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* "Bare Butt Brave" *
* by Vince Water *
* (part 2) *
This Indian man likes to kiss. I reach up for his shoulder to steady
us while we stand side by side. He reaches down for my waist. Our mouths
become wild with my tongue pushing into his. He soon learns this new
trick. Our tongues dance about wetly with a fierce sliding motion. Love
bursts in my heart! I've always wanted to kiss someone and I knew it
wouldn't be a girl. This is a man that I'm kissing. It feels so right!
The brave pulls from my lips to take in urgent breaths. His eyes are
wide as saucers when he looks at me with wonder. It must be his first
experience. Indians don't know about kissing as Mr. Catlin had told me.
The brave places his hand over my left breast and speaks. I like the
sound of his voice: low as a man's yet soft and full of emotion. I listen
closely though I can't figure out a single word. His voice becomes rushed.
I grip his shoulders and sadly shake my head to let him know that I don't
understand what he's saying.
He becomes violent. Hands are wildly gesturing the shapes of words he
tries to give me. A sign language that I don't understand. I'm afraid to
reveal my ignorance to him.
The brave reads my face. Seeing my fear, he ends his shouting to blow
out a tense breath then his long dark hair falls to the ground when he
doubles over to calm himself. He rises only after taking in a deep
breath. I look into his eyes and hear him speak again.
"Pah-kaps-owopspec," utters the brave while pointing to himself.
My eyes widen. I understand his gesture! That's his name he's giving
me. I speak my full name. When he tries to pronounces it, I repeat it
again slowly to help him. When he learns it, he points back at himself
while speaking his name. It takes me longer to remember. When I repeat
it to his satisfaction, he smiles and opens his right hand over my heart.
His voice trembles when he speaks to me.
"Krist-o-fer, ne stoa pinnan jeh ah-eene. Ah?"
I study the brave's gestures to gather his meaning. He swallows hard
in his throat. When his fingers dig into my breast, I realize that he
expects an answer but I don't understand his Indian language! As I'm
about to ruin this special moment by shaking my head, I let my heart
answer for me instead. I reach a hand out to his left breast and open my
fingers over his heart. I peer into his dark eyes. They beg me for
something further.
"Pah... Owopspec?" I begin and quite badly. I've messed up his Indian
name! Yet I remain calm and with a strong voice, continue with words my
heart provides me.
"I want to be with you forever," I whisper. His eyes remain calm and
wait for me to continue. "I love you, Owopspec. And you want me to love
you too. I will follow you and live in your life. Please, don't be
using me now or leave me like that trader!"
The Indian brave nods his head, satisfied by the sound of my words.
He embraces me fiercely. The man's painted face lowers to mine as we
seal our spoken vows with a kiss.
Small sobs spring out of me all of a sudden. Owopspec keeps me safe
in his arms while fondly patting my back. I'm feeling so many painful
emotions at this moment. I love him dearly yet I've some fears and
painful thoughts to work through. What would my parents have thought
for my taking an Indian lover? A man at that! What will my life be like
as a white boy amongst the Indians? Will they accept me? My arms clutch
the brave's body as I bury my wet face into his soft neck. I have lost
myself.
Anger quickly replaces my weakness. I end my silly tears and rub my
eyes dry to keep the Indian brave from seeing me like this. I'm not a
sissy. Fully in control of myself, I break from his comforting arms to
face him as a man.
Owopspec nods his head at me in approval of my renewed strength.
After speaking some gentle words, he turns and fetches his breechclout.
I feel sad that he doesn't want to make love some more.
I lean against a tall pine to watch him dress. He ties his thin belt
around himself rather loosely and lifts through it his front flap to
cover his manhood. When he bends down for the other end I smile at
seeing his brown asshole. I'm still amazed that I had given him Indian
love there.
The brave pulls the narrowing cloth under him and hangs it over the
thong in back. His dark hands retie the thong belt securely around his
waist. Although he's covered, his scanty breechclout only accents his
beautiful body. I wonder if I'll ever have that perfect form in my new
life? Hunting the buffalo, riding a horse and all those things Indians
do will make my body strong like his.
Owopspec walks to his horse and examines the leg bandaging. I watch
his fluid motion and sigh. There's only a short space separating us yet
I become lonesome for his embracing warmth. I realize how love sick that
I've become.
A great longing fills my breast for him! It's not my loins that want
him now but my heart and my spirit inside me. I have such need to be
touching him and to join our innermost spirits with our eyes. He so
completes me that I'm no longer who I was: an unwanted boy. That's who
I was at the fort. I felt so lonely and abandoned there. The trader
inspired my love but he betrayed me. I hope this Indian is a different
kind of man.
My brave takes me from these thoughts with a summons. It seems that
it's time for us to be going from this place. He puts my torn pants
into my hands and drops several sacks and a shield at my feet. To
himself goes a long knife, bow and quiver which he hangs over his
back. The dark blanket is thrown over his horse.
Owopspec takes to a small path. I follow close behind the horse's
swishing tail. In recalling my earlier promise to myself, I toss my
torn pants behind a tree. A discard of my past. I'll remain naked with
only the heavy sacks and his shield to cover me. Later, I'll ask for
the deerskin cloths of an Indian boy.
It's slow going through the dense forest. Unseen sticks and roots
bruise my feet and I'm occasionally stung by branches his horse snaps
back on me. I also step around the smelly droppings that occasionally
come my way.
I grow more uncomfortable with each weary mile. The water skin is
heavy on my right side and his shield chafes against my bare leg.
Couldn't his horse manage to carry these small things?
My eyes peer through the animal's striding legs. I notice its dark
loins, sagging from their lack of bulging inner orbs. Owopspec's white
horse must be a gelding. It appears young, strong, and unmindful of the
leg wound suffered by our frantic flight. The brave is keeping him
unburdened and reveals his concern for the horse as he leads us slowly
onwards. I hope that our destination is close at hand.
We eventually stop in a small clearing to eat. For a brief instant, I
spied deer leaping away to hide amongst the trees. My brave isn't
interested in shooting any it seems. He takes the pouches from me. His
eyes notice my lack of pants.
I sit down over his rawhide shield. Owopspec offers me a few strips
of dried meat. It's only a few bites worth yet it satisfies my hunger.
He hands me the water skin to drink from.
I notice that he hasn't taken any food. His dark eyes watch me
quietly while I eat, and although he's hiding his emotions, I sense a
deep longing in his eyes for me. I also feel in him a tense concern about
something. After I get to know him better, I'll be able to read him
in spite of his fierce Indian stance.
Owopspec rises to water his horse. The wound is also checked on
before our journey continues. I lift the two heavy sacks over my
shoulders and fling his shield across my back. These are my clothes
now. This time, I take up the horse's rein and follow behind my brave.
My eyes often gaze over the man's dark buttocks. The narrow strip in
back only keeps his brown hole from my eyes. His lean cheeks flex with
each of his strides. My hands almost reach out to take them. It aches me
to not be able to hold onto my lover's warmth. He walks on ahead to scout
for danger while I lead his horse. I wonder how much further we have to
travel?
An excitement fills me from the realization that I'll be seeing an
Indian encampment! Tipis pointing up to the sky with the gathering of a
wild People. My new friends will be real Indian boys! I hope they'll
not ridicule me for my strangeness. I can't utter one Indian word.
I release a loud sigh. My mind is too filled with worries. I can't
sort through them right now. I'll just have to wait and see how things
go. I do have a strong brave's love. That's enough for me.
We continue to walk. I wonder where the fort's soldiers are at this
time? They're probably exploring up and down the river. Would they dare
enter the Blackfoot camp and make a demand for my return? I dwell long
on this bitter thought.
Night begins to fall and I become very weary. My toes trip over
unseen roots and things and suddenly, I fall flat on my face. The pain
almost knocked me out. A hand helps me up.
After a short rest, we resume our night travel. I feel for the
horse's nose to find the reins hanging down from its mouth. When I turn
to lead him on, Owopspec takes them from me and removes the shield from
my back. I sigh when his arm reaches around my body to hold me. My arm
wraps around him as we walk together into the darkness. I'm filled with
new strength from him.
Soon though, my tired eyes strain to keep open. I bury my face into
his warm breast and allow him to lead us on. All around me are the
sounds of the forest putting me to sleep. Crickets chirp their nightly
song and occasional crashes tell of spooked deer. I feel safe in the
arms of my Indian lover. My sleepy eyes close.
A dull pain from my dick forces me awake. I find myself laying on the
ground surrounded by strong arms. I must have fallen asleep. Owopspec
holds me from behind and although I need to relieve myself, I lay for
a while longer in his warmth. His gentle breaths blow warmly against my
left ear, telling me that he's fast asleep. I always thought that
savages kept guard during the night? Well, maybe he's left that duty to
his horse.
