedo." My thoughts turn to Big Horn and how he awakened
my sexuality in that role.
"Monedo?" the boy asks. "Is that like an uncle or something?"
"Kind of. A monedo is not blood related to the youth that he has charge
over. Your father is a strong war leader who will teach you the ways of the
hunt, tracking and how to fight our enemies with bravery. What I can be to
you is a secret advisor for your sexual growth into manhood."
"In secret?"
I release a weary breath as words form in my head to explain that point.
"It's uncommon for a man to make love to a boy as I have with you," I begin.
"That is how my spirit directs me - to love those of my male sex."
"Second Bird is the same way," says Running Wolf.
"Yes. He is Mahyee-na like me but only with men. I prefer... younger."
There's a tight grasping of my heart from my admission that leaves me
breathless.
"I know what you mean. When a friend belly rubbed our poles together, I
didn't like it. He is my age... I'd rather be in a man's arms like you!"
I open my eyes to look upon this wonderful boy. The darkness prevents me
from seeing him but his words and his love acts with me has me Seeing him.
He is truly a man's boy. I've heard from Sky Runner that such youths in the
Painted People's tribe welcome the sexual attention of men but when grown
up, turn to the squaws.
I feel the youth straining to lift his head up to mine. My lips lower to
meet his in a sweet kiss. I'm startled by water being pushed into my mouth!
The boy giggles from his trick. I swallow so that our kissing can continue.
I tongue over his sticky tongue. My arms lift around his back so that I can
hold this dear child closer to my breast. I do love him fiercely!
Our kissing ends when the youth gasps for breath. Ah. He may be too
young to partake in all of my adult acts. Not a shy boy, though. He speaks
his heart as I do. That could get me into some trouble though...
"Do you accept me as your 'secret' monedo?" I ask in a formal voice.
"Yes, Willow Bird."
"Swear that you will keep our love a secret, even from your father!"
I feel the boy straightening up in my arms. He gasps when feeling the pain
from my swollen dick still caught in his butt.
"I swear... to keep our love secret. You are my monedo, Willow Bird. May
I die should my solemn oath be broken."
"I hear your words and know not any others that you've spoken falsely."
Running Wolf gives me a tight hug. I lean heavily over the boy since my
body if feeling weary. I should get back to sleep yet I want to keep loving
my boy! I bring my lips to his wet hair and kiss him there. The boy's arms
keep their tight hold as if never letting me go.
I'm startled by a hand over my left shoulder. Strange words are spoken
close to my ear. I can't see who has come because of the darkness. It's not
Snarling Bear; one of his boys that had accompanied him to our encampment?
His other hand grips Running Wolf's shoulder. A fear squeezes my heart!
Will the Spear-bearing youth notice how I'm sexually embraced with this
little boy?
My limbs become tense. I'm shaking not from the cold rain but from
discovery. Slowly, I raise my hands along Running Wolf's back to grip his
armpits. Gently, I lift the youth from my lap. He gasps in pain.
Our visitor must notice something. He's quickly lowering his hand down
my chest to wiggle fingers between our bellies. My hard dick is found below
the boy's erection. With dread, I feel the stranger tracing his fingers
along my shaft to Running Wolf's bottom I'm struck through. In the next
moment, I've managed to lift the little boy off my loins. My oozing knob is
grasped.
Running Wolf stands shakily over me. I reach for his hips to turn his
small body around and pull him down to sit over my thigh. The Spear-bearing
youth lowers his head to my groin. He slips my swollen dick that he's been
holding into his mouth. I gasp from his strong sucking. A hiss comes
through his nose.
In the next moment, the strange youth turns his head to Running Wolf. I
hear the little boy gasp when he's swallowed up. There's a rhythmic bobbing
to the youth's head in my lap. I lay my palm against his short hair to keep
his sucking gentle.
"He want to drink from me!" says Running Wolf with a giggle.
"Let him," I answer with a grin. My head is cast back to that desperate
time when we had drunk of each other's urine. I doubt this Spear-bearing
youth is in need of water.
The strange youth abruptly ends his sucking. My hand keeps its tight
hold of his head to force him to drink Running Wolf's piss. He should have
known that no sperm could have come from immature loins. I hear several
loud swallows. The little boy giggles.
There's a hand tracing along my thigh that reaches into Running Wolf's
cheeks opening over my right leg. I can imagine what the Spear-bearing
youth's fingers will find: the boy's widened hole filled with my thick cum.
Proof that he's caught us fucking.
There's a struggle in my lap. Running Wolf squeals in protest when he's
taken from my thigh. I pull on the Spear-bearing youth's arm to release my
boy but to no avail. The attempt leaves me exhausted. I'm feeling the many
pains from my body and am forced to lay my head down over my soggy ground
mat. Small hands reach out for my legs and grip them.
"Are you all right?" I ask Running Wolf.
"He's kissing in my butt!"
A small fear grips my heart for the little boy. That Spear-bearing youth
may want to replace the sperm he's sucking from my unsuspecting boy. I try
sitting up. Pain crashes in my skull like lightning! I drop back down to my
ground mat while trying to keep myself from fainting. It's a long struggle.
There's a rhythmic surging to Running Wolf's hands around my legs. My
eyes try piercing the utter darkness. I can see nothing. With my ears, I
hear the Spear-bearing youth's loud breaths as hisses through his nose.
There's a rhythmic skin-rubbing sound that fills me with dread.
"What's happening?" I ask.
"He wanna piss in my butt," gasps Running Wolf. "He hurting me!"
I reach down to the boy's little hands over my legs and try pulling him
towards me. My head if feeling too faint for me to get up from my mat.
There's a struggle ensuing between the Spear-bearing youth and myself for
custody of this little boy. Though I'm pulling Running Wolf towards me, the
strange youth follows along on his knees, fucking him hard in the mud.
I reach my hand back to find Running Wolf's rear end. His slippery butt
is being pounded into by the Spear-bearing youth. My fingers feel the
crunch of his hairy groin. When I try grasping his stabs, my hand is led
back to his covered butt. I can feel the wild flexing to his ass under his
rear breechclout - humping from fucking my little boy!
I clutch the youth's cloth and angrily pull on it. My limbs are too weak
to do anything more. Low moans escape from his mouth like singing. I feel
his struggling male body trying to complete itself. Running Wolf whimpers.
My heart goes out to the little boy. I feel ashamed for being unable to end
his rape.
"I'm sorry Running Wolf..." I groan. There's a tighter grip made of my
legs from the brave boy. His breaths come out as drum beat gasps. No
outcries. It makes me proud that he's enduring it.
My outstretched hand drops to the mud while clutching the Spear-bearing
youth's rear flap. I allow myself to surrender to the darkness coming for
me. Before blacking out, I hear a yipping sound that reminds me of an
excited coyote. His joyous seeding drowns out Running Wolf's cries of pain
for being taken against his will...
I'm shaken awake. My eyes open in the faint light of morning when I look
into the face of Stands Tall. He shows much concern. In my arms is his son.
The boy stirs when his named is called.
"I'm relieved to find the both of you," says Stands Tall. "We've had
quite a night. A few of the horses have run off in the storm and one of
Snarling Bear's boys has escaped."
There's an uncomfortable twisting around my heart. I recall the events
from last night with dread. I fear Stands Tall's discovery of them! My arms
carry up Running Wolf into my lap when I try sitting up. I almost faint
from the attempt.
"Ouch!" cries the little boy. His butt wiggles over my right leg that
leaves a bright stain of red over it. I hold my breath from fear.
"What's wrong?" asks Stands Tall. (He looks over his son's body for the
source of the blood.)
"It really hurts," complains Running Wolf. He grasps his little butt and
starts sobbing.
The stern eyes of the boy's father fall on me. I don't meet them. My
heart fills with fear! How can I explain my special love for his son that
won't be taken for the brutal act committed by that Spear-bearing youth? I
clutch my little boy closer to my chest for what may be the last time.
"What did he do?" asks Stands Tall while his eyes bore into Willow Bird.
"A strange boy pissed in my butt!" says Running Wolf.
I dare to peer into the warrior's smoldering eyes. They don't glare into
mine as harshly.
"Another boy? Where was Willow Bird?" the man asks.
"He laying down."
I release a careful breath. Stands Tall spits to his fingers to clean
the blood from between his son's cheeks. He points to something laying in
the mud: a fringed deerskin flap. I shake my head at the warrior's signed
gesture asking if it is mine.
The rear breechclout is taken in hand by the war leader and examined.
Its style of fringing is uncommon; not of his Split Muddy River Tribe or
the Kalinlepi. My eyes widen with realization. I had angrily pulled it from
that strange boy's humping ass.
Stands Tall presses the soggy cloth against his son's butt. The sorrow
in the man's eyes is replaced by anger. He turns fiercely to me.
