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    *                           "Bare Butt Brave"                          *
    *                             by Vince Water                           *
    *                                (part 3)                              *

       I'm filled with awe. My heart has been touched by that man's gifts.
    Not the least of which is how welcomed he made me feel in his tribe. I
    think he even approves of Owopspec and myself. His eyes looked kindly upon
    me. Those painted green lines my lover had fingered to my face must have
    significance. Mr. Catlin once told me that Indian face-paint speaks loudly
    of many things. I want it shouting to everyone that I'm bound to Owopspec
    in love!

       I find myself alone. The Indian boys are scurrying back to camp.
    Something must be drawing them. I quickly give chase. On the way back, I
    look about for Owopspec's buffalo hide. It wouldn't go well for me to
    lose his horse's blanket on my first day as an Indian.

       One of the boys has found the shaggy skin. I end my search to catch
    up with him. He spies me and streaks faster into camp. As I give chase,
    I notice how my new breechclout flaps in front. Anyone looking in from
    the side could see my dick. My butt is bared, like my Indian brave's.
    That is so daring of me... and thrilling!

       A rancid odor greets my approach to the tipis. It's rather an
    unpleasant smell of feces and tanning hides. How can the Indians put up
    with it?

       I find the boys standing around an old woman. Before her is a
    hanging pouch that draws their attention. Some kind of intestinal
    bladder or something. She fetches small stones from a campfire and
    drops it into the pouch with the help of two sticks. The liquid hisses
    and bubbles within it. The pleasant aroma of cooked meat fills the air.

       The woman checks on another pouch. From this bladder, she scoops out
    some meat. A boy steps up to her with an open hand and gladly receives
    his breakfast. Another youth reaches his hand out to her.

       I feel my own hunger and soon get my turn. She pulls out a piece but
    pauses from giving it to me. Her eyes widen in surprise when she looks
    over my pale form.

       Necklace-boy offers her words of assurance. I smile, and reach my
    hand out to her again. She smiles back slyly and drops the steaming
    meat into my hand.

       It burns me! I drop the meat to the ground. The boys giggle at my
    foolishness. One youth shows me that his hand is protected by a small
    leaf. The meat lays over it to cool. I stare down at my ruined
    breakfast laying in the dirt.

       Necklace-boy turns to me. He hands me his piece of meat wrapped in a
    leaf. I gladly accept it. He fetches another leaf and picks up my piece
    from the ground. Without even dusting it off, he brings it to his mouth
    for a bite. I smile sheepishly as I take a bite from mine. I'm filled
    with good feelings for his act of friendship. It seems that I've much
    to learn as an Indian boy.

       After our meal, the boys lead me around camp. More boys join us to
    form a great horde. Most of the younger boys are naked. Those who wear
    breechclouts aren't lacking a rear cloth as I. Their hands are often
    slapping over my pale butt. One Indian boy even lifts my front flap to
    show off my dick. The youths stare at it with awe. It seems that my
    Christian cutting from birth is strange to them. Their poles are thicker
    from retaining that extra skin. I wonder how many boys here have felt
    the slimy warmth of a butt hole as mine though!

       Our horde pauses its roaving when we come to an open space in the
    Indian camp. There are many fire pits here. None burning at the moment.
    Perhaps this is where the savages dance to their drums under the stars.

       A naughty hand under my flap surprises me. A boy of eleven is trying
    to pull an erection from me! Several of the boys are handling themselves
    around us. Giggles come from the other youths.

       My boy begins handling himself as well. I watch his brown arms move
    with one rhythm under our front flaps. His hands are obviously
    experienced with pulling on long aching poles. I sheepishly stand
    closer to him and allow it.

       I'm amazed at the ease Indian boys feel for masturbation. Although
    no adults are near, we're doing this naked act amongst the tipis. Any
    woman or girl could step out and see what we do. My face burns at that
    thought.

       I notice the large number of boys surrounding us. Those who are
    'performing' are in the center. No one outside the circle could really
    spy on us, I suppose. Only the naked youths watching with bright eyes
    and smiling brown faces.

       I catch a glimpse of something unbelievable behind me. A boy seems to
    be sucking on another boy's dick! He performs this act while on his knees,
    grasping him companion's wiggly butt. His face bobs back and forth under
    the older boy's front flap.

       I look around me for anything similar going on. Nothing. Only this
    boy performs such a daring act! He's about thirteen years old judging
    from the size of his body. Naked though. I wonder why he doesn't wear
    breechclout flaps? A long stick for a pole stands along his belly.
    There's no hair on this youth's groin so he must be big for his age.
    He's obviously experienced at taking a dick in his mouth. The older boy
    who's about my age grips the boy's shoulders. He arches his back and
    thrusts into the willing boy's mouth.

       This must not be common because all the boys are watching them with
    wide eyes. It's funny how I never thought about such a thing - to take
    someone's dick in my mouth and suck on it. I was amazed to learn about
    fucking a man's ass! These boys are showing me yet another Indian male
    sex rite.

       I'm very excited by it. What else am I going to learn from these
    Indian boys? A sharp thrill goes through my dick. I turn to the youth
    pulling on me. I'm close to it so I begin holding breaths. My companion's
    hand is getting my dick feeling intense.

       An expression of pleasure fills his face. He slows his hand under his
    front flap as I imagine the seed that he's spilling to it. No moans from
    him. Did he actually shoot?

       A gasp comes from me though. The boy's hand cups my knob to catch
    what I'm squirting. Tremendous thrills steal my breath away! It leaves
    me dazed. The boy pulls his hands out from our flaps to reveal his
    filled palms. I'm surprised to see that his loins have spilt the thick
    seed of a man. Maybe he's older than eleven that I'd guessed for him.

       Soon, all the other performers reveal wet palms. Most have only a
    clear wetting to show for their efforts. I reckon they've another year
    of growth or so before maturing in the loins. A youth at my side
    continues to handle his war painted pole. He has great determination to
    make it wet for him. I notice his lack of breechclout flaps.

       A loud gasp from behind gets me to turn around. I watch the boy on
    his knees pulling his face from the older boy he was sucking on. Relief
    is seen on that boy's face. The naked boy proudly stands up. He opens
    his mouth to reveal what he's won. Over his pink tongue is thick cum.

       Giggles answer that boy's lusty accomplishment. He spits out the
    sperm that he's won to his right hand. It's spread over his small balls.
    What remains in his mouth is swallowed. The naked youth makes a sort of
    dance around the older boy who lifts his front flap, pointing his wet
    dick at him. That draws the naked boy's attention. He ends his dancing,
    steps up to the older boy and presses his hard dick onto him. His left
    hand reaches low to cup their touching balls.

       The two boys just stand there. In their place, I'd be stabbing up a
    frenzy to thrill my dick! They are clutching each other's backsides. No
    pulling on them. The older boys breathes words that sound like a song.
    I get the idea that the naked youth hopes that male 'power' is being
    ritually passed into his small loins.

       The low singing ends. Hoots and war cries erupt around the two boys
    who step away from each other. I see hope in the naked boy's eyes. He
    gives his companion a hand gesture who mutters something in reply. On
    both their faces is longing. I suspect that these boys are good friends.

       The older boy announces something to the others. Those boys who hold
    cum in their hands brought forth from their dicks offer it to the youths
    who couldn't shoot. They pair off, big boy and little. Sperm is spread
    over their immature loins. I face an eager youth to offer him the same
    male empowering rite.

       My hand is empty! I turn to that boy who had fetched my sperm to take
    back what is mine. He nods in reply. Our hands clasp like in a handshake.
    When I withdraw mine from his, my fingers are covered in my sticky cum.
    I turn to the youth with what he wants from my hand. It's Necklace-boy.