When I can't bear the pain from my bladder any longer, I pull
Owopspec's arm off me and rise. He's instantly up and at my side. I
step up to a tree and sigh deeply when my piss flows. It feels good to
empty myself. A scuffling from the brave's breechclout reveals his own
need to relieve himself.
We water the tree's bark then face each other in the dark. His arms
embrace me hard for a long moment. I still can't believe that I've
escaped with him from the fort! When we part, I follow him back to our
warm sleeping spot on the ground.
I lay down and reach my arms out to him. One hand grips his back while
my other hand rests under his soft head. Owopspec pushes me away though.
With gentle hands, he asks that I turn around as before. I do so,
becoming hugged by him from behind. His warm chest presses up against
my back. After a few adjustments on the hard ground our bodies relax. I
fall asleep feeling the safety of his strong arms around me.
Blue open sky. Everything around me is blue except for the distant
forest. The nice trees there are green. Indian braves with fierce
warpaint run up to me. Their dark bodies are slim and very beautiful;
like Owopspec's.
One young brave turns around to offer me his uncovered butt. His
hands open himself back there. I peer in for his hole but see only smooth
skin. My dick can't slip into his butt in Indian love.
Another handsome brave turns to offer me his butt to fuck in. He
claims that my magical seed will protect him in battle against the
blue-coats. When I try sticking into him, I discover that he too has no
asshole. It makes me feel relieved for some reason.
Owopspec embraces me from behind. I feel some guilt for having tried
making love to the other braves. He seems not to have noticed and asks
me to make Indian love to him. I open his rear end to find a wrinkled
brown hole within. The other braves watch enviously as I fuck my lover
and sperm him. All the while, my brave sings to me an Indian love song.
I finally part from my brave's warmth with my love given. Great
envy is seen on the painted faces of the other braves. Owopspec offers
to fuck all their butts. The eager braves back onto his oozing length
one at a time. I watch Owopspec quickly hump each man while singing
harsh battle words. It isn't love that he gives them but some kind of
Indian rite. I know that his love and gentle songs are only for me.
The Indian braves run to their horses to follow Owopspec into
battle. Each of their dark butts is filled with my lover's protection.
Where do they ride to, I wonder? Fear takes me for what may happen to
them on his day.
A horse's whinny has me opening my sleepy eyes. My strange dream
begins to fade. I look around at the deep forest with a sweet thought;
I'm fleeing Fort Union with a Blackfoot brave! A smile comes to my lips
for my boldness. I wonder what pains the lieutenant and Major Brinshalt
are enduring to rescue me?
I yawn quietly to keep from disturbing Owopspec. His warm chest
presses against my back while his hand rests over my breast, clutching
me. I get the feeling that he owns me like an Indian squaw that he's
paid for. Six buffalo hides were left at the fort's gate. I'm his for
other reasons though.
I like the good feelings that he gives me. His soft breaths blowing
through my hair, the safety and warmth I feel when sleeping in his
strong arms. He's gentle with me in spite of being a savage. A beautiful
young man who fills me with strong urges that we've satisfied again
and again.
The horse whinnies again. When the man's hands loosen around my
body, I regret that he too has been awakened by that darn horse. Now
he'll want to rise and have me walk some more weary miles. His warmth
around me will end. I wonder if we're headed for his Indian camp or
some secret hide out?
It's too early to be getting up! There's hardly any light to be
morning; not yet. I watch a ghostly form strain at its tether to reach
for some leaves. A branch, bared of green tells of last night's meal.
Owopspec's hands turn me towards him. I notice that he no longer
wears his green face paint. Only a few remaining traces remind me of
yesterday's flight. He smiles at my curious glances and wets his lips.
Our faces come together for a kiss. I giggle when he bumps into my nose
instead! I aim lower and manage to touch his soft lips. We do it gently
as the strength of his arms around me makes us one.
He loves me so much! I gaze into his bright eyes knowing how lucky
I am to be with him. His boy. He chose me to love and I chose him back.
My love for him grows more and more.
I embrace the Indian's slim form as our sweet kisses become long and
tender. Every emotion he's feeling is seen on his dark face. He's with
me completely now. Not only in the flesh but with his heart and spirit.
I can see that it makes him a happy man.
I realize now that the trader didn't have any real love for me. Only
that part expressed by our bodies; that brief joining for the pleasure of
sex. That's all he really wanted from me. When I tried reaching for the
love inside him with my kisses, he outright rejected me. Perhaps he was
afraid or something. Owopspec is a brave man when it comes to revealing
his full love. Had he not whisked me from the fort to prove it?
We end up closing our eyes. His left arm pulls on my shoulder to get
my face closer to his. My hand has found his cock. It's growing hard with
a stickiness felt against my palm. I finger his large balls. He moans in
his throat when our kissing becomes frantic.
I suck on his tongue like an icicle and can't get enough of it! My
body is under some strange spell. This Indian man's hold over me is such
that I'll do anything he wants. Even allow him to enter me. I want so
much to have him in all things.
I pull from his lips to take urgent breaths. My ears ring and I feel
hot from all our kissing. Perhaps I'm not old enough to be trying all
these adult things but I like doing them. The brave guides my head to
his neck to rest on. My ear hits into his softness. I just breathe.
Deep happiness. That's what I'm feeling when he holds me. It seems
that I'm filled with more life because of him. When I lost my parents,
I felt so lonely and unloved. I didn't realize how much until now.
Owopspec's love completes me.
I turn to his neck and kiss him there. Owopspec begins to breathe
deeply. I suck on his softness to make him feel good. I want my brave
to know the love that I have for him.
The man's arms pull me on top. His eyes beg me to kiss him again and
for us to make love. I lean down to his breast and kiss over each brown
nipple. They harden when I lick and suck my way across their smoothness.
When smelling a musky scent from his arm, I explore under it with my
nose. The brave opens himself so that I can taste his sweat. It excites
me. I rush to his other armpit and wet his dried exertion with my
mouth. I dart my tongue through the small hairs and suck on them. I
become wild. His manly odor makes me so.
I'm loved back with caressing fingers through my hair. His hand
roams down its length to my neck and pulls out a tangle. I yelp out
when his knuckles hit upon my bite mark. I feel his hand examine my
hurt with gentle fingers. His dark face is full of concern.
I return to his smooth belly with my kisses. When I reach his
navel, I get him to yelp out when I stick my tongue into its small
hole. He smiles at my naughty teasing.
Owopspec's expression turns fierce. He turns himself over to lay on
his stomach with crossed arms under his head. He waits for me to love
him some more.
I look down his long back and come up with an idea on how to make
him feel good. But first, my hands untie his thong belt. I pull his
rear thong away to free his cute butt to me. Owopspec sighs when I
mount myself on top.
It's silly to be sitting on him as I am! His warm cheeks press up
against my butt. I wiggle myself to rub our bottoms together. My dick
rises. I look around anxiously at all the trees, glad that only a horse
sees what I'm doing.
My hands reach for the brave's muscular shoulders. I use my fingers
and palms in a massage to give him pleasure. His tense body takes much
handling before the muscles relax. My hands make their way down him. He
moans loudest when rubbing over his shoulder blades.
After massaging his back, I scoot myself onto his legs to work on
his butt. My hands knead the dark mounds. I enjoy handling his soft
brown cheeks. It's a nice part of a man.
I become bold when bending over to kiss his ass. My lips suck on the
rounded softness with a strange hunger. I even tease him with small
bites. Owopspec moans when I wet his rear end with my loving tongue.
I become excited when my brave spreads his legs beneath me. His butt
opens. I peer in for his brown asshole. I gasp when sharp tingles in my
dick beg me to take him. He does seem to be offering me to fuck him again.
I look around in fear for unfriendly eyes that I know aren't there.
Indian eyes watching us would smile but my own kind would think it a bad
and dirty act. I know that it isn't. Indian love is an intense male act
that allows me to become one with his flesh. It's a wonderful love act to
perform.
My hands part his cheeks so that I can get my mouth in there. He
smells like a man! I dart my tongue over his brown hole while I
consider doing more things to him. Love things.
The brave quivers below me as if in fear. I test his willingness to
be taken my sticking my tongue inside him. He relaxes the ringed
muscles to my tonguing. I lick in and out with lots of spit going into
him. My wetness there will make it easier for me to love him the Indian
way. I'm still amazed at how that's done.
My dick swells from the expected pleasure to come. I'm so hard that
it even pains me. Having wet his butthole enough, I scoot forward to
mount him. I pull my erection from my belly and aim. My stab finds his
manly entrance. I stick in.