"Tell no one of this!" commands the warrior.
"I swear it." A painful ringing comes to my ears. My limbs feel heavy.
Stands Tall reveals much pain in his eyes when he carefully takes back
his ailing son from my arms. He rises from the ground and stalks away. I
glance down at my nude body. My dick bears no telling stains over it. That
strange youth must have caused Running Wolf's butthole to bleed. I know
that my entry was gentle and loving. Is that why the little boy didn't tell
his father about me?
My head throbs. I feel a heat flash behind my eyes that forces me to
lay down over my soggy ground mat. My whole body is aching. I realize that
the cold rain may have given me a fever. My eyelids are tightly clenched.
Oh, I am feeling sick...
I try sleeping but my head is throbbing too much. A moan escapes from my
lips. My thoughts turn dull so I'm forced to endure the raw pains of my
body. It's like I'm swimming in thick mud. Where is my brother? 'Help me!'
After what seems like days of agony, I feel a coolness over my brow.
Water is pushed past my lips. A warm grip is taken of my right hand that I
know is my brother's. Someone is chanting. My throbbing head joins into its
beating: pain... Pain... PAIN! I can't seem to open my eyes. An icy touch
comes to all my bite wounds. My taunt body is able to relax. But my head!
"Don't go Big Horn!" I shout out with anger. "Don't go! Oh... You're a
weak man. I hate you! Why couldn't you fight against him?!"
Red pain threatens to crush my head. The pressure is going in. Building
like a hard dick's climax... Explode! I cry out in agony. The utter pain!
It won't go away? Faceless men pull at my body, twisting my arms and my
legs to pull them off while my dick finds a tight hole to fill. Goes in
and out before attaching to the boy's asshole. He drains my male strength
with a satisfying grin.
My head throbs like a beating drum. Boom boom. Boom boom. I hear a
horse's snort. His hooves are that beating drum. Boom boom. Boom boom.
Above, Father Sun beats down on my face. A smiling warmth.
There's a sensation of falling yet I'm kept up by a strong arm around
my chest. My head feels wind. I can't keep my eyes open because of my head
pain. I feel the muscular surge of a horse between my thighs.
"We're going home," says Second Bird.
I find my brother's left thigh and squeeze it to let him know that I've
heard. My head really hurts me; I can't form thoughts. Home. Going home! In
spite of my pain, my hearts lifts with hope and much joy. We're going home!
I grit my teeth against the surging pains of my body. Worse is my aching
head. If the horse doesn't slow, I'm going to wretch! Yet we continue to
gallop and my empty stomach threatens to heave but doesn't. I groan out
from the pain. We keep going. My agony doesn't end!
My body feels chilled. I awaken to cricket's song and realize that it
must be night. My back feels the hardness of our Mother. I have a fierce
thirst. When I call out, someone fills my mouth with water. Wonderful
swallows! Three mouthfuls and no more. My head is covered by someone's
palm, warm and filled with caring. My brother shoos me to go back to sleep.
I'm sleeping through most of the next day. Second Bird keeps me safe in
his right arm as we gallop towards home. I'm feeling so weak. My few
glimpses show a flat grassy plain that we're traveling through. Mounted
warriors gallop on either side of us.
Going home! I reach down to Pai-alucia's side and pat him fondly. My
gesture almost unbalances me. My brother tightens his grip around my chest.
I turn my weary head to rest against his breast. My short hair rubs against
him in rhythm to the stallion's rolling gallop. We're going home!
I awaken to the soft crackling of wood being burned. My eyes slowly
open. Around me are tipi walls hung with shaman things: herbs being dried,
necklace charms, drums of all sizes, animal hides and bulging pouches. I
recognize this place!
"You have returned to us, Willow Bird."
The familiar voice of my shaman! I carefully try to sit up, half
expecting my head to explode with pain. It doesn't. My arms and legs no
longer pain me? I glance down my body for proof of my wolf attack, to see
if I wasn't dreaming everything. There are scratch lines over my chest.
Scabs are found on both my legs while my arms reveal healed bite wounds.
How many days ago did that happen? It still amazes me how I managed to
survive their attack.
I look past the central fire pit for the old man. He's leaning over a
painted drum smiling at me. Questions are filling my head, threatening to
explode out of my mouth! I force myself to be calm. When I had left my
tribe, I was mostly a boy. I've returned as a young man.
"I see the changes in you," says the shaman. "Tell me. Did you find your
animal helper at the cliffs?"
I try swallowing in my dry throat. "Yes. And he has guarded my every
step, shaman."
"Hmm. You've been away for several moons and have seen places that few
of our People have dared to venture. Do you still walk the same path?"
I puzzle over my shaman's words. 'The same path?' My eyes widen with
understanding so I answer, "Yes. I intend to follow in your footsteps."
"Hmm. That is good, Willow Bird. There is no one else worthy in our
tribe to do so. I'm getting too old to be waiting for a successor. Much
have I to pass on before... I go."
I feel my heart wrench with the thought. The shaman can't die... not yet!
He has been the spiritual leader and healer of the Kalinlepi People in the
moons of my grandfathers. I realize that they are all dead. My new eyes
notice the age of our shaman. Is he admitting that his time of passing is
near?
"No. I'm not dead yet, Willow Bird. I am being given that time needed to
train our People's next shaman. He is going to be you."
I sit up straight and proud when hearing his words. The shaman has said
that it will be so! Ah. Much have I Seen and been through these past moons
that require his consultation. I have need of his wisdom.
"I am sorry that my medicine wasn't strong enough to save your...
lover."
My prideful stature crumbles at the shaman's words. How my heart pains
me to hear them! Perhaps he doesn't realize that I've visited with Big Horn
sleeping over his wooden platform raised to the sky. And how I'd Seen him
in the Above. He is always with me. I feel his presence, hold his love deep
within my heart and keep his lessons in my head to guide me towards manhood.
I find a water skin on the floor at my feet. Many swallows are taken
from it as if I've been thirsting for days! The liquid is flavored; sun
water? My skin burns from the heat of the fire when I set the water skin
down. Silence.
"Do not fear, Willow Bird. He did not die by his own hand," assures the
shaman. "The angered spirit of the Trickster cast His shadow over your
lover and brought him to a bad ending."
"What do you mean?" I gasp.
"It will be hard for you to hear it," the shaman warns.
I slowly nod my head with understanding. Much horror have I already seen
and experienced these past moons. I can bear a little more...
"His eyes no longer saw," the old man begins. "They was stolen from him
by the Trickster and yet it wasn't satisfaction enough for that vengeful
spirit. Two days after you left for the cliffs, your lover was attacked;
spiritually. I tried holding his body down to the ground but he tore away,
running through our camp like a wild man. He was shrieking in agony. Oh, a
terrible thing to hear!"
My head bows to the dirt in shame at the shaman's words. I feel a tight
grasping of my heart for what Big Horn endured. 'Oh, love!' My guilt
overwhelms me for not being there to hold him...
The shaman sees my plight. He pauses from his account until I'm able to
lift my head to face him with tears in my eyes. The flames between us draw
my attention. I ignore their whisperings since I fear what they would show
me.
The shaman continues. "He ambled to your mother's tipi and tore into it
like an angry bear as if to find you. Yet it was empty. I had summoned the
warriors of our tribe to restrain your lover. As hands went to him, he
collapsed. He died there."
"My mother was not harmed?" I ask.
"No. She was already out performing her morning chores."
I lower my head and catch a glimpse of the dancing flames. An image is
flashed through my eyes into my head. I Saw People leaving. "He caused the
movement of our tribe."
"Yes. Many feared that the Trickster would seek more revenge. Your lover
was properly raised to the sky though apart from the other dead. Our People
dropped their tipis the next day and we left."
"I saw his platform, shaman. His weapons and horse were taken by me when
I went to look for where you had gone. My guardian was murdered... at the
cliffs. His death was avenged!"
"You are already a warrior, Willow Bird?"
I hear my boyhood name spoken in the same breath with the glorious title
of warrior yet it doesn't make me proud. I have killed. My belly feels very
bitter for it. Only my good name remains that I'll keep until my dying
days. I will remain... Willow Bird.
"Why don't you answer me?"
I stare into the old man's eyes. "That is not my path."
"Not honor?" the shaman asks.
Words from another fill my head. I give them to him. "All the greatness
that I am to become is already within me." The building fire between us
crackles and hisses. It becomes a long silence. Is the shaman in deep
thought or has he gone to sleep?
I look around the tipi. A few familiar objects are found: Big Horn's
drum, his magnificent bear skin that reminds me of my initiation into the
Mahyee-na, an elk skin sack that had been his lover's. It offers me a
measure of condolence to know that they were in the shaman's keeping.
