The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male
to male sexual fantasy.  If that's not you, please read no further.

Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real
persons implied.

War Party by LenZelig@aol.com

     It was going to be a hot day. The sun was rising in a cloudless sky
and had already dispelled the cool mists of morning in the Arizona
mountains. As I hiked along a creek through a high valley, the heat and
exertion had a cleansing effect. It was just what I needed to collect my
thoughts. My college roommate had just asked me to move with him to LA.
He had some contacts in Hollywood and landed a job as an animator for
Disney. He even arranged for a writing job for me and at a very attractive
salary. I just wasn't sure I wanted to keep up our relationship.
     He was cute. He had a tight ass and was a great fuck, but I wasn't
gay. I had plenty of fun with the coeds. I used my roommate because he was
convenient and didn't require me to buy him dinner for sex. Just because he
helps me out a couple of times a day doesn't mean we're going steady, does
it? But - the job offer is really very interesting.
     I needed some time alone, so I packed my gear and drove to the
mountains about a couple of hours east of Tempe. I followed Route 60 until
I came to an area I had wanted to explore. I took a narrow dirt road off
the highway and parked when the road ran out. I gathered my gear and hiked
upward. My first night was spent watching the stars, more than you ever see
in the city, wheel across the sky until I fell asleep. Now in my second
day, not having seen a soul since I turned off the main road, I had put all
the troubling thoughts behind me.
     As I trekked upward the creek narrowed. The water made a soothing
noise as it splashed over boulders in its path down the mountain. The cold
stream, fed from snow melting higher up, was refreshing. I shed my shirt
and spread a protective layer of sunscreen against the warm May sun.
     As I followed the stream, I came to a section where a rock fall had
created a natural dam. The water had backed up to fill about half of a
mountain meadow. As I stood under the pine trees by the outflow, I saw my
first sign of other humans. A teepee had been set up near the far side of
the lake. I couldn't see any sign of the occupants, but three horses grazed
on the grass nearby.
     I walked along the side of the water approaching the camp site. When I
was about a hundred yards away I caught sight of three Indian boys on the
far side of the teepee. Two muscular braves were in heavy action with a
smaller boy they had stretched out on his back between them. One was
fucking his mouth while the other pounded his ass.
     I kept out of sight with the teepee between them and me as I moved
closer. About twenty feet from their location, a clump of bushes provided
cover. I crawled behind them to watch the hot scene.
     I saw immediately that I had been wrong. The boy being fucked was not
small, but even bigger than my five ten, one sixty. He was a good six foot
and a muscular 180. The reason he'd looked small was that the two guys with
him were real giants. The one using his mouth was a good six four with a
build that would have been the envy of a champion bodybuilder. His arms
were at least twenty inches, if not a couple inches more. He had a massive
chest, back and shoulders tapering to a small, strongly defined waist that
flared back to thick thighs. He was kneeling with those thighs astride the
other's head. A thick pole of dick flesh snaked into the boy's mouth. As he
rocked his body back and forth several inches of firm love muscle moved in
and out of the lips that were squeezing it tightly. I couldn't tell how
long it was, but the boy's neck seemed to expand along its length as the
pole pushed in.
     The last brave made even that guy seem small. He was several inches
taller and much more muscular. I didn't think a man could amass so much
muscle. His arms must have been a good thirty inches, his chest well over
sixty with massive pecs and a back that had muscles on its muscles. I could
see each of the abdominal muscles along his waist that looked only a little
thicker than his arm. Each huge thigh was bigger than my chest. He had the
first kid's legs resting on his chest as he powered foot long strokes into
the ass with the log that sprouted between his legs. His condom didn't
reach all the way to the base of pole, but left a couple inches bare by his
black pubic hairs.
     All the men had beautiful smooth reddish brown skin. Their bodies were
hairless except for their pubes and heads. The two fuckers had shoulder
length straight black hair while the one on the ground had his waist length
hair draped beneath him like a black blanket. He was wearing only a breech
cloth of some type of leather. The front panel was flipped over onto his
stomach to allow the brave fucking his ass to jack his dick with both
hands. It was a full two handfuls, about ten inches I'd guess and I
realized his must be the smallest in this group.