Wonderful sensations dart through my dick when I push into him. A
slippery warmth surrounds my length as I penetrate all the way through
his asshole. Our bodies come together. When my balls press against his
soft cheeks, I reach for his shoulders to grip them. I begin a man's
motion.
My nakedness lays heavily across his back. I hump my butt in and out
with a slow rhythm. My dick feels so good in there! Each stab brings me
increasing pleasure. My body surrounds his and it feels like I was
meant for this. A natural act of love between two males.
The in and out beat of my dick comes easily to me now. Owopspec
wails softly. I push further through his ass and hear him cry out as if
in pain. I shake my head in disbelief. How can a strong, young brave
act so much like a squaw just begging to be fucked?
My cries of pleasure only happen at the end when I'm cumming. Maybe
Owopspec feels a similar intense sensation each time my dick slides
through his asshole. I know that he wails the loudest when my thrusts
are savage and deep. Still, I can't understand how a man can enjoy
getting his ass raped. I'm going to find out one of these days.
Owopspec joins into my lusty motion. His butt rises from the dirt to
meet my thrusts. I feel my dick stabbing deeper into him. What a
thrilling sensation! I begin holding breaths since I've come to the
quickening part.
Indian love makes me frantic. My dick plows through the man's ass
with deeper and faster thrusts. He cries out. My hands tighten around
his shoulders. I peer down at the brave to find him resting over folded
arms. He's just laying there while I'm using his butt for my need. An
experienced squaw.
A painful thought strikes me. I'm not the first to be loving this
young brave. His brown hole easily swallowed my length and he seems
used to taking stabs. Who else has he offered himself to, I wonder? Is
there a man back in camp for Owopspec? Perhaps he has an Indian boy for
a lover. I wish that words could flow between us! I want to ask my
brave if his heart is only for me.
I shoot into him. The tremendous thrills quickly ebb away to leave
me with worries and bitter thoughts. I'm not his first or only lover.
Tears form in my eyes. A sob escapes me which startles the Indian real
bad. He gets on his side to push me out of his butt. In turning, his
worried eyes peer into my face full of tears. I try hiding them. He
grips my shoulders and shakes me.
"Shotta owopspec?" asks the brave. (He repeats the words while
touching the boy's falling tears.)
"Shotta?" I know that 'Owopspec' is a part of his Indian name but what
does this new word mean?
"Cristequenats shotta," answers the brave. (After raising his hands
to the sky, he lowers them slowly while wiggling his fingers.)
"Rain?" I ask him. He shakes his head back and forth for not
understanding my own word but I'll bet that's what 'shotta' means.
I wonder how rain relates to his name? I ask him by saying "Owopspec"
while shrugging my shoulders and gesture questioningly at him with open
hands. The brave answers by pointing to his eyes. He speaks his partial
name again, then gestures for rain as he says, "shotta". I point at my
tears and ask, "shotta owopspec?" The brave nods in agreement.
I have 'rainy eyes' and the brave wants to know why. Although I've
just made love to him and should be feeling good from that, my bitter
thoughts and jealousy had spoiled the moment. How can I explain to him
what I'm feeling without using words! Owopspec's worried expression
asks me to try.
I reach fingers out to his left breast while pointing back to my own
heart. Owopspec nods since he already knows that I love him. He even
touches my breast while pointing back at himself. Now I'll try asking
him my greatest concern.
I stop pointing at myself and swing that finger outwards; at his
'other lover' that I suspect he has back at camp. My right hand clasps
his chest hard as I give him a worried look. He answers me by lowering
his head and nodding slowly. I blow a sharp breath through my nose and
feel the rise of tears again.
The brave sees my growing sadness and shakes his head as if wondering
why. I answer by pointing to his heart, closing my hand over his left
breast as if to capture it. With my other hand I point back at myself. I
want to know if his love is only for me.
The brave's hand clasps my breast to assure me of his love but he
also shakes his head knowingly as if saying that I'm a little boy who
doesn't understand things. My tears fall at being stung by him. He rubs
them from my cheeks with a warm hand. I end my weakness. Perhaps I am
only a child who has much to learn.
I put on a brave face for him. Owopspec nods his head to me with his
approval. In recalling that his name somehow means 'eyes', I point at my
eyes while uttering it. He nods his head even when I point back at him.
"Pah-kaps Owopspec," he answers to correct the boy.
"Pah kaps?" I ask. The brave looks away for a moment to think. After a
moment, he can only point back at himself while speaking his full name.
It has something to do with his eyes but must be something too difficult
to gesture. I'll need to learn more Indian words before understanding his
full name, I suppose. It'll be hard to explain what my name stands for!
Pah-kaps-owopspec rises from the ground and secures his rear thong. A
trickle runs down his left butt cheek from his hole. I smile from my
lusty accomplishment. A pang of guilt fills me though for not giving
the brave his own release yet we did make love of that other kind.
Our hearts are closer now that I understand him a little better. In
less than a day my love for him is greater than all the time spent with
that trader.
I watch my lover walk over to his white gelding in morning's light.
The sounds of leaves being stripped tell of a horse's meal to come.
Although I'm not hungry, I could sure use a drink of water. My hands
search the ground for the pouches. In shaking both, I find one
half filled with liquid. I untie the spout and drink from it.
Owopspec's hand on my shoulder asks for a drink. I hand him the
water skin from which he only takes a mouthful. The other pouch is still
heavy with dried meat. I hope that our journey isn't measured by its
contents.
The brave drops the water skin over my shoulder. I sigh with regret
that he wants to be starting our journey. The food pouch comes to my
other shoulder while the small shield goes to his horse. After donning
his weapons, he beckons me to his side with his outstretching hand and
a smile. I run to him gladly. We hold onto each other's warmth and
start walking down the wide deer trail.
As the sun's glow fills the morning sky, the trees seem to turn
greener and greener. I like that color. It speaks of life, protection
and of gentle things. Owopspec must feel the same way for his choice of
face paint. His body was green when he came to fetch me from the fort
as his boy.
My happiness is replaced by gloom. It was only yesterday that we had
run from there. I wonder where the soldiers are. How long will they be
willing to search for us? A worse thought comes to me. What will the
major and his men do to Owopspec if we're caught?!
I try not to think about it. Mr. Catlin has told me some grizzly
accounts between white men and the Indians. A terrible scene pops into
my head: I'm rescued by the soldiers who are relieved to have found me
unharmed. They were worried that the savage had performed horrible acts
upon my person. The lieutenant directs his men to tie my kidnapper to a
tree. As Owopspec struggles to free himself, six guns take aim and
fire. My dear lover, that beautiful Indian brave falls limp at his bonds.
Anguish fills my heart. My horrible daydream could come true if the
fort's soldiers catch us! They wouldn't understand my reasons for
having run off with him. I vow to myself to do anything in my power to
prevent it! I will gladly die with Owopspec than to see him strung up
like an animal and murdered. I would kill for him.
The passing hours fill me with confidence. There's been no sign of
danger or pursuit. Owopspec is skilled at evading them. He's an Indian
after all. Once we reach his camp, no soldier would dare try to take me
by force. The lieutenant was always concerned with maintaining the
peace between our two Peoples. I'm not worth a war.
Our trail joins up with many others. Owopspec pauses to study each
path carefully. My eyes find traces of deer and a clawed animal;
probably a raccoon. No horses or men though. A ways beyond is a large
stream. I hear it rushing over stones. The brave gestures for me to
remain with the horse. I nod my head and watch him move stealthfully
ahead.
He returns after a short while. I can read from his calm face that
there's no danger beyond. I tug on the gelding's reins and follow
Owopspec to the stream.
My eyes narrow from the bright sunlight. I study the small stream;
it's only two horses wide and shallow. I had thought it was larger from
the sounds it was making. Its swift current over the stones had given
me that false impression.
Owopspec pauses in its middle to look around. I take this
opportunity to fill our water skin. The cold water bites at my hands and
feet, making me glad that soon we'll be across it.
I groan when the Indian brave decides to walk down the stream
instead. I'll have to endure the cold over my feet for a while longer.
I angrily tug at the horse and mind my toes on the sharp stones.
Luckily, fast streams don't make for slippery walking.
Owopspec has us taking this river path to evade pursuit, I realize.
Even an Indian scout cannot track through water! My feet become numb. I
don't complain though. I'm reminded of stories I've heard about the
testing of an Indian boy's endurance. My cold feet are nothing when
compared to one story in particular that my Pa had once told me.
It's a true account of Indian boys having to endure a rite-of-passage
before becoming braves. Pa told me that the test was done in full winter.