"I have Seen," the shaman whispers. "You will need much guidance. Not
only from myself but another... A man of your spirit, Willow Bird."
I'm struck by the shaman's words. He knows!
"Snarling Bear has returned with his mother for a visit with the chief's
second wife, his sister."
"More than a visit," I find myself whispering to myself.
"Ah, yes. You said something?"
"That Spear-bearing warrior has come back because of me."
"He has told me so, Willow Bird. Come. If you are strong enough, let us
go make a visit with our chief. Snarling Bear has promised to explain
things only when you are included in the council."
The old man rises from the ground. I'm surprised by his urgency to do
this thing but I follow behind when he leaves the tipi and walks through
camp. It's good to see the familiar tipis of my tribe. Yet I'm feeling lost
because their placement to each other has changed. Ah. My People are now
encamped across from the Split Muddy River Tribe. I hope that the peace
between our Peoples will hold.
It's early afternoon. My tribe is a buzz with activity. The familiar
faces of my People smile in my direction and I give a friendly wave to a
small naked boy. Day Rabbit comes to dance at my feet. His long legs make
agile stomps around my feet but my eyes fall onto his cute backside. Nicely
curved half-moons! When the youth turns, I smile at his brown pole flopping
against his groin. He seems to have grown in my absence.
"Ha ha, Willow Bird!" the boy taunts. "You've lost a part of your
breechclout 'cause I can see your butt!"
I point down at Day Rabbit's half-erected pole with a grin. "You don't
even have a breechclout so I can see your hard pee-pee!" The small boy ends
his dancing to glance down at his smooth groin. He fingers his growing pole
with interest. If it weren't for the shaman, I'd be helping the youth to
explore his sexuality. A boy needs to be shown how to pull back his tapered
foreskin to free his knob for a thrilling handling or a even nice sucking...
"You'll have time later for the boys," the shaman scolds. He stalks with
greater speed towards the chief's big tipi.
I turn from Day Rabbit while slapping over my rear end in a lusty
gesture. My sperm had gone to this boy in a 'growing up' rite. When he's of
age, sperm will be returned to me deep inside my butt from him.
A group of boys come up behind us and taunt Day Rabbit because of his
erection. I gesture for Crying Loon, the eldest, to come at my side. My arm
over his shoulder pulls his head close to my mouth. I whisper in his ear.
"Day Rabbit is in need. You know that so please take him in hand but away
from the others. And don't let them make fun of him."
"He means that much to you?" asks Crying Loon while staring at the naked
youth. "What will you do for me in return?"
I glance at the shaman ahead of me while trying to think of something.
Crying Loon is a boy of twelve that has been rumored to perform naughty
acts with his friends. With my new eyes, I can see the truth of it by his
bright smile, his almost girlish softness that interests me with lustful
possibilities... I shrug my shoulders in reply but glance down at the
slight bulge showing through my front flap.
"You have grown!" the boy exclaims. "Alright. I will do as you've asked
for Day Rabbit and when the time comes, I will ask something of you."
The shaman stops to wave his hand back at me. I run to catch up to him
but not before nodding my head to Crying Loon who gives me a bright grin.
A strong grip is taken of my left arm to bring me the final distance to
the chief's tipi. After announcing our names, we enter. It takes a long
moment for my eyes to adjust inside. I see our aged chief sitting with his
first wife over a buffalo hide. His younger wife sits with her mother to
gossip by the tipi wall. Eyes from Snarling Bear fall on me. He nods his
head from something.
'I have brought him,' gestures the shaman.
A quick hand sign is given the chief from Snarling Bear. I didn't catch
it but in response, Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others commands everyone
to leave. A most unusual thing! My eyes brighten when glimpsing Song Bird
leading his white brother to the door. I force myself not to give the boys
a friendly hand wave. I'm trying to act like a man.
The chief asks his son to tie up the doorway and guard from without.
When that is done, a smoking pipe is offered to the shaman who takes a few
puffs. It seems that Snarling Bear and the chief have already smoked. To my
surprise, I'm offered the long stemmed pipe. Never before has such an honor
been given to me! Stands Tall comes to mind. No. His smoking had been a
casual thing with me.
I take a few careful draws of smoke, being mindful of what happened when
with Stands Tall. To my credit, I don't cough. I hand the pipe back to my
chief. His dark eyes look upon me with a strange gleam.
Snarling Bear gestures thanks for being allowed another visit with his
sister, especially noting his gratefulness that his mother could come. On
the warrior's lips is a grin but his hard eyes give him away. I know that
something heavy is on his heart but the man goes about revealing it in a
round about way. I think the others realize this as well. They're content
to sit and wait while signing return pleasantries until Snarling Bear is
ready to open his heart to us.
There's an abrupt silence. I look around the tipi - at the chief's
silent hands, the shaman's and then at Snarling Bear's. No one is signing.
I feel awkward. Is something expected from me? My eyes turn to the fire.
Before I realize what I've done, I'm given an image. My mouth opens...
"He comes to warn us about his People. War."
The shaman's hand comes to my shoulder. He nods his head at our chief as
if to support my vision. The chief lifts his hands to sign to Snarling Bear
what I've said. The warrior reveals no surprise.
'I have come in peace to tell you of my People's decision to war with
the Kalinlepi. Your offer for peace fell on deaf ears. They think your
People are weak and the time has come to finish you. I was asked by my
chiefs to return here in the guise of a friendly visit to glean your
weaknesses, the number of your warriors and how many good horses that you
have.'
'If that is so, why have you revealed yourself to us?' the chief asks.
'It is not my intention to bring war upon you,' answers Snarling Bear.
'I am a man of peace. I've come with a heavy heart to ask if my mother, my
young companion and I may stay with your People. We ask for sanctuary.'
I'm startled by the warrior's request. By revealing his People's plans
for war and to remain here as our allies will make him a traitor! During
the silence, I feel eyes upon me. Snarling Bear stares at me with a face
revealing that he's here for something else as well... for me! I manage to
keep my mouth shut so that not all of his secrets will be revealed
prematurely. The dancing flames of the central fire pit try drawing my
eyes. I avert them. Yet when I look into Snarling Bear's eyes, I see them
lit up like fire. His purpose here brings me much fear.
The men continue to sign questions upon Snarling Bear; I'm ignored.
There's a growing discomfort coming from my bladder. I need to piss. Soon!
The shaman notices my distress.
"Willow Bird. If you're still feeling weak from your injuries, return to
your mother's tipi to rest. I will attend to you later."
I quickly rise from the council floor with much gratitude for my shaman.
The dark eyes from Snarling Bear follow me. It makes me shiver inside! I
turn for the door and nearly trip over Song Bird on my way out.
"Willow Bird!" exclaims the boy. "How are you? What happened when you
were gone? Tell me!"
My eyes fall on the white skinned youth sitting before Song Bird. He has
sun hair and deep sky eyes that seem to peer right into my soul. I notice
that he doesn't wear my silver ring.
"What's wrong?" asks Song Bird. "Sit and talk with us."
"Not now," I plead. My left hand gestures towards my front flap in the
sign for urinating. Song Bird slowly nods his head. I'd want to sit with my
dearest friend but my need in the woods is an urgent one.
I make haste away from camp. The boys are left behind but not in my
thoughts. I have much to ask of Song Bird; how he's been in my absence and
if his love for Yellow Hair has grown. I miss my half-brother. Oh, it's so
good to be home!
I sigh with relief when my yellow stream flows. My left hand keeps my
front flap lifted from my hairy groin while I wet the tree roots. I'm a
long time pissing. At its end, my single cloth is dropped over my body; I'm
wearing nothing in back. Day Rabbit's words return to me. I know that I'll
be having to endure the curious glances from my tribesmen because of my
half nakedness. I should feel no shame for it though.
My butt is uncovered as a sign to the other men that I'm Mahyee-na. A
grin comes to my face for all the times that I've had it fucked. I enjoy
pleasing men. They have sexual needs that my young body can satisfy -
better in some ways than if I were a girl; no fear of making a baby from
our lust for one thing. I reach back to feel over my slim ass. Flexing my
cheeks brings up their muscles against my palm. I have also fucked other
men. And some tight boy holes...
I feel someone's presence! With outstretching hands, I pivot over the
balls of my feet to face the intruder. My breath blows out in relief; it's
only a boy. Crying Loon gives me a smug grin.
"I've taken care of Day Rabbit," he says, "though the boy is too young
to have 'need' as you've said. Why your interest in him?"
I only shrug my shoulders in reply while lowering my tense arms to my
side. My feet press flatly against the ground. I face Crying Loon squarely.
I'm trying to relax my body but that's difficult because of past encounters
between us, our many quarrels. I'm half expecting this boy to attack me.