       It thrills me to feel over his small rounded orbs, especially with
    my hand wet with seed spilt from my loins. I feel a strange sense of
    power over him; that he wants to grow up big like me one day.

       I'm not surprised by what the older boys do next. It's the same thing
    Breechclout-boy had performed. I reach for Necklace-boy's small dick and
    begin pulling on it. His bright eyes shine.

       The youth's fleshy stick quickly stiffens in my hand. My wetting
    keeps my handling from hurting him. I pull on the boy's erection in one
    hand while cupping his little butt with the other. His wiggly softness
    is thrilling to touch.

       Necklace-boy reaches out to my hips. I peer into his tense face so
    full of concentration. I look around me. Similar embraces are going on
    between older boys and the little ones. All playing a common game of
    naked male pleasuring.

       A high pitched cry gets all eyes on one youth to my left. The older
    boy handling him pulls out a clear squirt from his dick. This he proudly
    displays for all the others to see.

       They step up to the naked youth with their hard shoulder slaps. Loud
    words are spoken. The proud Indian boy tries keeping the pain from their
    initiation from showing on his face. He looks stern. Two flaps and a thong
    belt are placed into his hands. This he eagerly wraps around his brown
    body. A little boy no more!

       The proud youth walks past the little boys. Deep envy is seen on those
    faces of boys who couldn't cum. I can't help but feel a pang of regret
    for my own friend. Necklace-boy has at least three more summers before
    he'll be similarly initiated. For now, his nakedness means that he bears
    no danger to the girls.

       With our boyish rite completed, I'm taken deeper into camp.

       Indian folk of all ages are about and greet me. The men just stare
    with their curious eyes while the women like to touch me. They seem
    amazed by my blond hair and pale skin. The girls always giggle upon seeing
    my bared rear end. And although I'm not attracted to them, my face burns
    with embarrassment.

       The boys bring me to a small hide lodge. The door is covered with an
    elk skin and no one answers a boy's challenge. There's no one at home,
    I suppose. The youth lifts the door flap to toss in my buffalo blanket
    that he's been carrying. I realize that this must be Owopspec's tipi!

       I examine the buffalo skin tent. It's smaller than the other lodges
    that I've seen yet more fancily painted. Tall sticks help keep its
    rounded form. They fan out from a large hole at the top. I wonder what
    my lover keeps inside?

       When I attempt to enter, the youth stops me. I turn to him with a stern
    face. After pointing to my green face paint and speaking the full name of
    my lover, he steps aside. I should be allowed to enter my new home!

       It's very dark in here. I wait a moment to allow my eyes to adjust.
    None of the other boys follow me inside. They seem reluctant to enter my
    brave's tipi. Is it wrong to go inside a man's home when he's not there?
    Well... it can't be wrong for me. I'm going to be living here!

       Some light comes in from the upper smoke hole. I use it to see what's
    in here. My curious eyes dart about this strange dwelling. Pa once told
    me that the hide lodge allows Indians to pack up camp and move at a
    moment's notice so they can follow the buffalo herds or quickly strike
    camp when fleeing enemy war parties. This is the first time that I'm
    seeing one from the inside.

       There's a smoldering fire in the middle. Its smoke rises to the
    hole at the top of the hide lodge where the long poles meet and spread.
    The dirt floor holds a few objects.

       Some pouches and a spear lie against one rounded wall. Owopspec
    doesn't seem to be a well-to-do Indian. But then of course, I've heard
    that savages don't have money like us. They get all that they need by
    gathering it from their surroundings. Hunting buffalo for meat and
    hides, logs from the forest for their fires to keep warm by, and other
    stuff. It's a simple life. One that I long for.

       A long mat by the fire draws my attention. I kneel to its softness
    and smell the odor of my brave in it. My eyes note a thinning spot in
    its middle. From its roundness and how it pushes into the floor, I'd say
    that's where my brave rests his butt. My nose even detects his familiar
    scent. I sit on the bare spot and sigh contently. Sweet day dreams fill
    my head.

       Owopspec returns to his lodge after a long day of hunting. My day has
    been filled with playing Indian games with the other boys. They've
    taken away my lust but to this brave I offer my deepest love. It makes
    us happy.

       Before the blazing fire my handsome brave offers me meat from this
    day's catch. We both eat in silence though our eyes speak of lovely
    things. I finish quickly since my heart aches to embrace him. He holds
    out his arms and accepts my tight hug. Our love making begins.

       We kiss and touch and make all kinds of beautiful love. He shows me
    different ways of doing it. Best of all I give him my seed deep inside
    his butt. I turn over to offer him mine. My brave lays over my body to
    fill me with his wet love. It's what he always wanted to give me. I hear
    his great joy from cumming into me with a loud moan. His teeth come to my
    neck to mark me as his lover...

       I end my lustful dreaming. Owopspec means more to me than just that.
    I want him to teach me things; the skills I'll need as a real Indian. I
    want to learn how to track, shoot a bow, ride a horse bare-back, paint up
    my face like a warrior. I'm going to live and breathe as an Indian! I
    want my brave to give me these things with his love.

       A boy shouts to me through the doorway. I slowly rise to answer him.
    My eyes look about Owopspec's lodge for a long moment. Happiness fills
    me. My sweet dream is unfolding!

       It's with regret that I must leave my lover's tipi. My eyes smart when
    I step into the bright sunlight. Only a handful of boys remain to greet
    me. Our large band has shrunk to five boys.

       One Indian boy is nearly my age and wears a full breechclout. The
    others are younger, and naked. I'm glad to see that the boy with the
    beaded necklace is with them. He always has a friendly grin to give me.
    I smile back.

       "Krist-o-fer," the youth says to draw the White boy's attention. He
    points at himself saying, "Nistoa... Caquay-mummea."

       "Caquay... mummea?" I ask. He nods his head while speaking the
    strange syllables again. What does his name mean? Mr. Catlin has told
    me that Indians take on the names of animals, plants, places or something
    significant that they've done. I'm uttering Necklace-boy's Indian name
    and shrug my shoulders. The boy points up at the sun with his right hand
    then covers it from sight with his left.

       "Caquay," the youth utters.

       I don't understand what his gesture means. Before I can shrug my
    shoulders again, he gives me another gesture. His small hands are
    struggling to keep their grip on something. An animal that he's caught!

       "Mummea." The boy points at himself. "Nistoa... Caquay-mummea."

       So as to not disappoint the boy, I nod in feigned understanding. His
    Indian name has something to do with covering the sun and a slippery
    animal that he tries holding in his hands. I'll continue to think of him
    as 'Necklace-boy' until Owopspec teaches me how to speak Blackfoot.

       The eldest boy here draws my attention when he utters his name.
    'Innuya-ohkitchis'. He rubs over the unusually long fingers to his hands.
    My eyes drop to the full breechclout that he wears. It's not mere flaps
    but one long piece of hide that the men wear. He's about a year younger
    than me, I reckon. It strikes me that Owopspec only clothes himself with
    a boy's front flap. But, of course, that's because he doesn't cover
    himself in back. Me neither.

       After repeating the boy's Indian name to his satisfaction, I turn to
    a naked youth for his and recognize him. He was sucking dick earlier. I
    look down at his pole that's sleeping over his small sac of balls. How
    old is this boy? I'd thought thirteen due to the size of his body yet
    he hasn't matured in the loins to be that age. Long black hair falls
    half way down his back though. That's nearly the same length of growth
    as the hair Innuya-ohkitchis has down his back who's fourteen. Hmm.

       I point at this boy asking, "Nistoa?" That Indian word is spoken right
    before someone gives their name so I hope he understands that's what I'm
    asking him for. The boy smiles but doesn't open his mouth to utter his
    name. Instead, he points at his eyes then casts that finger out from him.