The boys had to bare themselves and sit for long stretches in an icy
stream. A warrior looking on from the bank would watch for signs of
weakness. If even one boy complained or tried to leave before the
warrior's permission, all the boys would be forced to sit a while longer.
No boy failed to do as he was bidden! After their bodies had turned blue
would the warrior end the test. Freezing boys would race to him to try
being the first to embrace his warmth. Like blue icicles, the naked
bodies of the boys would clutch the warrior and each other.
I had often imagined myself as one of those Indian boys from Pa's
story. It excited me to think that I was embracing the warrior while
surrounded by other naked boys. My dick always grew long from the
thought of it! At the time, I didn't understand why my erection felt
good. Only that I had a strange liking for boys which I kept secret.
I look down my belly to see my pole erected against it. Pa's story
has excited me again. I peer forward at my brave and watch him splash
through the stream ahead of me. It's with a sly grin that my free hand
rushes down to pull over my dick.
My breaths come faster when I rub over my hard on with quick
strokes. The good feelings fill it with each held breath. I'm thrilled
to be handling myself so close to the Indian brave without him knowing
it, and although he'd probably allow me to fuck his butt again, I just
want to be doing this alone.
My dick enjoys my hand. It sticks up hard against my belly and turns
red from all my chafing. Holding breaths deepen the thrills. I keep them
from sounding too loud.
I imagine something. Owopspec is that warrior from Pa's story. I'm
the first to run up to him from the icy stream. My arms reach around
the man's warmth. The other freezing boys also embrace him. Our wet
bodies rub against each other while hard poles thrust and naughty
hands clutch at cold butts.
An intense sensation from my dick has me crying out. A brief rush!
I open my eyes to watch it cum three times to the stream. Deep
embarrassment fills me. Owopspec watches me with bright eyes. Is he
angry at me for not having done it with him?
The brave steps up to me with a sly expression on his face. He
reaches out to my dick and pulls over it. His fingers take what
remains inside me. After bringing that hand up to his nose for a
sniff, he licks it up. I know that Owopspec likes the taste of my cum.
His face fills with deep longing and I know that his loins want me real
bad. I'm just worried by how he'll want to do that.
Owopspec grabs my arm while leading me into the dark forest at a run.
He quickly ties his horse to a tree. I watch him drop his breechclout to
his feet. From his hairy loins sprouts an excited manhood just begging
to be released. He approaches me with a man's longing to mate. I tremble
in his sudden embrace. Lust controls him. Will I be forced to take his
hard dick in my butt this time?
The man's hungry mouth finds mine with fierce kisses. I'm quickly
reminded of yesterday's neck wound done in the heat of passion. He
didn't mean to bite me but it had happened. In his lust, he also tried
to mount my butt hole against my will. What prevents him from taking it
this day?
I try to keep the man's kisses from stirring my heart. It pains me
to be denying his love but my fear looms over me like a dark cloud.
Owopspec pulls from my mouth and smiles wickedly at me. His strong
hands over my shoulders force me down to my knees. He squats behind me.
I tremble when feeling his hands pull my butt cheeks apart.
The fort seems very far away. Major Brinshalt and his soldiers
won't be able to save me. This Indian brave must realize this. He
wants my butt and will take it!
I prepare to spring away. Owopspec may allow my escape to his
beastly act as before. Why couldn't he try loving me gently with our
dicks rubbing together or with my hand pulling over it? Please! I'm
not ready to feel the pain of being butt raped!
The Indian stills my trembling body with carassing hands and soft
words. And like his horse, I calm down in spite of not understanding what
he says. He reaches around me with his arms. His hands gently massage
my chest. The good sensations are calming. I startle some when his dick
pushes into the crack of my butt. Does he still intend to fuck me?
I turn my head to look back at the brave. His eyes are aflame. It's
like he's a coiled spring ready to jump into my body. His steady hands
and gentleness show his control. I get the notion that he doesn't intend
to rape me so how will the man spend his lust?
I gasp in fear when feeling his stiff cock pushing against my hole.
My eyes widen in alarm. I may still have to bolt! Yet I pause from it
when the brave ends his painful advances. He begins a shallow movement
between my cheeks.
It's a tickly sensation. I'm filled with relief from it. Owopspec's
dick is aimed at my hole but he doesn't push inside with his thrusts.
His oozing cock slips through my butt with care.
I understand what the brave performs. He's moving through my butt
cheeks for his pleasure as I'd earlier thought how Indian love was
done. I suppose that's how a man performs it on a boy. I bend over
while keeping my thigh pressed together. The man stabs deeper through
my tight cheeks.
A wetness fills my butt. Sweat, I think, along with the brave's
excited dripping from his cock. I've heard that a man does this to aid
in his love making. I keep my butt tight to his quick stabs.
All around me is the man's naked warmth. His surging legs snuggle mine.
I'm held close to him with strong hands on my waist. The heat of his
breath blows down my neck. All the while his dick thrusts quickly
through my butt. It exciting to have my body vulnerable to his lusty need.
I lean closer to the ground and steady myself with outstretching
hands. My fingers dig into the soft dirt for support. I'm pushed
forward when the brave slams into my body. I wince out in pain when his
stabs push against my hole. I also get a strange thrill from it. Almost
as if I want to be feeling his dick pushing inside me.
I want to give this wild man his release. I'm thrilled by his
frantic efforts in my butt, his heated body over mine. I'm a helpless
white boy to an Indian savage's sexual need!
I shake my head at such lustful thoughts. The brave's heart is what
protects me from harm. His is a good heart. Mine was won by him and I
want to satisfy him in any way. Lust rules him now. My body will give
vent to that need.
A familiar sensation builds in me. I peer down at myself. Between
my legs, sticking out from me and aching is my own long dick. Each of
Owopspec's thrusts sends a thrilling surge through my erection. It
surprises me that I'll soon shoot from it again and I'm not even
handling it!
A funny thought comes to me. I'm on my knees with a naked man
fucking through my cheeks. His hands grip my hips as if I were a squaw.
I've heard that Indian warriors mate with their women doggie-style.
Those taking to men perform the same thing by putting sperm into their
lovers from behind.
I think that I would like to get fucked. When beating off, I've
often handled my butt to enhance my ending thrills. I've discovered
that touching my hole gets me to explode. The brave's stabs desire
more than the feel of my cheeks. I want him inside me so I back my ass
onto his thrusting dick.
My butt hole opens to take into it the man's dick. He gasps for
breath when our bodies come together. Our lusty joining pains me but I
endure it for his pleasure. The man's slippery cock pushes easily
through my tightness. A low grunt. Owopspec's loins explode! I feel
the throbbing of his dick in me and that gets my own dick shooting.
Pain and ecstasy combine! My burning asshole, filled with a man's
hard cock, cums through my body and out my dick. The brave's strong arms
keep our heated bodies together and mated. An unbelievable thrill! I cry
out as if I'm a little boy who's afraid of the dark.
A greyness fills my eyes... Am I fainting? I fight against
unconsciousness and the great roar filling my ears. My eyes open after
the long struggle. I look down at the long squirt of my cum on the
ground. Getting fucked has gotten me to do that. I feel a discomfort in
my butt; a fullness from his long dick inside me. His thrusts become slow
and shallow. Are we really stuck together in Indian love?
The young brave fights for breath. I straighten my back and feel his
heated arms hold onto me for support. His spent cock pulls from my sore
butt hole. I reach between my cheeks for what he's squirted to me.
There's much of it between my cheeks. Didn't he squirt any inside me?
I gather some up and bring it around to where I can look at it. The
pooled thickness on my fingers reminds me of what the Indian had done
with my cum. I curiously try the same thing. It smells of mushrooms and
sweat. I open my mouth and lick it from my fingers. The bland salty taste
doesn't impress me yet it's thrilling to be eating of his flow! Some of
which is deep inside my butthole.
I turn my head sharply in answer to my name. The brave smiles at
having seen me eat of his manly wetting. He opens his mouth and rests
his chin on my shoulder. I quickly reach down for my dripping dick to
fetch him some from me.
His remaining seed joins with mine on my fingers. I reach back to
him and watch him lick up our cum. His expression causes me to gasp
sharply. For an instant I saw the fiercest animal in those dark eyes!
Owopspec's expression turns gentler. His lips try reaching over my
left shoulder for me. I turn towards him and can just touch his mouth.
We kiss sweetly without naughty tongues. Only lips on lips to express
gentle love. His hands caress my hard nipples. I break from our kissing
to giggle.
I'm very ticklish on my breast. Owopspec joins me with a hearty laugh.
My eyes widen at hearing such a thing from him. I thought savages didn't
know how to.