"I'm not looking for a fight..."
I nod my head with relief. "We've not been friends, Crying Loon, and for
that I am sorry."
"Your fault!"
I blow a tense breath from my nose. In me is the need to challenge what
he's said but I remain calm. He has done a favor for me. Perhaps that can
be the basis for a friendship. "I thank you for helping Day Rabbit. He is
the son of Iron Bow with whom I owe a big favor so that's why I asked you
to look out for him... to not let the bigger kids pick on him."
"I think Day Rabbit can take care of himself," says Crying Loon. "He is
a cute boy with a strong warrior in the tribe for a father..."
I swallow nervously. Not having a father myself was a source of constant
taunting by Crying Loon and the reason for our fights. The boy lowers his
eyes from mine. I can see that he realizes how his words affect me.
"I will tell you something, Willow Bird. The reason why I didn't like
you. It wasn't because you don't have a father... I envied your having a
monedo to guide you."
My eyes widen with understanding. Crying Loon was jealous of me? I was
the poorest boy in the tribe with only my mother to provide for us. Our
chief commanded his nephew to train me towards manhood since I was without
a father.
"He is gone now," whispers Crying Loon, "so I can tell you this."
A question rises in me. "Why did you hate me so much?"
"Because you had him. I wanted his friendship but the brave turned me
away... You and him bonded. That hurt my heart so much!"
I'm amazed by what Crying Loon is admitting. Could he be Mahyee-na?
"I've done you a favor by helping Day Rabbit," reminds Crying Loon.
"Are you going to honor that debt?"
I nod my head while staring deep into Crying Loon's eyes. He doesn't
flinch. I step to him with my hands grasping his slim shoulders. He stands
a few hands lower than me and his frame is thinner; not a cute boy. I envy
his long hair flowing past his shoulders that I lack. His dark eyes glance
over my body as if searching for changes. I wonder what he sees? Could he
even begin to like me?
"I am prepared to perform any favor that you ask." Crying Loon nods.
"Tell me, Willow Bird. Did you make love to your monedo?"
My mouth feels dry. Why this question from Crying Loon? By now, many in
the tribe suspect our true relationship before his end. In reply, I simply
nod my head. Another question is asked of me.
"Do men make love... by sticking in each other's butt?"
Again, I simply nod my head.
"Who performed as the man and who acted as... the squaw?"
I'm forced to speak. "We both remain as men," I explain with anger heard
in my voice. "If you must know, I embraced my monedo with many love acts
that took care of our male needs. We became of one heart, he and I. Fucking
his butt didn't lessen his manhood and I gladly took him in my butt to win
his seed. We loved. Now, he is gone."
Tears form in Crying Loon's eyes but he doesn't allow them to fall. My
hands remain on his shoulders to steady him. I peer through the boy's eyes
into his heart. He had loved my Big Horn!
Crying Loon drops his eyes to my scratched chest. He reaches out to my
right arm to touch my healed bite wound with awe. My knife wound to my left
shoulder is also touched. His hand falls down my body to my legs. He
examines my scab wounds with gentle fingers. Why his concern? I look down
at the boy kneeling at my feet while feeling odd.
"Turn around, Willow Bird."
"Why?"
"I did you a favor," reminds Crying Loon. "I'm asking you to return it
by doing what I ask."
With a nervous breath, I do as the boy has asked by turning. My butt is
stuck towards Crying Loon. His breath is on it. I gasp when feeling his
soft hands over my cheeks that try drawing them apart.
"Let me look inside," asks the boy.
I spread my legs and bend over. My butt opens to show Crying Loon what
he's seeking. Nothing happens for a long moment; no breathing, no touch and
not a word out of his mouth. He is staring at my asshole.
Hands leave my cheeks. Crying Loon stands up behind me so I turn to face
him with a puzzled expression on my face. "Did you find what you were
looking for?" I ask.
"It doesn't look any different..."
"From what?" I ask. Crying Loon has a strange distant look in his eyes.
He returns to himself and looks up at me.
"I wanted to see if yours was different because you allow penetration,"
explains Crying Loon. "I've peeked through Day Rabbit's cheeks for his
hole. He's too young to get his butt stuck into so I wanted to look into
yours since you have..."
"Mine is not like a girl's cunt."
"Yet you've taken a dick into your rear entrance as if you were."
I nod my head. "That's because I'm Mahyee-na. My monedo initiated me so
that I can offer myself to needing men."
"Big... He wasn't the only man who fucked you?" asks Crying Loon.
"We visited with the Moss-bowl Tribe where I was introduced to their
lusting warriors," I admit. "My butt was filled by them."
Crying Loon tries to hide his surprise. "Did you do it with any boys?"
I can't stop myself from grinning. Ah. Night's Star comes to mind but I
keep myself from admitting that. Crying Loon's question makes me wonder
about his true intent. I glance down at the boy's front flap. It reveals a
healthy male bulge from within so I test him.
While turning away from Crying Loon, I spit to my fingers and wet my
butthole. A most revealing stance! My arms reach out for a tree and hold
its rough bark. I arch my back to stick my butt out to the needing boy.
Nothing happens. I turn my head back to catch Crying Loon with a hand
under his front flap. A knowing grin comes to my face. I gesture with my
eyes for the boy to reveal himself to me. There's a slow pulling of his
cloth from his thong belt. A long dick stands against his groin. I notice a
small tuft of hair there.
"You really want me to do it?" asks Crying Loon.
I turn my face back for the tree while slapping over my butt soundly.
Trembling hands fall to my cheeks and pull them apart. I sigh with lustful
contentment. The boy's front flap drops to my feet. He steps up to my back,
sticks his erection through my butt crack and stabs into my hole. A quick
penetration is made. I have to bite my lip from crying out from the pain.
My hips are gripped. I feel the tight clenching of my ringed hole muscle
around the boy invader and am unable to relax their hold. The warmth of his
chest whispers against my back. He breathes heavily. I feel the boy's lust
but he doesn't begin his thrusts. Why?
When my butt no longer pains me, I reach back for Crying Loon's rear end
and pull on it. My hand shows the boy how he's to perform. He makes a good
stab. When my left hand relaxes, he pulls from my hole. Our connecting
bodies make a slow steady beat. I enjoy feeling his ass flex with a man's
fucking motion.
Crying Loon is performing it well. He tightens his grip of my hips when
pushing his erection deep through my hole. Against my sweaty cheeks, I feel
his groin hair rubbing against me. I'm surprised that a boy of twelve bears
such development. Song Bird is his age but he only has a smooth groin and a
shorter erection that can barely come out. I hope that this boy proves
himself to have a man's thick cum.
My butthole tightens and loosens around Crying Loon's thrusts. I hear
the boy moaning from my clever trick. Big Horn had shown me that. There's
such a need in me to give this boy his sexual pleasure. Once we were bitter
enemies. When we bared our hearts to each other, the truth of our warring
came out. He is like me. And sadly, we had fought over the same man though
I didn't realize it. I'm glad to be passing on my monedo's lesson to him.
This is a sexual act that connects this boy to my warrior lover.
"I'm going to come out!" warns Crying Loon.
I make a tighter grip over his butt so that he'll stay inside me. My
hand feels his quick humping. Deep in my hole comes a strong gushing; a
male release from the boy's swollen balls that pumps his cum into my butt.
At its ending, the youth cries out. I feel my hard dick throbbing against
my front flap.
My hand relaxes over Crying Loon's sweaty backside. He has performed
as a man. The boy rests his head against my back while he pants. I squeeze
his swollen dick within my ringed muscle to get out every drop of boy seed.
My heart soars for have given this young male his first sexual fulfillment.
I straighten up when feeling Crying Loon pulling from my butt. Our warm
bodies separate. Before I can turn to congratulate the boy, his hands are
on my cheeks, pulling them apart. I hold onto the tree and bend over.
"It must be all inside of you!" exclaims Crying Loon.
"Yes. Your long dick made a deep fit through my hole." I feel the boy's
breaths over my fucked ass. He continues to stare at my hole.
"What I've done... it won't make a baby?" he asks.
I laugh out loud. "No. We are both males so squirting your seed in me
accomplishes only pleasure." The youth traces his fingers through the crack
of my butt until he's touching my balls.
"Will my seed fill your loins?"
"No. I'll hold your cum in my butt for a while until feeling the need to
empty my bowels." Crying Loon stands up. I turn to face him with my hands
proudly gripping his shoulders. The youth shyly lowers his eyes from mine.
I look down at his dripping dick with a grin. He's still hard though his
brown knob has slipped back into its foreskin.
I notice where Crying Loon's eyes fall on me. He's curious about the
bulge within my front deerskin flap. I'm feeling my own lust! An idea comes
to me that could test this boy's readiness to become Mahyee-na.