       "Owopspec?" I ask. Part of my brave's Indian name means 'eyes'. The
    boy shakes his head while repeating his finger gesture that I gather
    has something to do with 'seeing' something. Another gesture is given
    me. He forms a circle with the curling fingers of his right hand. With
    his left hand, he points at his eyes then sticks that finger into the
    circle formed by his right hand. Hmm. I have no idea what his name means.
    In my mind, I'll call him 'Big-boy-with-small-balls.'

       The twins give me their spoken names but no gesturing is given me. I'm
    spared having to guess what they mean in Indian. How is Breechclout-boy
    called, I wonder? My sweet memory returns of us making love this morning.

       The five boys lead me out of camp. I'm glad to be away from all the
    new faces and curious hands touching me. I've seen so many new things
    and have much to think about. This is turning out to be a very busy day.

       A vast prairie opens before us. I wonder what Indian games we can
    play out here? The boys keep close and often peer at me. Little hands
    brush over my chest and often slap my butt. I wonder what their dark
    eyes see of me? My nakedness isn't as obvious as theirs. Is it my pale
    skin that attracts their curious glances or my blond hair? Their naughty
    hands like to feel over my body. I'm glad that my front flap hides my
    hard dick from the adults.

       A woman calls out to us. I spy her standing before a lone tipi at the
    edge of camp. Caquay-mummea, the Necklace-boy, answers her plea along
    with the twins. The other two boys seem wary and wait here with me.

       I watch the Indian squaw speaking to the three youths. Her voice is
    cracked and difficult to listen to. Her long hair is bound close to her
    head with thongs. The other women of this tribe wear their hair freely
    about their shoulders. I wonder why this squaw is different?

       Caquay-mummea nods at her instructions and starts running back. It
    turns into a race when the twins sprint ahead of him. They keep running
    even when passing us. Necklace-boy shouts for all the boys to follow.
    We take off.

       I easily catch the three boys and in hand gesturing, ask where we're
    running to. Caquay-mummea points in the direction of the rising sun. He
    makes hand signs as if he's holding something. Some kind of chore to be
    done, I surmise.

       We approach the wide river and enter it. This shallow place must have
    been where Owopspec had led me across last night. I look around in fear.
    Behind me is a large Indian camp. Their warriors surely guard all
    approaches to it. I'm safe from the fort's soldiers here.

       The youths dip their cupped hands into the water like paddle wheels.
    I'm thirsted so I join them for a drink. The river tastes cold and
    refreshing. We cross over to the other side where a forest lies.

       Naked playing begins. Four Indian boys start a tagging game in the
    water that turns into a wrestling match. I watch young bodies rub and
    grab at each other. Innuya-ohkitchis is standing in the shallows with me.
    We smile at each other for the boys' brisk game.

       The twin Indian boys catch my eye. Both are identical in appearance
    and they stay close to each other. Youths of eleven, I would say. It's
    endearing to see how they're often peering at the other with happy grins.
    It's as if they know what the other wants or is thinking. Two youthful
    bodies of one mind.

       The boys' game turns into a splashing contest. Innuya-ohkitchis and
    I are driven from the river when the youths target us. I run to the
    forest for cover. One quick boy manages to grab onto my butt. I feel
    his mouth on me there.

       I stand on the bank with Big-boy-with-small-balls leeched onto me.
    What will he do next? His hands spread my butt cheeks. Something wet and
    wiggly darts into my hole! Does he really have his tongue stuck up my
    butt? The sensation is like nothing I've ever experienced before. My feet
    remain rooted to the ground while he sucks on my asshole.

       As I'm about to bend over to allow the boy to tongue deeper in me,
    he pushes on my butt and stands up. All the other youths giggle at this
    boy's naughty deed. Innuya-ohkitchis, the breechclad youth at my side
    gives my butt a sharp slap. My face begins to burn. Is my lack of having
    a rear flap a sign that I want a dick up my butt?

       The Indian boys line up side by side on the bank. Four hard dicks are
    pointed at me. In embarrassment, I rush to sit down with my butt kept
    safe from them by the muddy bank. It was as I'd thought.

       My moment of embarrassment passes. Little faces get washed in the
    river. I decide to keep on my proud face paint. Since my uncovered body
    reveals my desire for Indian love, Owopspec's green fingered lines across
    my face announces to everyone that I'm his.

       Big-boy-with-small-balls sits down with me. He gestures many things
    with his hands. That's how Indians 'talk' without speaking words. I
    have no idea what he's trying to tell me so I shrug my shoulders. The
    boy gently pulls on my balls then touches my butt pressed into the mud.
    While licking his lips, he shakes his head. I get it. He's not found
    sperm in my asshole in spite of the fact that I've kept my butt bared.
    If he were to have tasted Owopspec's butt yesterday, he'd find my cum
    inside it.

       My face is burning. I look to the river where the boys are finishing
    with their bath. They run onto the bank to join us. We stand up and
    continue our mysterious journey into the forest. I'm comforted by the
    tall sheltering trees. No soldiers will find me here. The boys gather
    large sticks and such. I search through the undergrowth for firewood.
    I'm glad that I won't have to be chopping any of it.

       When each boy has an armful, we head back across the river. They're
    mindful about keeping the wood from getting wet. When we reach the other
    side, a group of boys are playing in river or simply sunbathing. A pile
    of discarded breechclouts lie on the grass.

       Curious faces turn in my direction. They're obviously surprised to
    find a white boy amongst their friends carrying firewood. I'd raise my hand
    in greeting if my arms weren't full. Necklace-boy explains things to them.

       A nude boy lies at my feet. He doesn't notice my presence as if in deep
    contemplation. I look over his smooth brown body. His left foot lifts from
    the grass, drops, then lifts again that gets his little butt flexing. My
    eyes are stuck on his sensual half-moon shapes. He notices my staring and
    lifts his face to me with a look of wonder in his eyes. I smile at him.
    He lowers his head and supports it with his hands, eyes forward at the
    river when he returns to his deep thoughts.

       Necklace-boy shouts out a warning. He sprints ahead. All the boys
    carrying firewood chase after him with glad shouts. We're racing again!

       I clutch my sticks and run towards the squaw's lodge. Caquay-mummea
    was leading but Innuya-ohkitchis soon overtakes him. I quicken my pace
    to catch the new leader.

       My bare feet tear up the ground with all my strength. As I overtake
    Innuya-ohkitchis, I hear someone shout out my name. I don't turn to see
    who it was since the race is very close. The boy I've just passed is
    quite fast.

       I stop before the woman's lodge with the race won. Innuya-ohkitchis
    comes in second to be followed by Big-boy-with-small-balls. Caquay-mummea
    arrives next. The twins end the race in a tie. As the winner, the boys
    slap my shoulders in acknowledgement. I'm proud to have beaten them.

       I spy a two feathered warrior slipping from the squaw's lodge. His
    hands adjust the front part to his breechclout while he quickly walks
    past us. Behind him, the squaw gives a fond farewell.

       She turns to us gesturing for our sticks to be brought inside. I
    follow her in while the other boys pause at the doorway. Why do they
    hesitate? Have I just broken some Indian taboo?

       The squaw points to the ground near her fire pit. I release my burden
    there gladly. The other boys shyly enter and quickly drop their sticks
    over mine. Their brown faces are filled with caution and excitement.

       The squaw nods her thanks to us with our task done. When I try to
    leave, she turns to drop the door flap and blocks our escape. I gasp in
    surprise when seeing her uncovered butt. Unlike the other Blackfoot
    women that I've seen, this squaw's dress has no back to it. Her rear end
    sticks out. I notice a thong covers her crack though. It reminds me of
    Owopspec's thin butt thong.