After our laughter settles down the brave lifts me up with him. His
strong hands rub over my aching butt. I look at his dripping cock,
satisfied from putting its sperm in me. He turns away to fetch his
breechclout near the horse. I look over his tanned nakedness for a
sweet moment of rememberance. It pleases me to be making lots of love
with this Indian man.
Owopspec tightens the thong around his waist. His scanty cloths once
again cover his beautiful body. He examines the horse's hurt leg. I
peer down at myself. When will I have my nakedness covered? I'll be
embarrassed to enter his Indian camp in the nude.
A tickling sensation runs down my thigh. My hand discovers more of
his sperm between my slimy cheeks. A bold idea comes to me. I spread my
legs apart so that I can reach my hole. It opens to accept my slippery
finger. The sensation is like pushing in Owopspec's butt with my dick.
My finger is smaller but so is my asshole.
How far inside me did did the man get, I wonder? There was some pain
from his ending thrusts. Not deep within me but shallow up my hole.
Maybe he only tipped into my entrance when he shot. My finger isn't
finding much cum in there. Most of it had gushed between my cheeks.
How painful would it be to really get fucked? One finger is in me as
far as it can go. I try another. It goes in easily and without much
pain. Proud of my accomplishment, I pull both fingers out. My eyes peer
over their stained lengths, free of cum.
It's with sudden pride that I realize that my brave's seed is inside
me! I feel a strange happiness to know that. Two fingers had entered my
small hole without pain. I think his long dick could too. Maybe I'll get
him all the way inside my butt hole the next time he has his manly urges.
Knowing him, that'll probably be soon.
I spring to Owopspec's side when he tends to his horse. He notices my
bright smile and reaches a hand out to clasp my shoulder. Our bodies
whisper against each other. Deep feelings stir in my heart. He's loving
me again.
I'm broken from his spell when he steps away to rub over the horse's
long nose. His soft words turn the gelding's ears to him. Curious at how
he names his mount, I face the brave while pointing back at the horse.
"Cogue-ahtose," he answers.
I turn to his horse and speak the name. Cogue-ahtose turns to me in
response. I rub his soft nose and smile for having learned it. The
brave speaks my name and rubs his hand across my nose. I laugh at his
silliness. Not to be outdone, I rub over his Indian nose while uttering,
"Pah-kaps-owopspec". We both laugh hard.
When our fun is over with, I fetch the pouches for us to eat and
drink. Even if he's not ready to eat, I am! I find his shield to sit
on. I open the heavy pouch containing dried strips of meat. Owopspec
sits close to me.
After handing him a few strips, I take some for myself and eat it
hungrily. Our meal is in silence. His eyes speak lovely things to me. I
look over his slim form to see that he's just an older boy. We're
both young and falling in love.
Owopspec finishes the last of his food. He turns to me and looks down
into my naked lap. With his outstretching hand he opens it over my loins
as if to cover them from sight. His other hand tugs on his breechclout.
I eagerly nod my head to his offer for a similar garment. My
nakedness should only be his to see! He speaks a few words while
pointing to some far away place. When his hands form rounded shapes, I
realize that he is refering to his camp.
"Moeese," answers the brave when his hands form the shapes of Indian
dwellings. "Moeese caquay..."
After nodding my head to his word for tipi, I become eager for more of
his Indian language. I point to my head and wait to hear his word for it.
"Otokan," he answers.
To be sure of his meaning, I gesture around my whole head while
speaking "otokan." The brave nods in reply. I point to the other parts
of my head. He gladly teaches me what I want to know.
'Mah-oi' is for mouth, 'ohtokiss' are ears and 'oherisis' is for nose.
'Owopspec' as I had already known stands for eyes. I smile with the
thought that I've been calling my brave 'eyes' all this time. Although I
can speak his full name, I still like to call him 'Owopspec.' It's easier
to remember and at least I understand what that part of his name means.
"Krist-o-fer, ne stoa pinnan mah-oi," the brave asks with his
fingers to his mouth.
I answer him, "mah-oi, Pah-kaps-owopspec..." and reach out to kiss
him as he wants. The brave's arms bring me into his lap when our loving
becomes more intense. My whole body tingles with wonderful feelings.
Although my loins have been satisfied, I have such a longing in my
heart for more. Our need now is for the oneness of our spirits; that
more beautiful kind of love. We share one breath as his lips on mine
bind our hearts together.
Owopspec's warmth leaves my face. My lips are still trembling when I
watch him blow out a long and weary breath. His eyes smile to me. I
release a long breath and give him a nice smile back. I'm so happy to
be sitting in his lap and holding him close.
The brave's dark eyes narrow to study me. He looks down my belly
at my erection. He then looks me straight in the eye. His sudden
fierceness causes me to look away for some reason, like that time back
at the fort. I'm fearing the wild savage in him again, I suppose.
I'm startled when he begins singing to the sky. His words are filled
with deep emotion. From the way his arms reach upwards, I get the
impression that he's speaking to his God. It's nothing like our
religious songs we praise The Lord with. Without rhyme or even a nice
melody, his Indian song is harsh and difficult to listen to yet I feel
his heart in it. I hear my name mentioned. Is Owopspec's God the same
as mine?
The Indian's voice trails off to a whispered ending. I look into his
strange eyes. His hands drop down to gather my butt. He draws me closer
into his lap. I feel the softness of his breechclout under me; his
breast on mine. Our bodies intertwine and I sigh contentedly.
"I love you, Owopspec." The brave rubs his long hair against me in
reply. Tears come into my eyes. They fall to his shoulder as he holds
me and listens. My heart bursts. I tell him everything. I tell him
about my fears, my pain, and the great love that I have for him. He
listens to all my rushed words. I clutch his warmth and cry some more.
All the pain in my life is coming out. The agony from my first lover.
I still feel something for the trader in spite of his betrayal. He had
awakened my manhood. I see Mr. Telson for what he was, how he used me,
and feel great anger at him along with some sadness. Strangely, a part
of my heart is still his though.
My love is now for Owopspec. This man is worthy to receive it. He
listens to all my words, broken and soft between sobs, that tell him
how much I want his love, his caring, his kind smile even though I
know he can't understand what I'm saying. I tell him anyway.
My heart finishes speaking. My eyes end their boyish tears. I look
deep within myself for how I'm acting and see why: my struggling
happiness. I see the difficulties ahead of me. Not the least of which
is my fear of being taken back to the fort by the angry lieutenant;
either overtaken by his men or simply given back to him by the other
Indians.
If I stay with Owopspec will there be a war because of me? Are the
fort soldiers shooting at the Blackfoot? Even if I'm allowed to remain
with the Indians, will they accept me? I look differently from them and
don't even know how to speak properly. Will I be able to learn their
strange customs; their Indian ways of life? Is Owopspec going to help
me to become one of them?
My mind turns to the brave's God-song. He had mentioned my name in
it. Was Owopspec promising something unto Him about me? Promising to
love and care for me always? This is what I want yet I fear for him.
Will his commitment become too difficult a burden for himself and his
tribe? I've been thinking only about myself.
Strong arms get me to my feet. Owopspec turns from me before I can
read his face. He walks to his horse and frees the reins from a tree. I
reach down for the two sacks and wear them on my shoulders. I'm
relieved to be taken from such painful thoughts.
The brave's dark hand reaches out for me. I rush to him and eagerly
take it. His fingers grip me for a moment then leave me with the
horse's rein. I smile slyly at his trick. After equipping himself with
his weapons, the Indian leads me deeper through the forest. The way is
difficult since we don't have a trail to follow.
Small trees reach out their stinging branches to me. I have to
shield my eyes from their cruel sting. Cogue-ahtose doesn't mind the
forest briers. I'm often tugging on him when he pauses to nibble on
leaves that come his way.
After a short time the brave finds a trail that suits him. I'm
relieved to be on some kind of path after our rough walk. My feet still
hurt from yesterday and I know that many miles have yet to be won. Is our
journey measured in days?
Owopspec allows a brief rest later in the afternoon. We sit in a
clearing to eat. Again, our meal is in silence. His dark eyes watch my
every movement and I sense his deep love for me. I smile at the attention.
After eating, he gets up to check on Cogue-ahtose. I stand at the man's
side.
The leg wound must be healing well since my burdens go to his horse.
We don't ride Cogue-ahtose though. I snuggle against my brave as we
walk the weary miles. Darkness falls. I grow tired and lean more onto
his warmth. This will be our second night since running from the fort.
I notice the bright stars above us. We've left the cover of the
forest. Owopspec heads towards a large river. He gestures for me to
remain silent. I try keeping my eyes open and alert. We cross the
shallows unmolested though I feel eyes upon us. The brave at my side
seems tense.