"Turn around, Crying Loon. I want to look into your butt..."
"No, Willow Bird. It will hurt!"
I nod my head in understanding. Another idea comes to me from my lust.
"Let me show you my manly excitement, then." I pull my front flap from my
thong belt to bare my body to the boy. He eyes my long dick. The tip of it
is oozing with excitement.
"Have you stuck into many men?" he asks.
I think of all the times I've fucked. "No. There are fewer men who
permit their butts to be taken than sticking in them." I become very bold.
"More often, a boy accepts a man's need..."
"You've fit your dick into a boy's small hole?!"
"Ah, yes. They want me to put my strong seed into their growing bodies."
"Doesn't that hurt them?"
I slowly nod my head. "A boy is willing to endure that small pain to get
my seed in them," I explain. "That's how a man passes on his male strength
to the willing youth. Haven't you been given a 'growing-up' rite?"
"Yes. My uncle stood before me to perform that rite when I was eleven,"
says Crying Loon.
"Hmm. How was it performed?" I ask.
"After our swim in the river, my uncle noticed my erection. I had become
excited from sharing warmth with him in the cold water. He explained that
it was normal for a boy to 'spring up' as he put it. I was taken in hand to
show me male pleasuring. My uncle also did himself. At the end, I cried out
without a release from my loins but he wet to my belly. His thick seed was
brought down to my loins so they would fill up."
"And so they have." I give the boy a fond grip of his shoulder. He
smiles. From our exciting talk, his dick has remained hard. I reach down to
pull his thick foreskin back, freeing his knob. Its covered with cum.
"I was able to come out a year later because of my uncle's rite," admits
Crying Loon. "My eyes went to boys after that to compare their development
to mine. I'm often showing youths how they can pull on their erections for
pleasure."
"Did you do that for Day Rabbit?" I ask.
Crying Loon nods. "You asked me to! After I chased the other boys away,
I took Day Rabbit into the woods. He seemed to know what we were going to
be doing. I sat the boy over my thigh. My hand pulled on his hard pole. But
before I could get him to release, he asked me to suck on it!"
"Did you?"
"Yes. It's something I've done before... Day Rabbit pushed into my mouth
while I held his wiggly butt. I heard him cry out a few times. When he
couldn't bear the thrills any more, he pushed on my face. I liked tasting
his erection."
"I know. I'm the one who first initiated him in that," I admit.
"He likes to play tricks!" warns Day Rabbit. "He asked to try on my
breechclout, and when I let him, the boy ran back towards camp! I barely
managed to catch up with him before anyone saw my nakedness."
Crying Loon's story has me laughing. "I know! That's what Day Rabbit did
to me! Didn't anyone tell you how I streaked past the tipis in search of
that mischievous little boy a few moons ago?"
"That happened when Song Bird was being attended by our shaman for his
bear wounds?"
"Yes. I heard his mother crying outside the chief's tipi so in spite of
not getting my breechclout back from Day Rabbit, I entered to visit with my
sick friend. The little boy came in later to return what he'd stolen from
me so that I could cover my nakedness."
Crying Loon joins his giggling with my laughter. Our smiling eyes touch.
I'm glad that our hatred for one another has turned to friendship.
"We must keep our eyes on Day Rabbit!"
I take in a deep breath. Crying Loon reaches down to pick up the front
of his breechclout. He folds it over his thong belt. My yellow cloth lies
on the ground. Before I can fetch my flap, the boy steps on it. He turns
away from me while baring his butt.
I'm awe struck by what he's done. My eyes hold onto Crying Loon's soft
curves that draw my hands to them. I get to my knees behind the boy. With a
gentle hold of his small cheeks, I pull them apart for a peek. The youth
slowly spreads his legs. His butt opens to show me its puckered hole.
"Do you see it, Willow Bird?"
"Ah yes. You have a nice one," I tell him while my finger rubs over it.
The boy gasps. My mouth descends onto his warm cheeks to kiss his nice butt.
I'm licking and mouthing my way deeper through the crack of it. My nose
takes in the youth's lime smell that turns sharp when I find his hole. I
eagerly stick my tongue through its tightness. There's a sharp outcry from
the boy that gets my aching dick to throb with lust.
I spit in his hole to make the way slippery. My hands bring Crying Loon
down to the ground onto his knees before me. His rounded butt sticks out
for me to fuck. I take a quick look around. We're not that far in the woods
so I hope no one will catch what I'll be doing to this boy.
I massage Crying Loon's cheeks to get him to relax. My long dick sticks
between and finds his hole. A tight entrance! The boy gasps with pain.
"Please, Willow Bird! Don't hurt me..."
"Aren't you allowing me to fuck you?" I ask.
"No. I only wanted to show you my hole," he explains. "It's too small to
fit in your man size!"
"That's not so. I've stuck into a little boy much younger than you," I
boast. "He gladly accepted what my loins had to offer him."
"I see your need, Willow Bird. You've given me the favor of sticking
into your hole but I fear the pain from your big dick!"
"Then I'll seed you without penetration."
"How?" asks Crying Loon.
"I'll stick my knob against your hole and beat off."
"Will that get your sperm inside me?" he asks.
"I'll try." I recognize this boy's desire to get his butthole filled
with cum. When a man fucks me, I'm most excited by his ending when he
shoots deep into my butt; to feel his manliness being left inside me.
With my left hand, I grasp the thick skin of my dick to pull over it. My
oozing knob is pressed against Crying Loon's hole. He keeps it tight to
prevent me from entering. I cup the boy's underarm with my right hand to
keep his back curved. My hairy groin tickles against his brown cheeks.
Though I'm only beating off, I can imagine that I'm fucking this boy's ass.
Crying Loon pulls his butt away from my dick whenever I attempt a stab.
He really is afraid of being penetrated. I know that he wants it but the
fear of pain prevents the joining of our male bodies. It amazes me how
willing Running Wolf was to get his small butt fucked by me.
I'm feeling close to release. With my tight hand, I pull over my thick
foreskin while knobbing into the boy's hole. He's going to get a butt full
of cum if my aim is true. I growl out with lust.
"Are you shooting?" asks Crying Loon.
"Not yet. I think you'll be able to feel my gush between your cheeks!"
"Inside me, Willow Bird!" the boy pleads.
I take a firmer grip of Crying Loon's underarm so that he can't escape.
My foreskin is pulled back and I push my knob inside. The boy cries out. At
the feel of his tight insides around my stabbing cock, I get an intense
thrill. My loins explode!
"I'm shooting," I warn the boy. His wiggly butt tries getting off my
dick but I manage to keep inside him. Not too far. My rapid bursts of cum
going into his butt fills me with much pleasure. I think that I've cried
out...
"I felt it!" says Crying Loon.
My right hand relaxes its grip of the boy's underarm. I release a weary
breath when all my seed has flown. He has a fucked butt. It really pleases
me to know that I've given this youth my male gift of love.
I rest my hands around Crying Loon's hips. My swollen dick is still
pointing through his small curved cheeks, proving that we're connected. I
have fucked yet another sweet little boy...
Crying Loon gasps. He backs his butt onto my hairy groin to fit my dick
deeper through his anal passage. It becomes my turn to gasp. A slippery
heat swallows all of my length. My balls press against his soft cheeks.
His sweaty back comes to my chest.
I'm amazed by the boy's effort. Too late for me to enjoy but he is
getting a thrill from it. I raise my hands to his breast and hold him there
in an embrace. When I look down the youth's back, I see his butt pressed
onto my loins. We are intimately connected as two males can be.
"It doesn't hurt so much," says Crying Loon. "I feel something in my
butt, Willow Bird!"
"That's my dick," I reply with a laugh.
"No. Something tickling me deep... in my hole!"
I focus my attention on my hard dick. Though it is spent, I notice my
small thrusts that bring me a small measure of thrills. Is that what the
boy is feeling?
There's a scuffling sound coming from the front of Crying Loon. Ah. He
has removed his front flap. My left hand is led down from his breast to
grasp the boy's erection. I finger over its moist skin.
"Perform that rite, Willow Bird!" asks the boy.
I take a firm grip of Crying Loon's hard pole. Its thick foreskin is
gently pulled back and forth while I continue my slow thrusts through his
butthole. Often, the boy gasps as if out of breath. I'm amazed that he
feels such intense pleasure.
"It's starting to hurt!" warns Crying Loon.
I pause from masturbating the boy. Perhaps my hand is too rough for his
tender foreskin.
"No. Your dick in me is too tickling!"
My eyes widen with understanding. I have felt what this boy is enduring
deep inside his butt. When a man of length is fucking me, his swollen knob
hits upon a tickly part that can feel strange. Almost like a hurt. If I'm
beating off, I can turn its pain into deeper pleasure. My hand resumes to
masturbate the boy. He tries getting off my dick. My right arm lowers
around his belly to keep his butt impaled on my loins.