     The biggest Indian had a similar breech cloth garment that was just
pushed aside by his tremendous sexual member. He had a headband with some
sort of design that wrapped his forehead and black locks. The heat and his
exertions were starting to cause beads of sweat to glisten on his body. The
other one was completely nude. I spotted his small garment discarded a few
feet away.
     My own eight incher was pressing painfully against my zipper, so I
whipped it out for a little massage while I watched. The action was plenty
hot. The two boys, they all looked on the shy side of twenty
notwithstanding their impressive musculature, were timing their movements
so they pushed in together. As they plugged the third youth to the hilt he
would arch his back, lifting it off the ground until he was bowed like one
of the weapons resting against the teepee. As astonishing lengths of flesh
slipped from orifices at both ends of his body on the out stoke, his body
would relax and settle back down.
     I watched the action for ten minutes getting more excited myself as
time passed. Suddenly, I heard a stifled scream escape from the around the
plugged mouth of the boy in the middle. His body seemed to snap in an even
tighter bow as a jet of white shot from his hose. It sailed clean over his
body and struck the guy fucking his lips square in the chest. A second
later another jet landed nearby, followed by others of diminishing force
that coated both boys liberally with jizz. The two fuckers stayed buried
deep and I could tell they were unloading their own juices.
     It was too much for me. I sprayed my own load into the bushes that hid
me from their eyes. When I recovered from my own orgasm I noticed that they
were all looking this way. I must have made some sound. The brave at the
head rocked back on his knees pulling about eight inches of his still firm
dick tube from the mouth of the boy beneath him who rotated his head a bit
around the axis of flesh for a look too.
     "Who's there?" the big one, still plugged to the hilt in ass,
demanded. I realized that they could probably see at least my outline
through the leaves. As the first brave rose to his feet, snatching the last
six inches from his companion's mouth, I started to flee back to the
woods. He ran after me.
     He had gained a little, but I had a head start. When I'd covered about
half the distance, I began to think I might make it to the trees. Then I
heard hoof beats coming up rapidly from behind. I hadn't taken ten more
strides when I was lifted into the air by the straps on my backpack and
tossed belly down across the back of a horse in full gallop.
     My body was resting on the mighty thighs of the biggest Indian that
straddled the horse he was riding bareback.  Then the fence post pressing
against my stomach must be... It couldn't be that big, could it?
     He brought the charging horse to a halt. It reared up on its hind
legs, pressing my side into the firm wall of my captor's abdominals. We
started back to the camp at a trot. We passed the other warrior who ran
beside us. His big dick swayed between his legs as he ran. It had gone
partially soft, but was still a good foot long reaching more than halfway
to his knee. The reddish head poked part way out of the skin that enfolded
it. Streaks of cum from the boy they had fucked were drying on his chest.
     With every stride of the horse the huge Indian fuck pole would beat
into my gut. Despite my fear and dread at what might come, I started to get
excited. My own eight inch dick, that I now thought of as small, was hard
and poking out the fly of my shorts that I hadn't had the time to zip in my
haste to flee.
     It only took a couple minutes to cover the distance back to their
camp. The horse halted by their companion who was standing in front of the
teepee. I was hauled from the horse and forced to my knees in front of
him. He had a defined muscular body with smooth skin and almost a feminine
face.. But, he was definitely male. Beneath the cover of his breech cloth I
could clearly see the outline of a cock at least 10 inches
long. Crisscrossing his torso like war paint, were lines of dried cum that
had recently erupted from that cock. As he stood, legs split and hands on
hips, a gust of wind blew the long strands of his dark hair off to the
side.
     "Why are you trespassing on land sacred to the Apache?" he demanded.
     I didn't know what to say. "I didn't mean to trespass. I was just
hiking in the mountains," I stammered.
     "This is reservation land. You have no right to be here."