The glow of many fires forewarn our approach to a large camp. I
take in their pleasant smells. I'm glad that we enter his tribe at
night. My nakedness is only for him to see and would have brought me
much embarrassment if it were daylight.
In the dim glow of the campfires, several tall shapes pass us by.
It's by the third one that I realize that they're Indian lodges! I can
hardly wait to enter his and find sleep on its sheltered floor. A
bitter memory strikes me like a stone. Please don't let there be a
lover waiting there inside for him!
Owopspec pauses to greet an Indian. This one appears to be a brave
like himself though older and wearing several head feathers. Their
hands silently gesture in the starlight. Although I can't take any
meaning from it, I sense great tension fill my lover. He grips me hard
and hurries us away from the campfires.
We stop. The brave removes the blanket from his white gelding and takes
my weary form to a low burning fire. There are no tipis nearby. He
gestures for me to lie here. After dropping a blanket over me, he leads
his horse away into the darkness. The warmth of the fire comforts me.
Sounding from far away are the low beats of Indian drums. A slow,
rhythmic beat that soothes me. It wants to put me to sleep. Too tired to
wonder where my lover has gone, I close my eyes. Sleep takes me at last.
Blue riders descend upon my Indian friends. Metal arrows shoot from
their guns with a great noise. People fall. I beg Owospec to run!
He does what he must. All the braves follow him against the fort's
soldiers. The battle is joined. I'm rushed with the other children
towards the great mountains. I fear more for my lover's life! He doesn't
know the strength and cunning of the white men as I do.
I suddenly find myself in Owopspec's head. It's like I'm telling him
what the soldiers will do next; of battle formations, the accuracy of
their guns after a certain distance. I'm telling him in his Indian words
how best to fight back.
Darkness falls. I sleep on stone floors with the other Indian boys.
Most were my friends until this day. Now they glare at me with their eyes
filled with hate. I feel deep shame for being white.
My proud Indian brave returns. Only a handful of weary warriors
ride in behind him. The women cry from the terrible things seen and
done on this day. Some hateful eyes amongst the People fall over me. I
become afraid. Shouts echo all around as I'm thrown this way and that.
A blow has me falling to the ground. I am dying.
Someone cradles me in warmth. I'm hurting something fierce yet I know
who keeps me safe: Owopspec, the great warrior! Today's accomplishments
in battle has made him proud in the People's eyes.
The flow of a great river runs backward. His proud deeds are yet to
be done. My brave points out his lodge doorway to a man. At the trader
whom I hate and want very much for my Indian lover to protect me from.
This cunning white man reaches out for me. He gives a mean laugh as
he takes me away as his boy. I'm savagely fucked. Three whistles pierce
the darkness of my pain. The trader turns into a stick in the ground.
Soft giggling awakens me from sleep. I sit up to discover that it's
early morning on the prairie. My campfire has long since died, leaving
me chilled on the ground here. Six Indian boys surround me with great
wonder showing on their brown faces. They're all naked.
The horse blanket covers my nudity. I cast it aside to reveal
myself to these boys. I'm no longer ashamed of my body. At least, not
too much. Seeing that we're all without clothing helps. These boys are
rather cute! They range in ages from six to ten years of age I would
say. Their long black hair and wild eyes prove that they're the
offspring of savages. With my blond hair and blue eyes, I wonder what
they think of me?
I look past the boys for any older eyes watching us. We're alone
and on the far side of camp. My brave didn't bring me to his lodge. He
felt content to simply drop me far from his tribe. These Indian boys
found me well enough.
I look over their small bodies kissed by the summer sun. Their loins
are of little boys and what small butts they have! One youth from behind
startles me when he rubs his hand across my shoulder. After examining his
fingers, he peers at me in surprise. Another boy seems amazed by my light
hair. I nod at him to pull on it if he wants. The four younger boys seem
content to just watch.
I show my own curiosity by reaching out to an Indian boy. He
accepts my roving hand which turns naughty when it reaches back for
his soft butt. He only smiles at my gentle handling. My dick lifts
from the warm sensations filling it with desire. My secret lust for
boys is revealing itself.
A small sound from behind announces the stealthy approach of
someone. Fear takes me for my revealing nakedness. I release my hold
on the little boy and turn to view the intruder. Relief fills me. It's
only another youth.
This Indian boy is older than the others. Tied around his waist are
small breechclout flaps. He appears to be three years younger than
myself. His bright eyes quickly look me over. I notice where his eyes
rest; on the swelling stick between my legs. My face turns red from his
wicked smile.
I peer into the boy's dark face. He has a big nose, soft brown
cheeks with eyes of dark flame. Very handsome. His hair is uncut. My
brave has also kept his childhood growth with its full length. My eyes
take in the youth's tanned skin and come to rest on his lower body.
Deerskin flaps cover what I'm wanting to see. I peek in the side for his
small butt.
The boy's half-nakedness gives him a sensual appearance, like my
breech-clad brave. A 'breechclout-boy' who looks very much like a younger
Owopspec. Feelings for this boy stir in my heart.
Breechclout-boy reaches out to my hair. His eager hands rub over its
softness with wonder. Seeing that I have hair under my arms, he kneels
before me and starts pulling on them. I feel the warmth of his soft
body next to mine. My dick pains me to handle it. I ignore my lust for
the moment.
The boy's eyes widen when he discovers my faint breast hair. I gasp
when his small hands feel over my skin with their dirty warmth. My
nipples harden. I really like having this boy touching me. His
exploration is very sensual.
My dick is now at full length. Breechclout-boy eyes my erection
with a smile. He startles me by jumping into my lap! His thin legs wrap
loosely around my butt while the other boys giggle at his boldness. He
shouts out a few words which only gets them to giggle some more.
Breechclout-boy rubs over my shoulders while peering into my eyes
for something. I see his plea to do loving things with me. I shrug my
shoulders and smile back.
The boy's small hands drop to my chest. He rubs over my sensitive
places which causes me to gasp. I lift up my arms for his fingers to
rub into my hidden hairy spots. Tickly sensations fill me from his
curious exploring. I become sexually enflamed. His hands fall next to
my stomach.
After sticking a finger into my navel, Breechclout-boy smiles slyly
when his hands reach even lower. His eyes reveal the bold desire to do
more. I nod my head.
The youth grabs my long dick! He starts pulling on it with a slow up
and down rhythm. My eyes grow wide that this boy knows how to beat off.
I take in deep breaths as the good sensations dart through me. Giggles
fill the air from the curious youths watching us.
Noticing a bulge under my companion's front flap, I become bold myself
by reaching in for his boyhood growth. My fingers wrap around his hard
warm pole. Breechclout-boy grins. His eyes shine when I begin pulling on
him there. All the boys gather around to watch us handle each other.
Breechclout-boy releases my dick to untie his thong belt. He pulls
the cloths from his small body to reveal his nakedness to me at last.
My eyes drop to his groin. Unlike the others here, this Indian boy
seems mature enough to cum from his dick. He doesn't have any dark
hairs but his erection is large for his age. I reach down for it.
His eager hand takes back my length. We rub over each other's poles
while the youths watch. Their curious eyes seem unknowing of the
pleasures taken by us older boys.
Breechclout-boy scoots himself onto me close. Our bellies touch. He
begins rubbing his dick over mine. Tremendous sensations shoot through
me. His hands press over my shoulder blades. His skinny legs wrap
around my backside.
I grab his small butt and help him make love to me. I'm surprised
that this boy knows the mating acts of an adult but from the way his
bright eyes reveal his longing, I realize he knows how and wants to do
it with me right now.
The prairie becomes strangely quiet as Breechclout-boy rides my body.
His cute little butt is so wiggly in my hands. Our breasts rub
wonderfully over each other. His small legs squeeze my ass in love's
rhythm. Below, his pole rubs over the length of my larger dick. I watch
his thrustings and see a crimson head pop out each time he moves against
me. He remains silent but I begin to moan from the thrills building
inside me. The other boys giggle.
Breath filled words in my ear brings my eyes back to my boy. We
touch each other deeply with longing filled stares and we inhale each
other's heated breaths. Our bodies are trying hard to become one. I
know of a way but will only offer my brave that connection.
This boy's naked embrace is only for our loins sake. There's no
pledges of love being given here; only the simple releasing of aching
dicks. I don't feel any guilt when keeping that in mind. We're boys,
after all.
Feeling his hot breath on me, I notice how close his face is to mine.
His dark eyes begin to flutter. I become bold by reaching my lips down to
kiss him. The boy backs away from me with a frightened gasp. Our love
making ends.
The dark eyes of the Indian boy glare at me hard. I smile at his
fear. It's true that the Blackfoot don't know about kissing. As a
youth, that love act is only for adults.