       She turns to me. Her big hands grip my shoulders when she asks me
    something. The boys giggle nervously at her wicked knowing grin. Her
    eyes look over my body and her naughty hand reaches under my front flap.
    I back away to prevent her from handling my dick. She manages to pinch
    my bared butt.

       "Ahkeea sah-komape?" she asks.

       I turn to Caquay-mummea for help but he only giggles. The squaw turns
    around to show us her butt. She leans forward while spreading her legs.
    I watch with growing amazement when she loosens her rear thong. Below
    her inviting asshole are a sac of balls. This 'squaw' is but a man in
    woman's clothing!

       I gasp when this squaw-man backs his body onto me. His quick hand
    reaches for my front flap and pulls it away. He starts rubbing his butt
    against my swelling dick. Sharp tingles there fill me with dread. My
    dick may want to take him but I love only Owopspec!

       I push the strange man away. He continues to crouch before me while
    the boys giggle. Seeing that my flap lies at his feet, I stoop down to
    fetch it. That brings my nose close to his butt he backs onto me. I smell
    its musky odor. Utter lust fills me. I can't control myself when my lips
    roam over his brown cheeks until I'm tonguing its opening. Its sharp
    taste reminds me of sperm. Peering closely, I notice a wetness dribbling
    down from his hole. It is cum! That warrior must have fucked this man's
    butt while we were fetching firewood.

       That warrior's visit was only to relieve lust. I saw how he left the
    squaw-man's lodge in such a hurry. No words of farewell were spoken at
    his departure. Am I allowing that same animal lust to control me? I'm
    not going to give up my sperm without being loved back.

       I release the man's body and step back a few paces. My hands quickly
    secure my front flap. The squaw-man continues to crouch before us like
    a submissive squaw. He hopes to get mounted. Well, it sure ain't gonna
    be from me!

       Knowing giggles from the youths fill me with embarrassment. They see
    what the squaw-man is offering me and wonder why I deny to take that
    pleasure. One boy even points at the bulge under my front flap. My
    loins lust for this man's asshole while my heart screams 'No!' I listen
    to my heart.

       The squaw-man falls to his knees. He looks towards us while pulling
    his butt open. I peer in for his wet asshole. My dick urges me to take
    this man's offer to fuck him but I resist. Owopspec will give me his
    butt tonight in his tipi and I'll lovingly fill it. I want to give him
    mine in return.

       A suggestive humping comes from the squaw-man's butt and he pulls on
    his left cheek to fully reveal his asshole. It winks in and out. He
    really wants to get fucked! Nervous giggling come from the boys but they
    keep their place. My dick surges with lust but I keep my feet rooted to
    the ground.

       Louder giggles erupt when someone takes my place behind the squaw-man.
    It's Innuya-ohkitchis. The boy pulls the front part of his breechclout
    aside to free his hard dick. He directs it through the squaw-man's cheeks
    after falling to his knees. The unmatched bodies of a boy joins to the
    man's in an act of Indian love.

       Innuya-ohkitchis reaches for the squaw-man's sides and begins a man's
    motion of mating. It becomes a hurried effort on the part of the boy.
    All eyes are on him. I watch his ass surge under the rear breechclout
    flap that he's kept on. It's a very sexy motion.

       I turn to Necklace-boy. He's wide in the eyes from watching the boy's
    use of the man's asshole. We all watch as Innuya-ohkitchis quickly stabs
    into that wanting hole. The squaw-man even backs onto the boy's dick,
    their bodies joined in a lusty dance. I become excited. I reach down for
    my straining erection to relieve it. One other youth joins me in jerking
    off. It's Big-boy-with-small-balls.

       Necklace-boy and the twins bear erections but they're content to just
    watch all the action taking place around them. I'm often looking at the
    two who are fucking. Seeing a boy using a man's ass is very exciting.
    I glance every so often at the other boy pulling on his dick. Even though
    he's big for his age, I doubt that there's anything in his small balls
    to shoot out. I'll keep watching to see if this boy proves me wrong.

       Wow. I'm amazed by how freely Indians are with sex! Boys masturbate
    when they want and even use assholes when they're offered. A troubling
    thought strikes me. Has Owopspec offered himself to a boy's lusty need?
    Somehow, I get the feeling that I'm only the newest love in his life.
    Which boy had him last?

       Innuya-ohkitchis takes full pleasure inside the squaw-man's body. He
    seems very experienced with Indian love. I watch the boy's quick savage
    stabs into that butt. His high-pitched cries join the man's wailing that
    turns to pained grunts or is that the perverse pleasure of getting his
    butt raped good? I've never given Owopspec such pain. My dick spermed him
    with care because of my great love. This boy only has lust in him.

       The boy stabs forward and releases a loud huff of breath. He plunges
    into that butt a few more times as I imagine him filling its dark passage
    with his seed. He rests for a moment before pulling out, turning to us
    with a dripping dick. His hands rise in the air triumphantly. The other
    boys hoot.

       The squaw-man keeps his crouched position. It seems that he wants
    more boy seed inside him this day. Who will offer theirs next? My eyes
    widen when a naked boy steps up to try.

       It's Big-boy-with-small-balls. His hands spread the man's brown cheeks
    to get his face in there. I'm reminded of this boy's similar trick in my
    butt at the river. Such boldness! Is he really sucking cum from that
    man's asshole?

       The boy pulls back to gasp for breath then he sticks his face back
    into the squaw-man's butt for another drink. I know that a feathered
    warrior has put sperm in there along with Innuya-ohkitchis. Were there
    other needing men visiting this lodge earlier?

       I feel the thrills building in my dick from pulling over it. I'm deep
    into my necessary act. From behind, a boy presses the front of his body
    onto me. His stiff pole pushes between my cheeks and finds my hole. It
    barely slips in. Am I actually allowing this to happen?

       Lust is in me! The boy grips my hips and he brings me onto him. I feel
    his necklace of beads pressing against my back; this is Caquay-mummea who
    takes me. His erection pushes a little further into my hole causing me
    some pain yet its filling sensation is exciting.

       I'm telling myself that this little boy can't cum in me. He's only
    practicing Indian love which will help break in my butt so Owopspec's
    big cock can fit in me. If it were Innuya-ohkitchis standing behind me,
    I wouldn't allow him to take my virginity. That'll be my brave's proud
    duty tonight.

       I crouch lower to more easily allow the little boy to fuck me. How
    tightly his hands grip my hips. I'm his for the moment. I back my cheeks
    onto his smooth groin with each of his forward stabs. Our bodies bump
    together. The boy's erection in my hole gives me a little discomfort.
    His is only a stick of a dick when compared to Owopspec's mighty spear.

       I'm surprised to hear myself moaning from the thrill of getting taken.
    Caquay-mummea slips his pole in and out of my asshole. The pain is gone.
    I feel the boy's hot breaths on my back and hear his occasional outcry.
    He's really enjoying my butt. I'm just as thrilled to be giving it to
    him! Now I understand why a man allows himself to get fucked. It's that
    sense of fulfillment for giving pleasure to another male in Indian love.
    A lusty fire grows in my loins from it.

       The twins come to my side to watch. They have hands around each other's
    erections, jerking off. They're so cute!

       One of the twins says something to the other. I watch the two boys
    turn and embrace belly to belly. Their bodies fit together with hands
    reaching around to hold his brother's butt. In front, their dicks touch
    and begin to rub. As one, the brothers stand and make love to each other.