     "I didn't know. I just turned off Route 60 and started walking
uphill."
     "That is no excuse. The reservation is clearly marked by signs along
all roads," he retorted growing angry. "Were you spying on us?" Then softer
he added, "Did you like what you saw?"
     I looked up into his black eyes, but didn't know what to say.
     "I think you did," he continued staring down at my stiffness. "You
will be our slave. If you please us we might let you live."
     "What? This is the Twentieth Century. You can't be serious," I
shouted, struggling unsuccessfully to escape the powerful grip of the
Indian behind me.
     "There are hundreds of square miles of wilderness on our
reservation. Hikers disappear each year for who knows what reason. Your
body would never be found; just another unexplained tragedy," he replied
evenly. "You'd better cooperate."
     Just then I spotted the man who carried me back to camp walking toward
us after having taken care of his horse. Almost paralyzed with fear I
couldn't help but notice his huge organ, still hard, as thick as my wrist,
poking straight out from his body with a slight upward arc and swaying from
side to side as he strode back toward the camp. His garment looked a little
ridiculous as the member had just pushed it aside. I wondered how clothes
could ever conceal it. He still wore the condom. It had a bubble of cum
trapped in the tip the size of a golf ball.
     I tried a last appeal to the two braves. "Don't listen to him. Just
let me go. I won't cause any trouble," I pleaded. They ignored me.
     The smaller Indian, clearly the leader said something in a language I
didn't understand. The biggest one grabbed me by my shorts and tore them
from my body like they were paper. The other removed my pack and tossed it
aside.
     The biggest knelt behind me. I could feel his manhood resting against
my back, extending almost up to my shoulder blades. He pushed me over until
I was supported on hands and knees. With his hands on my inner thighs he
lifted my hips off the ground and spread my legs wide so he could move
between them. I felt the slimy sheath on his pole slip down my back and
lightly trace along the crack of my ass before pushing over the underside
of my body as he repositioned himself. His bulging biceps reached around my
torso, stripped off the used protection and rolled on a fresh one. He
smeared his old juices into my chest and tossed the expended thing away.
     When he flexed his sex muscle so it snapped against my body clear up
to my chest, I broke out of my haze. "Please, someone else go first," I
implored. "I've never been fucked before. He'll split me apart."
     The only response was that his giant hand held my waist in a grip of
iron and I felt him withdraw the shaft along my body to position it for
entrance.  Almost casually he raised my hips in the air and rubbed my
straining dick along his much larger one. Then he playfully poked my balls
with the tip of his cock head. As he set me back to my knees that head
pushed behind my nut sack and into the crack. It easily parted my glutes
and the tip settled against my hole. I held my breath.
     I felt the pressure increase as he forced the end inside spreading my
ass lips open. I tried desperately to relax. How did my roommate do it when
I fucked him? He pulled me against him harder and harder. His mighty member
overcame the resistance of merely human flesh. I felt my ass yield to his
body. A searing pain shot through me as he popped inside. I screamed.
     As the echo reverberated across the valley. It seemed to come from
some other world. I no longer had any attention for things external as all
my consciousness was focused on the sensations from my ass. There was pain,
but I seemed strangely disconnected from it. My body felt like it were
molded around the intruder. There was pressure and a fullness that moved
deeper and deeper inside as he added inch after inch.
     I was panting, unable to catch my breath. Wave after wave of sensation
broke over me. I lifted my head, eyes wide seeing as if through a heavy
fog. The other two Indians were looking at me, amused. The leader seemed to
have a satisfied smirk on his face. Everything moved at a crawl, like I
were watching a movie in slow motion. The world spun around and around.
     I dreamt I was flying. Carried off to the mountains by a giant
eagle. There was a flash of lightning and a tremendous searing pain shot
through me. I awoke. I was flying! My limbs had gone limp, but I was still
suspended a couple feet off the ground. The eagle's claws were the powerful
hands of my Indian that were sliding me back and forth over his incredible
sex pole. Each time he pressed in a bit deeper my whole body convulsed as
he rearranged my internal anatomy to accommodate his massive dimensions. I
noticed that the grass beneath me was splattered with drops of my white
cum.