Breechclout-boy covers my mouth with his hand. I swallow nervously
and peer into his angry eyes. He shakes his head back and forth; no
more kisses! I nod my head in agreement.
We embrace again with his head resting lightly on my shoulder. He
begins love's rhythm again. I wrap my arms around his back and share
what little pleasure can come from our rubbing. Only with my brave can
a greater thing be achieved because of our one heart.
I reach lower for the boy's rear end to increase the pace. His stabs
become harsh. I begin to feel some pain from our dry rubbing but ignore
it for the better feelings from my dick. The little boy becomes frantic
with his thrusts.
I gasp when his wild dick really starts to hurt the skin of my
erection. My hands stop his rubbing so that I can wet myself there with
some spit. His curious eyes fill with understanding. He even helps to
get our chafed poles slippery with his mouth's wetness. Slick against
each other now, I slap his butt to have him start our love game again.
It continues at a slow pace. Breechclout-boy rests his head on my
breast as I lay mine over his shoulder. He thrusts to my belly with
care. I keep my fingernails from digging too much into his soft cheeks.
The deep feelings in my dick will need build up again. I don't mind. It
just means that our naked embrace will last that much longer.
I glance at the other boys watching us make love. Most of them smile
and giggle. One little boy gives me a strange expression. Unlike his
friends, he offers me a frown instead. Even when I smile at him, he
continues gazing at me with anger. What makes this Indian boy dislike
me so?
I turn away from his mean eyes. Clutched within the arms of this
nicer boy, I feel close to my release and begin holding breaths. That
always helps me to cum. My lips brush over the boy's soft neck and I
almost kissed him but I remember my promise.
Breechclout-boy's stabs quicken against my belly. His little
erection rubs against my dick, filling me with pleasure. I feel his
butt hump wildly in my hands. His breaths pause on my breast. He too
must be close to it.
An intense feeling shoots through my dick. I clutch my Indian boy
hard while spraying his belly with my wet love. Little boy giggles
answer my passionate cries. I go deep into myself to enjoy this sweet
moment alone.
So fleeting. I enjoy my intense thrills with each quick squirt. The
little boy is very wiggly under my arms, so warm and sexy! I've satisfied
myself in his embrace. I wonder if he'll cum against my spent dick.
When I open my eyes, Breechclout-boy reveals his own surprise. My
voiced pleasure was unexpected, it seems. His eyes narrow from his
sudden climax. I peer down to watch the boy's red knob pop out from
its thick skin and squirt. He shoots his clear cum very quietly.
I watch the boy's face. His eyes flutter as if he's going to faint.
A breath blows out of his mouth. Deep relief fills him when he finishes
wetting to me. I'm filled with that same relaxing feeling for having
spilt my seed. It's nicer to share this feeling with another male than
to do it alone.
His weary head lays against my breast. I hear many breaths blow
through his mouth while I keep the boy's warmth close to me. Our love's
pleasure is ebbing.
I'm amazed that my first day amongst the Blackfoot has begun this
way! Do all Indian boys indulge themselves without fear or shame? If
so, I look forward to becoming one of them. I see my own 'free' society
being restricted by too many rules.
Our sweet moment ends when a little boy tries separating us. His
high-pitched voice shouts something to Breechclout-boy. He springs from
my arms to answer him. The two youths exchange quick words. I wonder
what's going on.
I look over the little boy and recall that he's the one who had
frowned at me. A necklace of white beads lends him an appearance of
rank. Perhaps he's a chief's son or something. He seems to be scolding
the older boy for some reason.
The two end their arguing when Breechclout-boy points to his belly;
at what I've wetted on him. The little Necklace-boy nods his head
eagerly upon seeing it.
All the boys come to examine my thick cum on him. Their brown noses
sniff at it. One bold youth even licks some up! I shake my head in
disbelief at how freely Indian boys are to explore things. It'll take
some getting used to.
Breechclout-boy turns to ask me something in his Indian language. He
repeats himself again as if expecting a reply from me. I simply nod back.
The boy gathers up our mingling seed from himself and holds it out
to me. Not understanding what he intends, I shake my head back and
forth. He points at his friend.
Necklace-boy spreads his legs. My boy wets the youth's smallish
loins with our cum. He rubs over his friend's balls especially as if
offering them some magical power. All the boys watch this strange rite
with wide eyes.
Breechclout-boy's hand starts pulling on the youth's little pole.
The little boy just stands there and allows himself to get excited.
Although I don't understand the wetting part of their boyish rite, I
see that my boy is trying to fetch sperm from his young friend. A long
skinny pole quickly pushes out from that hairless groin.
Necklace-boy begins humping his butt with each thrust. His eyes
narrow in concentration. It seems that he's used to being handled by
his older friend. I get real excited from watching them masturbate.
Breechclout-boy reaches a free hand out to those cute little cheeks.
He begins slapping it as if trying to keep its wild flexing in rhythm to
his pulling. I watch the youth smile back. His bright eyes fill with
pleasure. These boys have met often to perform their friendship rite, it
seems.
I study the faces of the other Indian boys. They seem familiar with
what these two friends are doing with each other. Perhaps they wait for
their turn of pleasure.
Necklace-boy opens his eyes. I see that his pole has become an angry
color. When he cries out in pain, his friend pauses to rub off some
more cum from his belly. He reaches for his friend's pole and after
wetting it, resumes to masturbate him.
The little boy thrusts urgently through his friend's fingers. His
brown ass is flexing cutely in and out. A deep breath fills his lungs.
All eyes wait to see if he'll shoot off his dick. A high-pitched cry
rushes out of him. He sucks in another breath and holds it. His reddened
dick continues thrusting through clenched, spermy fingers but he doesn't
add his own to them. I suppose he's too young to even have a clear fluid
to squirt out.
Breechclout-boy lets go of his friend's sore dick. I see the
disappointment on their faces for his lack of release. They embrace, and
something is whispered into Necklace-boy's ear. His eyes falling on me
hints that I was mentioned in their secret.
They soon part. The other boys come to them with their fond shoulder
slaps. The little boy shakes his head when they point down at his red
pole. Breechclout-boy fetches his deerskin garment. I notice his
curious eyes on my butt.
Exciting tingles dance up and down my spine for what he may be
seeking! I test him by opening my butt real wide. The youth peers
hungrily between my cheeks. When he gives me a wicked grin, I have to
turn away in embarrassment. I think he knows about Indian love and may
want to try it with me.
His fingers pinch my butt. I turn to Breechclout-boy and see his
stiff dick pointing towards me. His dark eyes are filled with
excitement. Thoughts fly through my head. Should I allow this boy to
fuck me? His erection is skinny and wouldn't hurt me as much as a man's
thick cock. The boy could show me how Indian love would feel in my
butt. I wouldn't be afraid to have Owopspec take me then.
Small hands part my cheeks. A stiffness slides between them to push
into my trembling hole. I feel the boy's moist knob trying to seek
passage inside me. How daring it is for him to take me in front of the
other boys!
I quickly imagine what the youths would be watching: Breechclout-boy
sticks his dick in me with his hands gripping my hips. His long thrusts
show off his manliness.
All the Indian boys marvel at seeing a smaller boy mount the older
boy; a pale butt at that! Breechclout-boy's flexing ass drives its
lust into the larger butt before him. Giggles announce his boy-seeds
squirting inside... Inside my butt!
An explosion of pain fills my asshole. The boy tries stabbing
deeper but my greatest pain comes from within me; my heart's urgent
cry. It's wrong to give up this part of myself for lust even if only
to a boy.
I push on his belly to separate us. His hands try to recapture me
but pull away when I give him a mean stare. Giggles answer his
attempt. He nods his head in respect to my denial to his lusty desire.
I remain a man because of it.
The boy reaches down for his two cloths and dons them. He gives me a
sly grin before scurrying towards the distant lodges. I watch his small
body surge under his flapping breechclout, so wonderful in my hands during
our love making.
I find my brave's blanket and wrap it around me to keep warm. The
prairie grasses sway in the gentle wind. I take this quiet moment to
reflect.
A deep peace flows through my body. It feels good. The Indian boys
have comforted the urges that ache in me. I'm glad that he too felt
those same urges. His young body was so warm and soft. When will that
cute boy and I embrace again?
I shake my head at this thought. My love is only for Owopspec! He
gives both his heart and body to me. I love him so much yet I feel
something for the boy. Would it be wrong to love him as well?
It doesn't seem right, at least from what my head tells me. I've
been raised with certain ideas about what love is. A man can only take
one woman to be with him forever. They have kids which both raise in a
family. The husband can't take another unless his first wife dies, and
then, only after a long period of mourning.