       Caquay-mummea's joyful cry grabs my attention. His stabbing into my
    butt ends. I'm feeling the boy's strong throbbing in my asshole. His was
    only a 'dry' release for not having sperm in his balls to give me. Is he
    satisfied as a little boy? His hands don't loosen from my hips. I keep my
    butt stuck onto his stiff pole. The youth drives himself in my butt again,
    crying out with his breaths.

       My own pleasure will soon be realized. I handle my dick under the
    front flap like I've never beaten off before! Such building thrills.
    All the boys can use my asshole while I beat off again and again. I
    feel a tremendous rush from thinking about Indian boys sticking into me.

       Heavy squirts fill my front flap. I think that I've cried out from
    the sweet pain. A grayness fills my eyes. The great roar in my ears
    seems like harsh giggling. I feel the youth's quick stabs through my
    asshole while an aching grips my heart; darkness and guilt. My lust has
    been spent under my front flap. I keep my hands from being too savage when
    pulling the youth's hands from me. I step away from our lusty connection.

       Necklace-boy comes to my side. His dark eyes shine with a sexual fire
    in them. His obvious pride from having conquered me. I try rubbing the
    pain from my ass. Guilt rises within me. I have to turn away from the
    youth's boastful expression.

       I look at the embracing twins instead. Their smooth brown bodies
    are riding each other. A gentle up and down rubbing to pleasure their
    stiff poles. The brothers' love making is beautiful. The lodge soon
    fills with their high-pitched voices. A cry of intense pleasure from
    the brothers as one.

       I'm awed for some reason. They hold each other briefly to take in
    breaths. I'm curious to see what may be on their bellies. When they
    part, I notice a small wetting above their angry-colored poles. The
    clear release of young boys.

       The twin brothers turn to watch the thirteen-year-old's awkward
    positioning in the squaw-man's butt. His attempt to fuck him but he
    can't seem to get his dick in.

       The boy turns to Innuya-ohkitchis for encouragement. Dribbling down
    from his lips is a warrior's sperm along with that of the very boy who
    steps up to instruct him on the use of a man's butt hole! He tries
    sticking his dick in again.

       The squaw-man lowers himself to accommodate the boy. Their mating
    begins clumsily. The youth pushes into that butt without rhythm as if he's
    unknowing of how it's properly done. Innuya-ohkitchis reaches his hand
    down to that little butt to guide him.

       The thirteen-year-old's butt gets pushed on. I shake my head at the
    lesson Innuya-ohkitchis is giving the boy: how to mount a man's butt. I
    suppose it ain't very surprising. It was Owopspec who first showed me
    how to do that with him.

       I find Caquay-mummea at my side. For some reason, I can't look into
    his eyes so I look down on him instead. His stiff pole catches my eye.
    It has a brown stain on it. Was that boy really all the way inside me? I
    turn away to watch the thirteen-year-old humping the squaw-man.

       After a while, he pushes Innuya-ohkitchis' guiding hand from his body.
    He grips the man's hips to thrust now without any help. He sets a wild
    beat. I hear the quick sucking sounds his dick makes through that slimy
    asshole. The squaw-man grunts out as if in pain. Low chuckling is heard
    behind us.

       Startled faces turn towards the door. There's a man standing there with
    a wicked grin on his face. He notices me and stares hard. I return it. The
    features of his face look strange; not typically Blackfoot or perhaps he's
    a half-breed. I'm having to lower my eyes from his which don't look human.
    He gives me the willies!

       I hear a low whisper from one of the boys. The only word I caught was
    'Eli' which was my grandfather's first name. The man turns to that youth
    with a harsh glare. Something bad must have been said of him which he
    caught. The youth lowers his frightened eyes to the ground.

       The man's attention returns to me. He strides towards me but not to
    face me. Standing sideways, he reaches down to fondle my butt. I see the
    obvious male bulge pushing out the front of his breechclout. My breath
    trembles in fear. I step out of his hand's reach and find Necklace-boy
    embracing me from behind protectively. He scolds the man who ignores him.

       To my relief, the man walks past me to where the squaw-man is getting
    mounted by Big-boy-with-small-balls. They're so involved with fucking that
    they didn't notice this man's entrance into the tipi. He makes his
    presence known when he reaches down for the boy and pulls him away from
    the squaw-man. The boy shouts in protest but it dies in his throat when
    seeing who'd done it. There's fear in the youth's eyes; not for getting
    caught in a naked act by an adult but for the man himself.

       "Eli Kie..." whispers Big-boy-with-small-balls.

       Is that the man's name? It doesn't sound Indian to me. The boy scoots
    his butt over the dirt floor to get away from the man who'd lifted his
    right foot as if to kick him. Perhaps the squaw-man is Eli Kie's wife or
    something. The man unties his breechclout, drops to his knees behind the
    squaw-man and sticks in. I know that from the way the squaw-man cried out
    in pain from penetration. Eli Kie must have a big cock.

       A fierce mounting follows. The boys crowd around me as we watch it.
    Eli Kie's big butt flexes quickly when driving his cock into the butt
    before him. The squaw-man grunts with each of the man's thrusts. They
    sound painful; not the joyful cries of a woman's pleasure. Bad feelings
    seize my heart. What I'm watching looks more like a brutal rape than
    Indian love.

       I turn for the door. After pushing aside the hide flap, I exit and
    gasp for air. A small pain throbs in my butt. My front flap brushes
    wetly across my right thigh. So many thoughts spin around in my head. I
    shouldn't have allowed that boy to stick into my butt! What rumors will
    be spread about me because of it? I fall to a clump of grass when my head
    becomes faint.

       I don't have a noble heart. Neither do the Indian boys inside that
    lodge. I don't want to be a part of what they're doing. It's lustful
    and wrong. My thoughts turn to Owopspec. He has a good heart and
    wouldn't approve of what those boys do. I'm sure that he wouldn't have
    given his butt to them like that squaw-man!

       I'm suddenly very tired. A lot has happened to me on my first day
    as an Indian. Some friendships have been made and I've done lots of fun
    things with the naked boys. Although it was mainly for pleasure, it
    wasn't all in lust. I feel a kind of love for Breechclout-boy and his
    younger friend, Caquay-mummea who wears the beaded necklace.

       The squaw-man only wanted to feel my dick in him. I felt a similar
    lust to have my butt hole taken. Only that one youth succeeded. Briefly.
    That pleasure should only go to my brave.

       Owopspec gives me more than sexual relief and pleasure. His spirit
    is becoming one with mine. I'm his boy to be taught things as if I were
    a real son. I saw his great need to be like a father to me, and unlike
    a parent's care and devotion, my brave can embrace me with total love.

       There are loud wails coming from the lodge. More like painful shrieks.
    I cover my ears but they echo inside my head like thunder. My eyes shut
    tight. A darkness takes me...

       Thunder crashes around me. A man's dark form is revealed briefly by the
    flashes of lightning. It's Eli Kie. He's chanting harshly while dancing in
    the night. His left hand points upwards while his right hand forms a hole.
    Then he brings his hands together, pointing finger stabbing through the
    other hand's opening in a gesture of a cock in butt hole. This man
    relishes the night and worships its encompassing Darkness whom he sings
    to. It's an evil rite that he performs. His cock seeks a new victim.

       I'm startled awake by a hand on my shoulder. My strange dream is fading
    but I remember with dread that an evil man was after me. A sharp pain
    comes from my butt. I'm squirming over the ground to find a more
    comfortable position to sit. Caquay-mummea is squatting at my side. He
    gives me a troubled look in his eyes. I feign a grin to put him at ease.

       His small hand reaches for my knee and rubs over it while his face
    shows curiosity. He doesn't understand what troubles my heart. I express
    what I'm feeling by pointing back at the lodge while expressing shame on
    my face. I shake my head violently. The youth simply shrugs his shoulders.