     Since I didn't need the support of my arms, I reached down to explore
what was happening to my body. My stomach was wet with the residue of the
orgasm that caused me to pass out. My own eight inches were board stiff,
sticking straight up along my belly. I felt my abs. When my giant pushed
into me I could feel myself expand to make room for the intrusion. Deep
below my muscles I traced the outline of a massive cock.
     Reaching back to my ass I examined where the shaft penetrated my
body. I couldn't wrap one hand around it. There was a sticky wetness oozing
from my hole. I tried to reach back further to see how much more I needed
to endure. I thought I could stretch five or six inches, but didn't touch
the base. I remembered that his last condom ended a couple inches short,
however, the shaft I could reach was all sheathed. What did that mean? I
wasn't thinking clearly. Did he have seven or eight inches or more to shove
in me? Would it even be possible?
     Waves of sensation washed over me each time his dick moved inside
me. Again they started to overwhelm me. My entire body tensed and spasmed
as my cum spewed forth once more. My muscles contracted involuntarily
around the invader inside me. I thought I could sense every inch, bump and
vein on it as it reached impossibly far within me. The frenzied massage of
my body on his cock was having an effect on the lusty brave behind me. His
probing assault became more determined and violent.
     The ecstasy that spiked through me each time my juices sprayed from me
masked the agony I should have felt. I was aware that something huge and
powerful was moving deep down in the core of my body, but it seemed
detached from my senses. Suddenly, a new phenomena began. The presence that
was dominating my body began to pulse with new energy. My whole being
vibrated in sympathy with its overpowering rhythm. Nothing else mattered. I
screamed, not from pain, but from shear overwhelming pleasure.
     I felt cold water splash off my face. My eyes snapped open. The scene
had changed. I was disoriented. I looked around frantically. I was sitting
upright. Huge arms enfolded my torso. It was the brave that had been
fucking me. He was sitting with folded legs and I was sitting in his lap my
legs folded on top of his. His thighs were over twice my size and so firm
that my weight made no impression upon them. He was still inside me,
impaled so deep that when I breathed I thought I could feel the head of his
penis behind my breastbone.
     The other two were standing in front of me with concerned
expressions. The other warrior had an animal skin bladder that was dripping
water. He offered me a drink and I guzzled my fill.
     The leader of the group spoke. "Are you ready to continue?"
     The brave I was sitting on flexed his thigh muscles. As they expanded
I was pushed a couple inches up along his shaft. Shudders of incredible
pleasure rushed through me. I nodded yes.
     The second brave stepped up to me straddling the huge thighs of his
companion who gripped my wrist with his strong hand and guided me to stoke
his friend's now flaccid flesh. I needed no encouragement and brought my
second hand up to help out. It was at least ten inches soft, but it didn't
stay soft. As I started stroking it, I could feel the tube swell and
harden. As it lengthened past twelve inches, it strained to rise toward
horizontal. I followed it with my massage until it stretched out pointed
right at my lips. It continued to grow. The tip poked out of the taught
skin that normally covered it, bright red from the fresh blood rushing to
fill out its dimensions. It was almost fourteen inches when it touched my
lips. I opened my mouth and accepted it inside.
     I licked the piss slit with my tongue, tasting a drop of precum. He
pushed forward filling my mouth with the first six inches. I worked on it
with my lips and mouth as he came to full erection. He placed his hands
behind my head and tried to force some more of his straining shaft
inside. It hit the back of my throat.
     The big man behind me pushed my back forward with one hand as the
other hand on the top of my head raised my face to align my mouth with my
neck. As he got me in position, I felt my gullet open and then fill with
inch after inch of massive manhood as I swallowed again and again. I felt
the head push past my Adam's Apple. I thought he would meet his partner in
the middle of my body right by my heart. Soon my nose was pressed into his
silky black pubic bush. I inhaled his aroma. I could believe I had over
thirty inches of prime beef plugging me from both ends.