"Too intense!" the boy cries out.
I make quick stabs through his butthole that are in beat to my hand
pulling over his dick. I'm forcing his young body to endure the intense sex
that I'm offer him. There's a wonderful building of thrills in my dick. I
think I'll be able to shoot in him again.
All my strength is used to trap the boy to my body. It's almost as if
I'm raping Crying Loon. He cries out in pain. I hold a deep breath and
growl out like an angry bear when I cum. My dick feels hard and strong
inside his butt! There's a high-pitched cry from him. My hand feels the
warm rain that falls from his squirts.
It is done. When my pleasure fades, I relax my tight hold of his body.
Crying Loon doesn't try to escape. He sits heavily in my lap, keeping my
swollen dick up his butt. I raise my right hand to grasp his moist breast.
Fondly.
"You shot in me... again," says Crying Loon between breaths.
"Yes. Your butt has drained my balls for sure!"
"It was too intense," the boy explains. "I felt a strange pain coming
from your deep stabs in me. Really hurt!"
"At the end, your pain turned to intense thrills. Didn't it?" I ask.
"Uh hmm. How did you know that?"
"I've felt this same thing when a man fucked me. His cock was of length
to hit that squaw place deep in my butt that made me cum out. Strongly!
Never have I felt such an intense sensation."
Crying Loon rests his head over my right arm. I rub my sticky fingers
together, wishing that I could see if his release is white as a man's. For
now, I'm content to hold the weary boy. There's no doubt in me - he is
Mahyee-na.
After a long rest, Crying Loon stirs in my lap. He slowly rises on his
knees to get my dick out of him. Over my length is the boy's butt stain.
Proof that I've fucked him good. In my left hand is the result of it. My
sticky fingers reveal the boy's clear release; not strong like a man's. His
cum is like Song Bird's so I know that he needs a year of growing in the
loins before his sperm will thicken and turn white like mine.
Crying Loon turns to me with a hand over his aching butt. His familiar
gesture makes me laugh. Most of the boys I've fucked hold their backsides
from the pain. It please me to see this.
"You have a nice hole."
The boy grimaces. "It hurt like I thought it would, Willow Bird!"
"Let me see." Crying Loon slowly turns around with his butt sticking
towards me. I drop down to my knees. With gentle hands, I pull his brown
cheeks apart.
"What do you see?" the boy asks.
I laugh. "So much of my cum is in you that it's oozing out your hole!"
"Let me see yours."
I give the boy's ass a fond kiss before letting it go. I turn around,
crouching low to the ground with my legs spread. Crying Loon opens my butt.
He peers deep within. "What do you see?" I ask.
"A wet hole!" the boy giggles. "So much of my cum is in you that it's
coming out of your butt!"
"No. It's leaking from my fucking motion when stabbing into your butt!"
The boy slaps my cheeks a few times in mock anger. I straighten up with
serious intent. My hands drop to my sides while facing away from the boy.
Big Horn's first initiation for me comes to mind.
"What's wrong, Willow Bird?"
I clear my throat before speaking. "Turn around, Crying Loon. Touch
butts with me in the first rite of the Mahyee-na." After a long moment, I
feel the warm pressing of the boy's rear end to mine. My hands reach back
to find his trembling hands and grasp them. We stand up tall against each
other. My heart soars for what we've done.
I turn my head and look down at our touching backsides. The smooth skin
of my butt presses hard against his. Thrilling sensations run up and down
my spine. My dick swells with excitement. I marvel that such a heightened
pleasure comes from holding a boy in this naked backwards embrace.
I'm standing in that place Big Horn had been only a few moons ago. I was
but the learning but now, I'm the teacher of male sex. Crying Loon rubs his
moist butt against mine. A sensual feeling! I realize that we've already
put seed into each other. I hope that love can also fill our hearts.
The woods seem unusually quiet; no bird calls or other disturbances.
I'm alone with my boy in our rite of touching butts.
Crying Loon's fingers wiggle in mine. He rubs his head against my neck,
tickling me with his long hair. I hear his deep sigh of contentment. Yes.
What we've done with our bodies is a good thing.
"This is what Big... your monedo did to initiate you?" asks the boy.
My eyes fill with tears when I remember that man's similar rear embrace.
There's a tightness in my throat. I grip the boy's hand and speak. "Yes.
The brave had accompanied me one morning to check on my rabbit traps. On
the way back to camp, he bared his rear end to catch my interest. My young
friend had told me of witnessing this secret male rite so I knew what my
monedo was expecting of me. I untied my breechclout, turned, and we touched
butts."
"Like we are," whispers the boy.
I nod my head, filled with deep contentment. I'm enjoying the feel of
Crying Loon's moist cheeks pressed up against me. It keeps my dick hard in
the wanting for more sex and has me wondering if his pole is also hard.
I'm beginning to understand this first rite of the Mahyee-na; why we
are embraced with butts touching. It's not a part of the male body normally
offered for sex. Men express their sexuality with the function of their
penis inside a woman's front opening. A Mahyee-na man offers his rear
opening to complete his mate. Yet he is male. He can turn around after the
conquest of his squaw opening to performing as a man with his hard dick.
The boy takes a firm grip of my hands. He humps his ass over mine as if
we're in a contest of strength. I hump him back. Our heels bump when we
plant our feet in the dirt for a better position to butt wrestle.
There's a small release from my asshole caused by my exertion. Some of
the boy's clear seed flows down from between my cheeks to tickle over my
balls. I feel the strength of this boy's love with my body. It pleases me
to know that his butthole is also filled with my love.
A bird's warning cry in the woods has me looking around. My special
moment with the boy is broken. After looking around for anyone spying on
what we do, the fear in my heart is replaced with anger. I know that what
I'm sharing with this youth is a good thing but other males not Mahyee-na
would look upon our love rite with repulsion or worse.
I gently loosen my fingers from Crying Loon's. He senses that I'm ending
our rear embrace and turns to face me with a longing expression on his
face. It's good to see that the boy understands adult love. My hands find
his slim shoulders. Our eyes meet. On my face, I return this youth's tender
expression for wanting to love.
Crying Loon timidly reaches out for me. I feel his hands wrap around my
sweaty rear end, bringing my body onto his in a loose hug. We look down at
each other with grins. Below our chests, our swollen dicks press together
between our bellies. I sniff the sweet male result from our earlier love
making. It makes me lust-filled!
My hands reach around Crying Loon's shoulders and lock behind his upper
back. A loving squeeze is made of his slim frame. Tightly. The boy gasps
from his forced exhale. His hands pull over my butt, mashing our dicks
together. I'm given nice thrills from their fleshy meeting. This causes a
male beat to start between us.
The boy's eyes shine. "Again?" he asks.
I gently nod my head. My hands fall down the boy's sweaty back until I
find his humping butt. They are a larger pair of cheeks than what I found
in my embrace with Song Bird, of this I am sure. My half brother is of the
same age as Crying Loon but nearly a year behind in bodily development. He
also lacks groin hair. I'm surprised that my young friend can shoot even a
clear release from his loins like this boy. Perhaps Crying Loon's will
thicken in only a few moon's time.
Crying Loon gasps in my tight arms. I feel my pleasure building and
moan. This brings the boy's eyes up to mine. He reveals that same pleasure
he's experiencing from our loving embrace. Such an adult expression for a
twelve-year-old boy! Though he's not old enough to be named a brave, I know
that this youth understands what we're doing with our bodies and accepts
it. He may be ready to join the Mahyee-na.
Another test is made. I slowly bring my face down to the boy's with my
intent of kissing him. My head turns slightly so that our noses won't bump.
He sees it coming. Surprise shows from his widening eyes but he accepts my
lips on his. We kiss. What a sweet expression! I drink up his mouth as my
male body tries joining with his.
How wonderful to have a willing boy in my arms! I look upon Crying Loon
with awe. Such an intense face for a youth to have; he's revealing many
tender emotions: surprise turning to excitement and passion - his longing
to win my heart. He's also expressing intense thrills from sex by the way
his eyes narrow and his many gasps for air. He's old enough to understand
why he's in my arms.
I'm revealing those same dear emotions on my face for Crying Loon. Does
he see the hope for new love reflected in my eyes?
Our brown bodies continue to sway like a pair of cat tails in the wind.
Gently. An erotic dance building to climax. I lead my young male along the
path of the Mahyee-na that one day may be him showing another youth how to
love. And be loved! That is the sacred circle of life.