       I sigh. Well, he is a young boy and has much to learn about love. He
    surely didn't see any inside that man's lodge.

       I reach out to the boy's shoulders and rub over them to show him my
    deep affection. My smile tries to get him to smile. I want Caquay-mummea
    to know my friendship and how it's like a small love. That is a worthy
    feeling to have.

       The little boy smiles back. He pats my shoulder to show me that
    we're friends. I lay my hand over his to keep our special moment for a
    while longer. Inside, a high-pitched cry and giggling announces lust's
    latest achievement. I know it's a human thing. Love needs to temper it
    though, just as Owopspec kept from raping my butt because of his love
    for me.

       A woman's shrill cry chases all the boys out of the lodge. They
    spring past me with grinning faces which I answer with a frown. I then
    rise up slowly to join the running youths.

       I run to catch up with the Indian boys. I look back at the lodge every
    so often. It seems sad in a way for that man. He chose to live a squaw's
    life at the camp's edge. Men come there to satisfy their lust. Isn't there
    a brave who will take the squaw-man for a lover? I recall his age and ugly
    face. Not now, I suppose. This must make him lonely enough to offer
    warriors and mere boys a shadowy face of love.

       The boys take me away from camp. Their voices exchange excited words
    while their hands gesture obscene things. My butt gets slapped often. I
    shout to be left alone.

       My thoughts turn deep. Was it a good decision to run off with Owopspec?
    I cringe inside to be considering such a notion but the consequences keep
    haunting me. Many difficulties lie ahead. So far, only good things have
    happened. I've left behind my old life. What does the future hold for me?

       I'm finding out lots of things from the Indian boys. Not all of them
    good. There are troubles and problems even amongst the Blackfoot. I saw
    the bitter loneliness of that squaw-man. Life can be difficult here too.

       I suppose that I'm mostly afraid of what will happen between the
    soldiers and the Indians. I don't want to be in the middle of it! Yet
    by staying, I'm angering the major. He may never allow me to return to
    the fort should ever I want to leave the Blackfoot and my brave! I'm
    really stuck here.

       My Indian friends try gaining my attention by performing some
    cart-wheels for me. I gladly join them. My dark thoughts are tossed
    away like an unwanted chore.

       Innuya-ohkitchis points out riders crossing the river. My friends
    quickly drop to the ground. Could these be enemies of the Blackfoot or
    worse, soldiers from the fort? We peer through the tall grass as they
    descend on the Indian camp.

       Eight horsemen gallop towards the tipis. I peer out from our hiding
    place to see who they are. Most of the men have head feathers sprouting
    from their dark hair. With bare chests and scanty attire, I can see that
    they're Indians. Relief fills me.

       My young friends rise from the ground. Their faces are bright and
    without fear. It seems that these riders are welcomed by our tribe. We
    eagerly run to meet them.

       The Indian village stirs with life. Women rise from their work mats.
    Blackfoot warriors and braves rush to the visiting Indians and surround
    them. The horsemen dismount. I follow my friends past the curious women
    until we stand with the men of our tribe. My eyes spot a familiar face.

       It's Owopspec! I run to my brave with great joy. We embrace. My
    heart pounds from being in the man's strong arms. His body is hot and
    sweaty around me. I'm so happy to see him!

       My love swells inside me. I ignore everyone around us to keep our
    tender embrace. My brave shudders from my small kiss to his breast. He
    smells good. Oh, how I love this man! Our sweet moment ends when a
    familiar voice addresses me.

       "Christopher..."

       I fearfully turn to the trader while clinging to my brave's warmth
    for safely. My heart fills with dread.

       "Chris, I've come to take yah back with me."

       "NO!" I find myself shouting back. Mister Telson's angry eyes dig
    right into me. I meet his cold stare with my fear turning to great
    anger. Here stands this terrible man; the very man whom I first loved
    and was betrayed by. He has come to ruin my life again.

       "You will come with me boy!" the trader commands with a steady
    voice. "I'm takin' yah away from these savages to the safety of your
    own kind."

       "I won't go with you!" Only silence answers my bold reply. The
    trader's eyes narrow from deep thought. He turns from me to gesture
    something to the old man who I had met this morning. The chief nods his
    head and answers back with low words and a hand signal. Owopspec's arms
    loosen around me.

       I cling to my brave. My eyes seek out his to read his intent. Is he
    allowing the trader to take me back to Fort Union?! Unwanted tears blur
    my sight.

       "Krist-o-fer, ne stoa pinnan jeh ah-eene!" the brave reminds his boy.

       I blink away my tears to read his proud face. Great love. That's
    what I see in him. His arms hold me close. I face the trader with
    Owopspec's strength behind me.

       Warriors lead their horses past us to be followed by the women and
    shouting boys. Only the three of us remain. Owopspec is silent. I peer
    into Mr. Telson's smoldering eyes while finding vile words to drive him
    away but he turns from me to follow the warriors. His horse, laden
    with a half-dozen buffalo hides passes by like an ill portent. His
    intent is to trade me back it seems.

       We watch him disappear amongst the tipis. I turn to my lover with a
    weary smile. He grabs the reins of a spotted bay beside him and starts
    to walk away. I leap to his side. What is he thinking about? His fierce
    expression hides his thoughts even from me.

       The brave takes me deeper into camp. We soon come to a warrior
    standing before a lodge. He greets my brave; I'm ignored. The bay
    horse is given to this man with much ceremony. I suppose that Owopspec
    is thanking him for the loan of the horse.

       A boy runs up to my brave and holds him. I smile at the familiar
    face. He's the good friend of Necklace-boy and I hope, mine.
    Breechclout-boy's eyes light up at seeing me.

       I notice Owopspec's eyes lighting up as well. My heart suddenly pains
    me; envy? The warrior speaks a few low words then walks away with his
    bay horse. Breechclout-boy remains outside to speak with my brave.

       Of all the times that I've heard Indian-talk, this moment has me
    wishing that I knew some! I try hard to follow their conversation.
    There's something going on here between them. I sense it. Owopspec's
    face reveals those same dear emotions he has when in my arms.

       When the boy embraces Owopspec, I fill with great anger. Especially
    when the man holds him close. Little boy hands wander down the brave's
    back to hold his butt. The youth giggles when he rubs over my lover
    there.

       Owopspec speaks a soft word that sends the boy running away like a
    happy cock. I glare at my brave with mean eyes. He replies with a plain
    face. I show him my pain, hoping that he'll at least assure me with a
    hug since we can't talk. The man turns away as if nothing has happened.

       Tears fill my eyes. I wipe them away to hide my embarrassment. A
    great hurt fills my heart while bad thoughts churn inside my head. I
    know they're unworthy yet I can't seem to stop them. I watch my brave
    walk further away.

       I don't follow him. Instead, I run towards the river with my pain.
    My heart and my head are waging a battle inside me. I race against
    myself over the grassy plains. I can't stop the terrible pain! When I
    reach the river, I drop on its bank and sob.

       Stormy thoughts spring up in me like a great flood. Bad thoughts. I
    keep replaying the boy's embrace with my brave. Is he Owopspec's other
    lover? I saw how the youth's naughty hands had felt over my brave's
    body. I begin a daydream of that I fear most.

       It's night time in the Blackfoot camp. Owopspec rides in upon his
    white horse after a long hunt. He has killed a fine deer, an elk, or
    something. He dismounts wearily before his lodge. He tasks himself with
    cutting up the dark meat. He's alone for the moment.

       An Indian boy enters. The brave's face lights up from the great
    love he has for this youth. They embrace. Breechclout-boy is hungry so
    Owopspec hands him some venison to eat. Young eyes beam up at his brave
    with pride.