     The brave at my face backed off a bit easing six inches or so from my
throat. He grabbed me under my arm pits. The guy behind me then held my
waist just under my ribs. Together they lifted me up until my face was
again flush with the standing man's groin. This pulled about half a foot of
flesh from my ass. Then they lowered me back down. My body was transfixed
by the two poles that penetrated deep into my core. When they moved me
along them every nerve in me sparked. I closed my eyes and gave myself over
to the enjoyment of the sensation.
     They continued in this mode for minutes before I picked up a
change. The pace became faster and harder. My body was slammed into the
firm flesh in front and behind. Their tools seemed to swell even larger, if
that were possible, and then I felt the insistent beat of their building
eruptions. It grew stronger and my body reverberated with its force. I felt
the first rush of man seed power past my lips and ass to race up the long
shafts and spew forth. I knew that my own dick had joined in with my sex
partners, but my thoughts and feelings concentrated on what was happening
inside me.
     Both men were plugged into me to the hilt. The guy in front was so
deep down my throat that he was delivering his load direct to my stomach,
but I hoped he'd back off so I could taste his hot sauce. He must have read
my mind because that's just what he did, stopping with only five or six
inches filling my mouth. His next blast filled me with salty cum. I
swallowed and he filled me again and again. With my lips still tightly
stretched around his cum hose I looked up at him and saw him staring down
at me. I could see every muscle in his body tense as he powered each fresh
load on its way.
     As his ejaculations subsided, he pulled the last inches from my
mouth. Still, a final spurt coated my face. I licked up what I could reach
with my tongue. Then the man beneath me got up carrying me with him and
setting me on my feet. He held me for a minute until I recovered the
strength to stand on my own. Then he squatted down withdrawing his mammoth
member from my ass. It felt like my body was being turned inside out. I
gasped in shock and surprise and almost fell back on top of him, dragged
off my feet by the force of removal, but the other brave reached out and
steadied me. Finally the head came free with an audible pop. I felt empty.
     I turned around to examine the mighty warrior that had conquered my
cherry ass. I only came up to his pecs. I saw his shaft, still somewhat
stiff at a forty five degree angle. The condom was coated with my blood and
ass juices. Its tip was swollen almost to the bursting point with the two
deposits that he unleashed inside me. I reached to remove it, taking the
opportunity to feel the heft and girth of a sex tool that I could not have
even imagined yesterday.
     I carefully preserved his cum, not spilling a drop. I drank it down
and licked the inside of the rubber clean to ensure I had it all.
     I must have passed their test. The leader came up and made
introductions. The largest brave was Red Eagle, the other was Running Wolf
and he was called Night Wind. Red Eagle explained that Night Wind was the
son of a medicine man and would be a medicine man himself one day. His
family were the custodians of tribal lore and traditions and commanded
powerful forces. He was instructing them in the old ways to improve their
strength and endurance and their prowess as hunters, warriors and Apache
males. He asked if I thought they had learned their lessons well. Damn,
these two could conquer a whole regiment of cavalry just by sneaking into
the barracks at night. I nodded.
     Red Eagle ushered me to the lake to clean up after sex. The water was
cold, but refreshing. We washed each other and I had an opportunity to
explore every muscle on their bodies. They were as powerful as they
looked. Night Wind applied a balm to my abused ass. It ended my lingering
pain immediately and spread a tingling sensation through my body. He
started to spread it inside on my ravaged intestines. Red Eagle hugged me
to his chest. I sucked on a firm brown nipple as Night Wing eased his full
hand inside. In and out he pushed spreading relief until he was in beyond
his elbow. I felt the tingling spread to all the places Red Eagle had
explored. As Night Wing pulled out he did something inside that brought me
to another massive orgasm. My body collapsed against Red Eagle as my seed
spurted between our pressed bodies.