Crying Loon giggles when our noses bump. He's often pausing from kissing
me to take in urgent breaths. I look at our embrace in those moments. The
boy's long black hair dances over his ears down to his thin sun-browned
shoulders. Our sweaty chests meet: my strength against the boy's softness.
Below, our hands play over each other's flexing drums with lust's beat. It
gets our swollen tom-toms to fill with increasing thrills. Sweat runs down
his body from the effort. A moan. Our crunch of groin hair.
The boy kisses me like there's no tomorrow. High-pitched wailing comes
from his nose, eyes are tightly shut. His hands become savage over my
flexing butt. I stick my tongue into his mouth and he explodes from this
new sensation by crying out. I take his lusty breath into my lungs.
There's something warm on my belly. I notice Crying Loon's fluttering
eyelids and realize that he's cumming! My breath blows harshly into the
boy's mouth, ending our kissing. I grip his ass to make big stabs against
his shooting dick. My loud outcry announces my own seeding. The thrills
from my dick are intense! My few squirts join with the boy's on our heaving
bellies that is the expression of fulfilled male lust. Oh, what sweet love
making!
Crying Loon gasps as if surprised about something. My arms bear more of
the boy's weight. When I realize that he's falling, my hands catch hold of
his back. I keep him standing next to me with a tight embrace. There's a
lightening to the color of the boy's face. His head hangs. I realize that
the youth has fainted.
My weary arms can barely hold Crying Loon so I carefully lower us to the
ground. I plant my butt in the dirt. The boy is turned in my lap until he
faces me. I grip his back. The youth's eyes are half closed as if dead.
Fear grips my heart! When I listen for his breaths, I'm relieved to hear
them. Perhaps he is too young to indulge in all the sex I've given him.
I look down at our wet bellies and grin. The odor is strong. My dick
remains hard while the boy's is limp, like his fainted body. My thick cum
is pooled in his tuft of groin hair while mine catches his weaker seed. I
recall Big Horn's warning to me about initiating boys in male sex.
How many times have I done so? Sun Beam was held within my arms at
Spirit Lake until I released against his belly. He was too young a boy to
shoot from his pole and was startled when I did it. Big Horn and I
demonstrated male pleasuring before another youth at the Moss-bowl Tribe.
Slow Turtle pulled over his erection with a grin, showing us that he
already knew about that simple boy rite. Night's Star was eager to stick
in my butthole. I took that boy's thrusts and surprised him by accepting
his seed in me as well. He's now in the hands of Sings-to-the-birds, a
young brave that Big Horn has initiated into the Mahyee-na.
Sky Runner of the Painted People was a special boy for me to love. His
body was small but his heart big enough to embrace both Second Bird and
myself with friendship and more. He showed a lot of maturity. I learned
much from that youth about boys and of life itself. I'm already missing
him!
The youngest boy that I've embraced is Running Wolf. His spirit needed
healing and he brought joy back into my heart. Such a tight little butt!
Sadly, one of Snarling Bear's companions took his turn fucking my little
boy after I filled him with my seed. The father learned of his son's rape.
From my own tribe, I've shown Song Bird many love acts that two males
can perform. He was my first student! I turned to Big Horn as my lover when
that youth was denied me by the strong commandment of his father, our
tribal chief. I continued to love boys in spite of being caught. Day Rabbit
was given my 'growing up' rite on the river bank and I even dared to suck
on his erection. My body feels completion when pleasuring younger males.
I look down at the youth sleeping in my arms. He's of age to feel lust
and that makes him eager to perform Mahyee-na acts. I've been told that
boys have sex with other boys for male relief and pleasure but when
becoming men, turn to the squaws. Will he be following that path, I wonder?
My belly feels a tickle. I rub it away, bringing the boy's sticky cum up
from my groin hair to fill my navel. I laugh. It looks like my oozing
asshole if I were capable of bending down between my legs for a peek. With
reverence, I lick what remains of the boy's seed from my fingers. Sweet!
I've dared much to embrace youths with all my love. I take its rewards.
Crying Loon slowly stirs in my arms. His eyes open and he looks around
in bewilderment. I sigh with relief. When the boy notices my concern, he
puts on a brave face. I nod my approval for his found strength. He lays his
weary head against my breast to rest a moment. I feel his gentle breaths.
There's some guilt in me for what I've shown Crying Loon. He's a boy
still. His body needs two more years of growing and his head some more
learning before he'll be ready to be named a brave. I regret my attempts to
initiate him so soon into the Mahyee-na.
I scold myself. Something has been gained from it. Our past hatred has
been extinguished. Crying Loon opened his heart to me about Big Horn so I
understand where all his hostility for me has come from. And I forgive him.
Crying Loon lifts his head from my chest. His eyes are all bright and
cheery. I'm feeling less doubtful for what's happened between us and come
up with something humorous to say. "Can we be friends?"
"Lovers would be better," the boy answers.
I'm startled by Crying Loon's words. Does he feel that for me already?
It can be a dangerous emotion if left unchecked. I see the pleading in his
eyes when he lifts his face to mine for a kiss. I can't deny the boy. Our
mouths drink of new love though my heart fears the consequences.
The youth ends our kissing to take in breaths. The pleading in his eyes
ask me to answer his earlier question upon me. I speak with an open heart.
"I'm glad to have your friendship, Crying Loon. You have opened your heart
to me so how can I deny your hope for love? Know that I have loved before...
It can hurt so much that you'd want to die!"
Crying Loon whispers, "Is that what you felt when Big Horn went away?"
I'm stung by the boy's utterance of my lover's name and for his bold
question. It brings up such woe in me. Tears fill my eyes that I try
holding back. The effort pains my nose. Oh, will I ever be rid of my heart
pain for that man?!
"I should not have spoken of him," says Crying Loon. "Forgive me."
My arms wrap around the boy as my head lowers to his shoulder. I try
burying my pain. With each new boy, I find happiness and bliss but always
I'm reminded of my fallen brave. It twists my heart like an old gnarled
tree. Its dark limbs catch my fragile heart to poke me with renewed pain.
"Oh, Big Horn!" I whisper again and again without being able to stop.
Anger rises within me. It gives me the strength to find myself so I lift
my head up to face Crying Loon with bravery. He is troubled by my show of
weakness. I wipe the tears from my face.
"I am sorry Willow Bird for saying what I did!"
"You have spoken truly," I console the boy. "He was a dear love of mine
but not my first... and not my last. I see in you the hope for love but
not enough maturity to endure it. I'm not trying to make you feel small,
Crying Loon. I want you to enjoy an innocent boyhood for a while longer
until that time you're named a man."
"I think that I understand, Willow Bird."
"That's good. Because of your willingness, I've shown you much in the
ways of the Mahyee-na. Your young body couldn't endure it all - that's why
you fainted. Please keep what we've shared buried deep in your heart! My
monedo had warned me about trying to initiating boys... I understand now
what he meant."
"Does this mean you won't love... embrace me again?" asks Crying Loon
with a worried expression on his face.
I take a firm grip of the boy's shoulders. "I'll always accept your arms
around me to satisfy the needs of our bodies and to express our growing
hearts for one another. Let's explore our love slowly. And keep it secret."
Crying Loon nods his head in understanding. I'm tempted to make my
request upon him a formal oath of silence but decide that the boy can be
trusted. He is intelligent and wise. A worthy lover for me if that should
become the path for us to walk together.
Crying Loon grins. "It can't be undone."
"Hmm?"
"You've begun my initiation into the Mahyee-na as... your monedo had
done for you. We've touched butts. I consider myself in your care until
that time I'm named a brave. Then you can fully initiate me."
I slowly nod my head. The boy reveals wisdom by his words that brings to
mind a way to test him. "I agree, Crying Loon. During your two remaining
years as a boy, I'll teach you what it means to be Mahyee-na. It must be
kept a secret between us."
"Yes. I understand that," the boy replies. "I'm sure my father wouldn't
approve of this path. No grandchildren for him to look upon."
"That may be so and again it may not."
"What do you mean, Willow Bird?"
"My monedo has told me that we of the Mahyee-na remain as men by
desiring those of our sex but that we can take wives to beget sons and
daughters."
"Are you going to marry?"
"No. I am different from my monedo in that I prefer loving boys to men."
Crying Loon seems taken back by my words. It wasn't what he was expecting
my reply to be.
"Have you loved other boys?" he asks.
I nod my head with a twinge of sadness. "I've not only lost my monedo
but have a heart pain for a boy who was my first love and taken away from
me..." I see something flash in Crying Loon's eyes; a sense of recognition.
Does he know about Song Bird and myself?
"I hope that my love won't hurt you."
I look deep into Crying Loon's eyes to read the truth of what he's said.
It seems that the boy is able to surprise me as well. He lifts his head to
give me a mouth kiss. I accept his offering with trembling lips, feeling
the love growing between us. Where once we were foolish boys on the warpath
of hatred for one another now we walk hand in hand as new lovers.