       Owopspec answers the boy with loving glances. Since both know
    Indian-talk, they can speak of many things unlike my clumsy hand signs.
    How I wish that I were an Indian! The boy speaks his heart to the
    brave. The man answers back with what's in his heart. They soon finish
    eating and prepare to satisfy their other hunger.

       The boy springs into the brave's lap. They don't kiss because savages
    don't know how to yet they show each other love by rubbing warm hands
    over each other's naked bodies. Owopspec's butt gets felt over especially
    by the hopeful youth. His desire to make Indian love with the man.

       The brave turns over to get onto his stomach. He lays over his
    buffalo mat and waits. The happy boy scoots over him and slaps the
    offered butt. Owopspec opens himself back there, signaling his
    readiness to be taken.

       The youth eagerly mounts him. His little erection slides into the
    man hole as it has many times in past evenings. Small arms grip the
    brave's shoulders to begin a rhythm of thrustings. Owopspec simply
    rests his head over crossed arms like a submissive squaw.

       I walk in on them. Owopspec's face fills with surprise at how he
    could have forgotten about me. The boy continues to use his butt hole
    while ignoring my menacing glances.

       I shout out my anger and betrayal. The brave remains unmoving until
    the boy cums in him; a high-pitched cry and quick butt humping announcing
    the youth's ending pleasure. He rests briefly over the man's sweaty back.
    My hateful eyes glare down on them both!

       The boy rises from Owopspec with his face filled with sexual relief.
    He smiles slyly at me, unknowing of my anger. He even points down at
    what the brave offers me. The man's legs spread over the buffalo skin.
    His opening cheeks beckon for me to take my turn fucking him. I feel
    deep urgings in my loins but my heart screams a reminder of his
    betrayal. I run out of their lodge with my terrible pain.

       I hear pursuing footsteps but ignore them. My feet tear up the
    ground as they take me towards the wide river so I can be alone. Just
    like what I'm doing now. My follower sits close beside me. I turn to see
    that it's not Owopspec but his boy lover.

       Great anger and jealousy consume me! I strike the Indian boy with
    hateful fists while shouting foul words. He covers his head with small
    arms. I punch his unguarded chest and stomach many times. I want to
    kill him!

       My terrible daydream ends. I look down into my muddy hands, at the
    torn grass roots my anger has fetched. I've struck the bank as if it
    were that boy. Breaths race through me as I try to calm myself. Would I
    really have struck out at him?

       Shame fills my heart. It hurts me to see how my jealousy and anger
    could have caused that Indian boy harm. All hope for a friendship between
    us gone. If this were actually happening, I'd end my unthinking blows to
    hold him close. I'd comfort his quaking body from my meaner self.

       My eyes fill with more tears. I'm so mixed up by what's happening
    inside me. I love Owopspec while feeling something for that breech-clad
    boy as well. Are they lovers? What about me?! I quickly wipe an arm
    across my face. I don't want anyone to see my weakness.

       What if my fears turn out to be true? Will I be able to prevent
    myself from striking out at that boy in anger? That's no way to act. It
    was nice making love to him this morning. If he can embrace me with
    that need, why not with my brave as well? I shake my head at the
    thought of it. My brave's love should only be for me!

       I drop my head in defeat. That's the old way of thinking. I must
    accept new things; new Indian ways. A hard thing for me to do though.
    How is it that I can feel love for both a man and a boy?

       A horse's snort turns my head around. I spot a dark horse behind me.
    The trader's horse! There aren't any buffalo skins over its back, I
    notice.

       I'm suddenly grabbed from behind. The trader is kidnapping me! I
    call out for help but his strong hands pin my arms and cover my mouth.
    He starts dragging me towards his horse.

       I struggle against being taken as his boy. In those cruel eyes I saw
    another reason for him grabbing me. A lusty reason. My legs thrash
    about as I try wiggling out of the man's embrace. He climbs the bank
    with me as fast as he can. He knows what the Indians would do to him
    for his treachery!

       Where are my Indian friends when I need them?! The trader laughs
    behind me. I bite the man's fingers clasped over my mouth and hear him
    howl out. He frees my mouth for an instant. I shout out to my brave to
    save me!

       The trader slaps my head hard. I feel faint but continue shouting
    for help. He covers my mouth again. Someone should have heard me. I
    continue to struggle with the man.

       The trader's right arm weakens so I push on him there to break
    free. He aims another blow at my head. It lands with a loud crack. I
    hurt something fierce! A darkness takes me... and I fall.

       My eyes fill with the blinding light of the noon sun. My head
    explodes with pain. My naked body runs with sweat. Below me, I hear
    faint laughter. I look away from the blinding sun to find myself
    standing on a guard's high platform. A young soldier, Mr. Brennan,
    climbs up a ladder to greet me. I'm without my pants. He eyes my butt
    lustfully.

       I peer down at my front flap and remember. I'm partly covered by an
    Indian breechclout. My rear end is bared. It excites me to stand
    exposed before this young man. I want to be given Indian love! A
    telling bulge fills the handsome soldier's pant in his desire for me.

       I turn from the young soldier and bend over. Neat tingles fill my
    dick when the man peeks at my asshole. His hungry hands part my
    cheeks. My stomach feels like it has a rock in it. I stare at the
    distant forest while waiting for the man to fill my ass with his hard
    cock. Our mating will be a good one.

       I spy a lone horseman riding towards us from the river. So far away;
    who can it be? A mean laugh turns my head around. The young soldier
    turns into the trader! He drops his pants and aims his stiff cock into
    my butt. I cry out in pain.

       A painted Indian brave climbs the fort's wall. He aims his tomahawk
    at Mister Telson and prepares to throw it. My captor runs away. The
    fierce brave sheathes the weapon on his belt thong. I'm carried down
    the fort's wall to freedom.

       The Indian brave puts me on his horse and we escape into the deep
    forest. We travel all day before crossing a river and into his Indian
    camp. My young friends greet me. I'm safe again.

       Indian boys surround us. I bend over and allow a youth to fuck my
    butt. Breechclout-boy embraces my brave from behind and mounts him. We
    both moan out in pleasure.

       I peer down at my hips. It's small hands that clutch me there. I
    turn my head to see Necklace-boy's smile for making Indian love to me.
    My brave nods his approval.

       I look at the clothed youth behind Owopspec; it's the handsome
    Breechclout-boy holding my brave close to him in a mating embrace.
    Their bodies together and one. The boy's ending cries fill me with
    happiness. I know of their love and have come to accept it.

       The youth in my butt achieves his ending. A dry thrill. I turn from
    him to offer myself to Owopspec. The brave gladly embraces our need. We
    join in Indian love, my handsome man riding my body and filling me. The
    Indian youths smile from seeing the beauty of our love.

       I awaken to the sounds of crickets. It's a gentle sound to soothe my
    throbbing head. Have I fallen down? My limbs are too weak to raise me
    from the ground. I lay for a while longer until a thirst pains me.

       "Water... I need some water," I mutter through my dry mouth. Someone
    lifts my head. Great pain crashes inside me! I cry out a long howl.
    Each heartbeat fills my head with pain.

       I feel cool water in my mouth and swallow it greedily. I'm given
    another mouthful but no more. A whinnying calls out to me. I glance
    towards the sound to see if it's the brave's white horse, Cogue-ahtose,
    but I can't make anything out.

       My eyes are open but I can't see for some reason. Then I remember the
    crickets and feel the coolness of the air. Perhaps it's night already. I
    wonder where we are? Why doesn't Owopspec take me back to the safety of
    his tipi? Am I to sleep alone and outside his Indian camp again? My
    eyelids become heavy. I gladly embrace the silent peace that sleep
    offers me. It's healing darkness...