     Red Eagle and Running Wolf then had a spear throwing contest for my
benefit. I was the spear. Carrying me overhead with one arm they'd run full
tilt to the bank of the lake and toss me in the air to slash down. Night
Wind swam out with a line from shore to mark the greatest distance. As I
expected Red Eagle's size and strength proved decisive with three tosses of
over fifty feet.
     The sun dried our bodies. The Indians put their breech cloths back
on. Red Eagle never got fully soft and his dick always pushed the covering
off to the side. It might not have made much difference since the covering
ended four inches above the knee and the shortest he got was two inches
further than that. He said they normally wear baggy sweat pants when in
town.
     Night Wind told the braves to go out and hunt for dinner. They invited
me along. They retrieved their horses. When they returned, riding bareback
again, both had bows and a quiver of arrows strapped to their backs. Red
Eagle reached down to help me up to his stallion. He had his massive dong
pumped up to full hardness and sheathed in fresh protection. It was obvious
where I was supposed to sit.
     I gripped his forearm below the elbow as he clamped my upper arm. He
lifted me easily straight up, holding me over the end of his waiting shaft
as he repositioned his grip to my waist. He asked if I were ready. When I
nodded he lowered me onto himself. I was surprised how easily he entered me
this time. I just felt a tingling like I had when Night Wind applied his
ointment. As he moved deeper the sensation increased in intensity. My own
dick spurted in orgasm before I even reached bottom.
     With my legs split wide apart to straddle his immense thighs and
weakened from the expenditure of sexual energy, I could barely sit
upright. Red Eagle was prepared for this. He tied me to his chest with
rawhide thongs.
     Red Eagle pulled out his bow and let me try it. He handed me an
arrow. It was a manufactured one with a fiberglass shaft and steel point. I
asked about it and he said that they could make their own arrows, but when
you hunt for food you want the best. The bow, however, was their own
construction. I couldn't pull it back more than a few inches and, when I
released the string, the arrow just fell to the ground beneath our
horse. Night Wind laughed and handed it back up.
     Then Red Eagle demonstrated. He notched the arrow and pulled back
smoothly until the bow string touched his nose. His arm muscles jumped out
in dramatic relief and his expanded chest squeezed the straps that bound us
together. He let fly at the trunk of a tree 100 yards away. The arrow
struck true. When we rode over there to retrieve the arrow, I saw that he
had driven his shot clear through the center of a ten inch trunk. He pulled
it the rest of the way and returned it to the quiver.
     We started off into the forest at a slow trot heading uphill along the
stream. The gait of the horse would bounce me up and down on his love arrow
that had me penetrated as thoroughly as the tree. That stuff Night Wind
used had me hypersensitive. Anything more than the gentlest motion would
drive me over the edge.  It was pretty rough terrain, so I drifted in and
out and only remember bits of the hunt.
     I recall the kill. When I became aware, the horses were moving in a
slow walk. Both braves had their bows out and arrows ready. They were
scanning the ground and forest up ahead. Then Running Wolf gave a shout and
I saw a bobcat sprinting toward a field of boulders. In less than a second
two missiles were on their way. Both caught the cat in mid stride. Its legs
collapsed and it skidded to a stop, plowing a small mound of pine needles
in front of it.
     Running Wolf dismounted. He recycled the arrows and then tied the dead
animal to the back of his horse. We soon started back to camp at a brisk
pace.
     The trip is again a haze until we were almost back to camp. There, Red
Eagle kicked his mount into a full run. I was tossed about much more than
before. Some internal reflex clamped me down on his shaft as I exploded for
the umpteenth time on this ride. But this was different as I felt him join
me. The horse thundered on out of control as both its riders were lost in
the reverie of released sexual energy. It ran full tilt to the edge of the
lake and then stopped short, throwing us both over its head and into the
water.
     Luckily Red Eagle's back hit first with me on top of him. The cold
shocked us back to reality. Red Eagle stood up in the chest deep, for him,
water and climbed to shore. I was still tied to him and when we reached
land my feet were at least six inches from the ground. Running Wolf pulled
up and reminded Red Eagle that sex while riding can be as dangerous as sex
while driving. He smiled and rode off to deliver his cargo.