My love seems strange from how I've been taught. I'm suppose to like
girls but I desire only men! My heart feels how right that special love
is. Owopspec shares those same feelings and truly loves me back. The
trader had said that Indian love was permitted among the Blackfoot. I
want to live with them to be allowed my life with the brave. I'm only
wondering if I can love that boy as well.
I end these thoughts with a loud sigh. I'll have time later to
resolve my conflicting notions and feelings. For now, I want to enjoy
the quiet of this new morning. The Indian boys also seem content to
sit beside me in silence.
The rising sun casts its glow upon the wilderness. I look around to
see where I am. Tall, snow-capped mountains stand to my right. Their
immensity causes me to feel very small; like a child of the wilderness,
protected and watched over by the world's western wall. I sit in its
shadow.
Towards the sun's rising is a great forest. Owopspec and I had come
from there last night. A long grassy plain lies in between. This is
where the Blackfoot have set up camp. I see their tipis and hope it will
soon be my home; my new Indian life.
I watch the rising sun. It's still early. The sky is blue and
speckled with high clouds. Those nearest to the sun are fiery red. I
like better the green of the forest. The trees don't seem so
threatening or as angry as the morning sky. I wonder why the Indians
don't hide within its safety?
I suddenly think of my Pa. He'd be asking me what time it is. He
owned a fine pocket watch to tell him that but every morning I'd be
estimating the time within minutes from just using the sun.
I reach out to morning's light with my fingers. My pinky points at
horizon. The sun has risen to my thumb so it's around seven in the
morning, I reckon. Pa had taught me that each finger counts as fifteen
minutes of rising. He'd be pulling out his fine watch to see how close
my figuring was.
My smile fades. I'm wondering where his silver watch now lies.
Probably somewhere cold and dark at the river's bottom with my Pa down
there with it. A bitter pain fills my nose as tears come. I'm really
missing him.
At least I know where my mother is. I'm glad that Mr. Telson had found
her and performed a burial as best he could. One day, I must return to
place a carved stone over her.
A smiling youth springs up before me. It's the young Necklace-boy;
my outstretching hand to the sun must have called him. His small hands
loosen my hold on the blanket so that he can sit in my lap. He faces me
and wraps my butt with his skinny legs. Our bellies touch.
The youth grips my waist and begins rubbing his excited pole
against me just like that first boy. I shake my head at his desire and
push on his small body to get him to stop it.
Great disappointment fills his brown face. I relax my hold on his
small shoulders to rub over them. He's a cute boy. I just don't need to
be beating off right now. He can't cum so why is he aching to do it? I
reckon that he thinks it a fine game. I wouldn't mind playing along
except that it doesn't feel right to be embracing him like a lover.
He's too young!
The little boy starts pulling on his erection. It's still wet with
the cum his friend had given it. I watch the red tip pop out. It
withdraws into its thick skin when the youth pulls over his fleshy
stick. His butt wiggles over my thigh.
A high-pitched cry comes from him. I watch his eyes narrow from the
brief thrills given him from only a few moments of handling it. Nothing
came out though.
It surprises me that a young boy can feel intense in his pole
without being able to shoot from it. The moment also comes about
faster, it seems. He's continuing to pull on himself and holds breaths.
Loud gasps often come from him.
I peer down at his skinny pole and notice its angry color. Is he so
taken with masturbation that he must seek longer and greater thrills?
That's a hollow goal. I can see how an older boy needs to pull himself
off when his loins ache him to spill his lust. That's a need for an
unmarried man as well. If he has a lover, he uses the pleasure of sex to
express his heart. This boy has neither the need to release sperm nor a
lover to give it to. Why does he feel such a desperation for the act?
I grip Necklace-boy's shoulders to lift him out of my lap. He gives
me a worried expression and hugs me hard when I stand up. Pangs of hurt
stab into my heart. I'm feeling pity and guilt for some reason. I bring
him up into my arms and hold him. The little boy gives me a sad face.
I hold the youth to me like a younger brother whom I want to comfort
during his sadness. One of the boys begins to laugh. This gets all the
youths to mock my small friend with giggles and finger pointing. I turn
to them in great anger.
"Don't laugh at him!" I command. All the boys end their humiliation
to stare at me instead. I'm the oldest and know they will listen! Their
wide eyes wait for my next action.
I put Necklace-boy down on the ground. He puts on a brave face for
me. I nod my approval while thinking hard on something to distract these
boys with. I want them to get onto other things to play. Better things.
An idea comes to me. I hope the boys are eager to try it. After
looking about for a level part of the ground, I reach out my left hand
and fall on it. The boys gasp when I complete a cart-wheel. After
performing a few more, the Indian boys run to me with bright eyes. I
point to the oldest youth and gesture for him to try it.
He reaches his arm out but pauses from going further. His eyes beg
for me to show him once more. I spring to my left and fall on my hand
over the grass. My naked body turns in a perfect cart-wheel. The boy
tries it himself. He gets the dropping part right but fails to turn
enough. He falls flat on his back.
Giggles and laughs answer his attempt. I point to all the remaining
boys with my challenge. It becomes deadly silent on the plains. The
older boy rises to try again. This time, he gets his hands planted on
the ground and he carries enough speed to turn once around. He stands
on a wobbly leg yet smiles for his accomplishment. All the boys try it
for themselves.
I watch the Indian youths leap over the grasses with my new game.
They're having lots of fun. Sun darkened bodies sway, jump, and spin
before my hungry eyes. I'm filled with excitement from seeing their
nakedness parading before me. I'm naked too don't feel a thing wrong
with it. We're all boys just having some fun.
My game ends when a mounted warrior approaches. All the boys run to
him with glad shouts. I quickly search for my blanket to cover myself
with but our cart-wheeling has taken us far from where it lies. The
man's low voice forces me to turn to him.
"How ne tucka?" asks the warrior.
I shake my head at his meaningless words. He seems to be an old man
yet up to the hunt and doing what warriors do when on horseback. I look
over his slim form.
Along with a full breechclout, the man wears fancy elk leggings. His
feet are moccasined. Across his dark back is a quiver and bow. He wears
four proud eagle feathers in his hair. I peer at his unpainted face and
recognize him! He's the Blackfoot Chief who had visited the fort on that
wonderful day.
"Pah-kaps-owopspec sah komape?" he asks.
Though I don't take his full meaning, I nod my head when hearing the
name of my brave. His eyes narrow to study me; my face in particular. I
recall the green paint my brave had drawn on me there. I wonder what
meaning it brings to this warrior? To myself, it marks me as Owopspec's
lover. I beam with pride at this thought.
The Blackfoot Chief drops from his horse. He approaches me with a
plain face and grips my shoulders with strong hands. I try to appear
brave. When he suddenly smiles, I too break out of my fierceness. The
warrior embraces me hard like a long lost son.
"Krist-o-fer, cristoa jeh ah-eene Pah-kaps-owopspec," he whispers in
awe. "Jeh can-te!" (The Indian chief holds the boy close to his breast.
This white youth was the reason for his youngest son's second visit to
the blue-coat's cage of ringed dead trees. Six buffalo skins was quite
a big price to pay.)
The old man parts from me with a knowing grin. I endure his long
glance over my nakedness, especially to my dick. A small fear takes me.
Does the chief approve of Owopspec's love for me?
The warrior turns to fetch something from his horse. The other boys
come to my side and watch to see what he'll do next. I feel comforted
by having the boys close. My nudity doesn't seem as blatant with theirs.
A cloth of soft hide is in the chief's hands when he turns to us. He
offers it to me along with a length of thong. An excitement fills me.
I'm finally being given the garment of an Indian boy!
I wrap the belt around my waist and place the deerskin flap in
front. It's not long enough to go under me and behind. I look down at
myself. My dick is now covered but what about my rear end?
The warrior chuckles at my plea for another cloth. He speaks a few
words while shaking his head back and forth. I suppose he either
doesn't have another flap to give me or I'm not supposed to have my butt
covered. Owopspec wears only a small thong down his butt crack.
I thank the chief with a fond hold of his shoulder. He smiles at me
and nods his approval. I'm filled with such good feelings from him. He
accepts me and cares that I should look like one of his own People. An
Indian boy loved by his own.
Necklace-boy sprints up to the old man. He speaks a few words which
causes all the other youths to start giggling. I wonder what has been
said. The Blackfoot Chief only glances at me with shining eyes. I hope
that he wasn't told of my naked embrace with the breech-clad boy.
The warrior-chief mounts up. Sitting proud on his fiery stallion,
his swift kick sends the horse trotting away. I wave him farewell and
smile when he answers me likewise. The Indian boys reach out to touch
my new deerskin garment.
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