Crying Loon squirms in my lap. He ends our kissing with a look of
discomfort on his face. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"My butt hurts."
I shake my head and grin. "You've endured two mountings from my lusty
dick. I'm surprised that you're not exploding over my leg!" I help the boy
get up. He squats near a tree, holding onto it while emptying his bowels.
For a long moment, nothing happens.
"I can't seem to do it," Crying Loon complains. "I feel a great need to
but nothing comes out!"
I empathize with the boy's pain from having been in his situation myself
after a hard fuck. An idea comes to me. It's something that can serve
several purposes. I fetch his rear breechclout flap from the ground and lay
it under the squatting youth. Big Horn's similar rite comes to mind. With
my hands, I massage the boy's soft cheeks. I'm trying to coax his hole's
release of my seed.
There's a bubbling sound. I peer between Crying Loon's cheeks and see my
cum flowing down to his rear flap. His little butt trembles from the effort.
"Don't push too hard!" I advise the youth. My hands continue to soothe his
hurting rear end.
When nothing more comes from the boy's asshole, I lift him to his feet.
He holds his aching butt in hand and grimaces. We both look down at the
sticky pool over his cloth. The youth gestures at it questioningly.
"That flap holds proof of your first initiation into the Mahyee-na," I
explain. "It's something my monedo had done for me."
"Is that why you're not wearing a flap for your butt?"
"No. It was lost..." I'm painfully reminded that my rear breechclout,
empowered by the black bear's claws and sewn into my sacred bundle was
desecrated by Crumobia. Its contents was smashed into the dirt by his feet.
"Are you going to squat over my flap?" asks Crying Loon. (He reaches out
for Willow Bird's butt and rubs over it suggestively.)
I answer the boy's plea by taking his place by the tree and squatting.
He gets behind me with his hands on my cheeks in a massage. That makes me
grin. My hole doesn't ache me since I'm used to male penetration and his
dick is small compared to the men I've taken in me. My legs spread. I make
careful aim when my butt empties of boy seed. I'm sure he's watching it
with interest.
"Your brown hole is opening," says Crying Loon. "Oh. I see what my dick
has squirted in you coming out! A lot..."
The boy's description makes me grin. I keep my strong hold of the tree
when squatting closer to the ground. His cum flows down from my opening,
over my balls to the deerskin breechclout below.
"Oops! You're pushing out something..." warns Crying Loon.
I tighten my ringed hole muscles to prevent anything more from escaping.
I get to my feet and turn around. The cloth reveals two mingling pools of
male seed and a small turd. I fetch a stick from the ground. With care, I
lift it from the cloth and fling it away. The boy grimaces when it lands
near his feet.
I keep my smile from showing. It's with a serious expression that I
conclude my ritual with Crying Loon's wet cloth. My fingers swirl the two
pools together to make them one. I hum a wordless song. Its tempo matches a
male's ending gasp when at climax.
Crying Loon squats at my side. He repeats my ritual by swirling our cum
together, holding his wet fingers out to me in an offer of a proud rite of
his own. I allow him to draw sticky lines over my face like war paint. My
wet fingers trace over the boy's cheeks. His eyes close under my touch. I
watch a play of emotions over the boy's face and know that my binding rite
has touched him profoundly.
When the boy opens his eyes, I feel his plea for me to say something. A
kind of announcement that is made at the conclusion of a solemn ritual.
"I have no good words to say that can explain what we've done. You have
touched my heart with joy from your willingness to be Mahyee-na."
"I want to learn how from you," answers Crying Loon.
I look deep into the boy's eyes. Yes. He's someone that needs instruction
on our secret male ways. It was borne in him and growing like a delicate
flower but too shy to open. My daring to love this youth has made him bloom.
I want his love in return! He rushes into my arms when they're offered. I
hold the boy fiercely against my chest for a long while.
How strange life can be. We have hated each other during most of our
boyhood that had stemmed from jealousy, misunderstanding and competition
for the same man. Opening our hearts to one another has freed our spirits
of such nonsense. It's much better to love.
My arms begin to ache me. I let go a weary sigh when releasing the boy
from my hold. My body has tired after all our wonderful love making so I
need to get back to my mother's tipi for a nap. I fetch what remains of
Crying Loon's breechclout. The boy stands before me when I tie his thong
belt around his slim waist. His front cloth is folded over in front to
cover his loins. I'm impressed by their size for his age and that he has a
tuft of groin hair.
"You performed as a man," I announce with pride. Crying Loon glances at
my rear end with understanding. My fierce eyes catch the boy's and hold.
"Whenever you're in need, I'll be glad to offer you male satisfaction in
hand, with my mouth or taking your stabs up my butthole."
The boy nods. "I'll also give myself to your needs, Willow Bird. My body
isn't that strong but I'll try to perform like a man..."
"I desire you because your body is small as a boy!" I explain. "You'll
endure all my love blows. Enjoy this carefree time before being named a
brave and the responsibilities that'll come with it." My hands press down
hard on the youth's slim shoulders in a gesture of burdens.
Crying Loon wiggles out of my hold to go fetch my breechclout. I stand
before him while he ties my thong belt around my waist. A playful tug is
made of my dick. I reach back for his butt and pat over it with lust. My
front flap is dropped over my belt to cover me. We stand together clothed.
"What about my wet cloth?" asks Crying Loon.
I walk back to the Witness Tree and fondly rub my butt over its rough
bark. The deerskin flap in question lies at my feet. I reach down,
carefully lifting the cloth by its corners and fold it with the wet side
kept inside. A slow rubbing of the thin hide is made to absorb our cum
within it.
Crying Loon walks to my side, facing away from me. He sticks his little
butt out to get it covered. I drop his ritual flap over my rear end
instead. The boy turns to me with arms crossed over his chest.
"That's part of my breechclout, Willow Bird."
"Yes. It was... I'm going to wear it for a day while you remain bared
from behind as a sign of your first initiation into the Mahyee-na. My test
for you to endure, Crying Loon. You must not tell anyone the truth of why
your butt shows. Say that you've lost it in the woods; that's partly right.
We'll met back here tomorrow where I'll return the flap to you."
"Really, Willow Bird?"
I nod my head in reply. "If I'm to show you the ways of the Mahyee-na,
you must accept what I ask of you. Be glad that I'm not taking your front
flap!"
Crying Loon shakes his head. "That would be too difficult a test for me
to bear! I have hair down there that marks my growth into manhood that the
girls shouldn't see. I can endure not having my butt covered for a day..."
I playfully slap over the boy's small cheeks. He frowns from the pain.
"Be careful not to get it raped!" I warn the boy. "My monedo has told me
about a few lusting men in our tribe who may take your lack of covering as
a sign that you like getting your butt fucked."
"Which men?" asks Crying Loon.
"He didn't say. Only that I would likely find them in the woods..."
Crying Loon looks through the trees. It seems that he's taking my warning
too seriously. "No. I don't think any man would try sticking into you.
You're still a boy who could bring your father's wrath down upon them if
they tried!"
"How do you know I won't be telling my father what you've done to me?"
asks Crying Loon while rubbing over his rear end.
I swallow nervously in my throat before replying to his good question.
"That's what I risked when embracing you, Crying Loon. If you noticed, I
didn't ask a formal oath from you to ensure your silence. I know that
you're an intelligent boy who realizes what we've done here together. That
it must be kept secret."
Crying Loon nods his head. "I wouldn't have told."
I grip the boy's right shoulder. "I look forward to meeting you back
here tomorrow. Think over what I've said and all that I've shown you of the
Mahyee-na. Let me know if this is the path for you."
Crying Loon grips my hand over his shoulder. I peer deep into his eyes
and see that he'll likely follow in my footsteps. He lifts his face to mine
for a kiss. I'm glad this youth doesn't think it a silly thing for boys to
do with each other as Song Bird had.
It's with a happy sigh that Crying Loon breaks from our kissing. He
smiles. I notice maturity in his dark eyes that remind me of myself after
my first sexual embrace with Big Horn. A boy grows up. And it will be by my
hand that Crying Loon enters manhood in the years to come.
I grin when watching the boy streak past the trees. He has a nice butt.
I hope that he won't be given much humiliation for having it bared. Against
my butt, I feel the soft deerskin cloth. It's been a long time since I've
had my body fully covered. The boy's love against my rear end...
My walk through the trees is a slow one. I don't want anyone noticing my
departure from the woods with Crying Loon. Our love must be kept secret!
I'm often reaching back for his rear flap to press it hard against my butt.
Between its folding is our mingling seed, male love expressed. My body is
weary but I've accomplished much! Yet another boy has been initiated into
the Mahyee-na.
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