     Red Eagle unstrapped me. He grabbed the reins of his horse and we
walked the few hundred yards remaining to camp. Night Wind was already at
work on the cat, removing the hide. He congratulated the hunters and
announced that he would have the meal ready in two hours.
     Red Eagle offered to take care of the horses. As he led them away
Running Wolf grabbed my wrist. He had already removed his breech cloth and
his own formidable tool was sticking out horizontal. He laid me back on the
soft grass. I spread my legs and he knelt between my thighs. His hand held
a fresh rubber which he started to apply. I reached up and took it from him
and he waited for me to prepare him.
     It gave me an opportunity to play a bit with his equipment. It was
'only' fourteen inches long and a bit narrower than Red Eagle's. Still that
made it six inches longer and almost three times thicker than mine. I
played with the foreskin, sliding it up and back across the flaring red
head. I rolled on the latex, leaving plenty of room in the tip to receive
the copious load that I knew he'd unleash. As I smoothed it down the shaft
that was crossed with pulsing veins that had pumped it to wooden
firmness. The condom barely had enough length to reach the base. I hefted
the balls that were as big as my fist and then lay back to await his
pleasure.
     Running Wolf hoisted my legs to rest on his shoulders and grasped me
by the waist. He pushed forward, bending me near double. I felt the end of
his proud penis plow the furrow between my ass cheeks. He found the target
and wasted no time pushing the mushroom head and the first few inches
inside. I felt my intestines mold themselves around the intrusion, fitting
it as tightly as his condom. The tingling of pleasure started spreading
through me with the slightest motion of his cock and the deeper he went the
stronger the feeling. He knew just what to do to maximize my pleasure,
maintaining a steady in and out motion as he forged steadily deeper. By the
time I felt his balls touch my ass, I had shot three loads and was covered
in my own cum and sweat.
     He started ramming me with full length strokes. I plunged from one
orgasm to the next. As he increased the pace they became almost
continuous. From deep within me his irresistible presence started to beat
with the energy of his own sexual release. The power that flowed from my
Apache lover ratcheted me to a new level. I gazed up into his handsome
face, glowing with passion, as my world spun out of control.
     I awoke feeling someone rubbing my face. When I opened my eyes I saw
Red Eagle's face looking down on me. My head was between his massive
thighs. One hand held the firm tube that sprouted between his legs and it
was this that he was using to rouse me.
     Seeing me come around signaled Running Wolf to resume a slow fucking
motion. I reached up and hefted Red Eagle. He was more than one hand could
encompass, so I used both. He filled out to his full imposing dimensions,
rapidly growing even more in length and width. It was almost eighteen
inches. Drops of clear liquid were dripping steadily from the tip. A flick
of his groin muscles snapped the member from my grip.
     As Running Wolf resumed a steady motion, distracting me, Red Eagle
tilted my head back and pressed the end of his manhood to my lips. I
flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting the precum. He pushed against me
and I opened my mouth as wide as possible. Red Eagle filled my mouth
completely with just the first few inches. My eyes were looking along the
bottom of the shaft. It looked to go on forever before the weighty balls
hanging between the monstrous thigh muscles were reached. I knew I was
destined to take it all within me.
     He wasted no time before pushing more in. He had me lined up so that
despite its size it slipped steadily inward. I felt my throat expand as he
stretched my esophagus. Slowly, I saw his balls push closer until they were
slapping my face. Both my Indian lovers were plugged into me to the
max. Their motions brought my body incredible sensations.  Convulsions
wracked me. I was soon joined by both men. Red Eagle, knowing that I loved
to taste his cum, thoughtfully pulled back most of the way when he started
to unload so I could experience him at his freshest.
     We were huddled in a heap on the grass when Night Wind came over to
call us to eat. I was still nursing on the mushroom head of Red Eagle's
hefty hose that was still giving me a few spurts to wash down the mouthfuls
he provided earlier. It pulled from my lips as he stood up. Then Running
Wolf jumped up, snatching his fully buried piece from my butt in one quick
stroke that took my remaining strength away. They carried me between their
shoulders over to the fire and sat me between them.
     Night Wind had several large chunks of meat from the cat we killed on
a spit over the fire. He cut pieces for everybody. It was hands and teeth
for utensils. The meat was tough, but flavorful, definitely a different
taste from supermarket beef. I had seconds. The Indians really tore into
it. I guess they needed a lot to fuel those muscles.
     Running Wolf grabbed a water skin and offered it to me. "Water? Or
milk?" He asked holding the end of his dick, still covered in the rubber
that had accumulated three or four good loads.
     I needed no second invitation. Milk for me any day. I carefully pealed
it off him and drank deeply.
     "I trained my friends well," commented Night Wind. "They are very
good."
     "Yes, very, very good," I agreed and went back to licking up the last
drops of sperm.
     Night Wind lay back in the grass and I watched as both braves took
turns fucking him powerfully. I was glad they controlled their strength
with me or they would have torn me apart.
     Then it was time to secure the camp, check on the horses and turn in
for the night. They had large animal furs for blankets in the teepee. I was
to sleep with Red Eagle. I prepared his dick and he stood behind me and
slid it home. Then he wrapped us in a fur and we lay down. I had a thirty
inch arm as a pillow while the other encircled my chest. He stroked us both
to a quick orgasm that drained our strength and brought a peaceful sleep.
     I awoke when the dawn's early light streamed through the door
opening. Night Wind and Running Wolf were no longer in the other
blanket. They were outside already at work. Red Eagle was still asleep. I
could feel his hard sex tool move within me in time with his relaxed
breathing.
     Night Wind came in to wake us. He saw me, smiled and shook Red Eagle,
who gave a big yawn and rolled me over to work off his morning
stiffness. Night Wind stopped him. He pulled out reluctantly and headed
out, probably to find Running Wolf.
     "I've decided to let you go," explained Night Wind. "But first, you
will fuck me."
     He hand a fresh rubber in his hand and wasted no time in rolling it on
me. Red Eagle's night in my ass had left my eight inches rock hard and
ready. When Night Wind lay back on the blanket and lifted his knees to his
chest, I went right to work. I entered him smoothly. Even though he was
used to tools much bigger than mine he was incredibly tight, much tighter
than my roommate back at school. I worked his ten inch tool with my hand
while I kept up a steady stroke. The muscles in his gut were squeezing me
rhythmically. I seemed to grow larger and harder than I ever thought
possible. By controlling the pressure he brought me up almost to the brink
and then eased me back down. The sun was high in the sky before he allowed
me to explode. When it came it felt like my whole body was pouring out
through the end of my prick.
     When I recovered we went out and joined the others. Breakfast finished
off the rest of the cat. Then it was time to leave. Red Eagle and Running
Wolf gave me a bear hug good-bye. I wanted another round with them , but
Night Wind insisted I leave. I put on my hiking shoes and he handed me my
backpack. He directed me not to get dressed until I returned to my car. I
didn't understand, but wasn't about to argue. As I left the meadow, I
looked back and waved. They waved farewell to me and I turned to start my
hike down.
     It was almost nightfall when I reached the car. I pulled out my change
of clothes, but they were way too small. I must have packed the wrong
ones. It was only when I saw the shock of my roommate that got me to
realize that I had gained twelve pounds of solid muscle including a couple
of inches to my dick for which my roommate was suitably grateful.
     Well we did move to LA and got a nice place in West Hollywood. I told
my roommate what happened on my hiking trip and he wanted to invite my
friends to our place. We were able to contact them and the two warriors
came out. I paired with Red Eagle and Running Wolf had my roommate. They
were big hits on the club scene. Of course, as I should have foreseen, they
soon moved on to arrangements with two of the real powers in town. We're
still friends and they make sure that the guest lists for the best parties
have our names.