       I awaken to a heavy warmth above me; sweet kisses on my neck. Strong
    arms grip my shoulders and surge. I feel a sensation of fullness and
    discomfort in my butt. When I lift my head from the ground, sharp pains
    behind my eyes make me gasp. I take in quick breaths to keep from
    fainting again.

       The soft fur below reminds me of Owopspec's buffalo skin mat. A
    horse snorts at my side. I must be inside the brave's lodge;
    Cogue-ahtose is reined up outside. I'm filled with great happiness to
    be embraced by my lover's surging body. A dull pain in my head begs me
    to rest some more.

       I don't want sleep! Owopspec lays over my body to make Indian love
    to me. I want to be a part of his need; to accept his loving sperm.
    That's what the brave has always wanted to give me. I want his Indian
    love so I open my butt even more to his savage thrusts. My body is given
    to pleasure the man's.

       The painful rhythm increases. I feel Owopspec's length pushing
    inside me and touch something thrilling within. I rub my growing
    erection over the soft fur for my own pleasure. I make love to it as my
    brave makes love above me. A loud breath over my neck becomes a man's
    satisfying moan.

       "It felt good... Indian love," a voice whispers. "Kinda like I
    imagined it would, Chris. Have many of them savages stuck in you?"

       My foggy mind realizes the wrongness of his words. I can understand
    them! This isn't my Indian brave but that terrible man! It's the trader
    who's raped my butt!!

       I shout out my betrayal. Tears fill my eyes as I cry out my anger
    and frustration. How I hate him! I'm answered by a terrible pain in my
    head. I bury my face in the soft furs to still them. My head pounds
    like a slow war drum: dum Dum DUM.

       The man's weight eases from my back. I can breathe easier now.
    Fingers rub through my hair while his soft voice speaks words of love.
    I shudder at the sickening feeling inside me. Lust was forced upon me;
    it fills my insides. I hate the trader for what he has done!

       Sharp pains in my head increase when I try getting up. I'm trying to
    free my butt hole from the man's throbbing manhood. He lays heavily over
    me to still my struggling. I'm forced down over the buffalo hide. I
    gasp for air. A terrible pain in my head drowns me in darkness...

       The sky is a painful, angry red. In all directions are wooden walls
    blocking my freedom. Fort walls. I try finding the main gate or a
    soldier who can lead me out but I seem to be the only one here.

       I approach an enormous wood pile just begging to be chopped. In my
    hand is a heavy tomahawk. Wearily, I begin my chore here. A log props
    up before me, the trader's head. I eagerly raise my Indian weapon to
    split him!

       Mister Telson begs me not to kill him but I strike down with all of
    my anger. I whoop out like an Indian savage after my blade connects. The
    trader cries out when his blood splashes over me like water. I look down
    at myself to see my body covered in green. Strange body paint.

       A sharp whistle draws my attention. I toss my tomahawk onto a
    barrel to find out what it is. Two more whistles lead me to the wide
    river. On it is a marvelous ship! The smiling lieutenant on board waves
    for me to approach.

       I go to him with much suspicion. His friendly hands draw me closer
    and closer to him. I step onto the wooden plank and start walking across
    it. From behind, a familiar voice calls out my name. I turn to him.

       A fierce Indian brave sits upon a white steed. His dark skin
    contrasts with that of his horse. The man's dark eyes peer into mine
    with a deep love. He's the most handsome man that I have ever seen!

       I'm about to ask who he is when suddenly, the lieutenant pulls me on
    board. He kicks the plank away and commands the ship to sail away.
    Three whistles answer him.

       The fort becomes smaller and smaller. I feel the strength of the
    ship pushing us down stream. Water giggles and splashes over the paddle
    wheel. My heart fills with great sadness. Why am I so sad, I wonder? Am
    I not glad to leave the empty fort behind? St. Louis awaits me.

       My heart fills with hope when I spy that Indian brave riding towards
    us. He gallops over the water as if it were dry land. My heart calls
    out to him. I want the love this strange savage is bringing me.

       The angry lieutenant comes to my side with a gun. He loads it while
    shouting out orders to his men. Many guns load with powder and ball.
    They point them towards the fearless Indian brave. Doesn't he realize
    his danger?!

       I shout for the Indian to turn away but he continues to gallop
    towards us on his white horse, Cogue-ahtose. My eyes widen with
    recognition. This is Owopspec who comes to rescue me! The lieutenant
    orders his men to take aim and fire.

       I jump into the river while shouting for the soldiers to shoot at me
    instead. Several explosions fill my head with terrible pain. I lose my
    breath. A blackness takes me. It smothers me. I know that I'm dying...

       My Pa rises from the muddy depths. I use the ticking of his pocket
    watch to join him there, to find death. His drowned face, sickly pale,
    mocks me for visiting him. He would rather have me live. He knows that
    love waits for me above so his bony hand lifts me up towards life.

       Another hand, warm and of flesh pulls me onto land. Owopspec brings
    me to his chest like a lost son. I want to hold him back but find my
    limbs weak and unresponsive. My brave cries bitter tears over me.

       "I'm not dead!" I try shouting. Only a bubbling sound comes from me.
    My mouth is full of water. A darkness fills my eyes... I can't breathe!
    Death comes for me but I want to live!

       I use all of my remaining strength to bite the brave's heaving chest.
    Owopspec sees that I'm alive. He ends his crying to rally himself for
    one last desperate act. I'm thrown to the ground on my stomach. My back
    gets pressed on hard, forcing water from my lungs. I'm brought into his
    arms again. He kisses me with life's breath which I take into my very
    being. I feel my Pa smiling at me from under the river.

       I gasp. My lover's hands rub over my back to warm me as I stir with
    life. Over my shoulders, I hear his Indian words strained by deep
    emotion. Owopspec cries happy tears. I try to embrace my man but can
    only manage to reach to his waist. My aching head rests on his breast.

       Around us, frogs sing their throaty songs. It must be evening
    already. I peer through the darkness. Some lights are sitting above
    the water in the distance. A loud whistle pierces the night. My eyes
    widen with a revelation. That's the paddle ship from my dream! Owopspec
    takes me away in a fearful rush.

       My head erupts with pain. Water filled coughs erupt from me without
    stopping. I lean against my brave when I begin to faint. His hands aren't
    strong enough to hold back the darkness. My eyes fill with the night.

       I'm pulled onto the back of a white winged horse. My Indian lover
    holds me in his lap and shouts for Cogue-ahtose to fly. We leap up from
    the earth and speed into night's sky. The stars smile on us. Wind
    rushes through my hair while telling me strange secrets. I've never
    felt happier in my life than from this magical moment with my brave.

       I awaken to a coolness felt over my nakedness. Tall shapes pass by
    as I'm being carried through the Indian camp at night. When lifting my
    eyes, love bursts in my heart to see that it's Owopspec holding me! I
    pull myself up along his chest to give him a kiss. The man responds.
    Lovingly.

       My head doesn't pain me as I'd suddenly feared. The trader's painful
    blows have left me like a broken curse. I could probably stand on my own
    two feet but I relish having Owopspec carry me in his arms to our tipi.

       After a long walk through camp, I am set down on my feet so we can
    enter his tipi. It's lit up like a jack-o-lantern from within, likely
    from the light of a campfire. A thought strikes me. Is Breechclout-boy
    waiting for his brave within?

       To my relief, the tipi is empty. A low fire is burning in its center.
    I wearily drop to a mat beside it, reaching out to its warmth with my
    hands. My body is much chilled from the night. Owopspec kneels at my side
    while rubbing his hands. From the cold or for having carrying me a long
    distance? The fire lights up his fierce face: red painted lines which
    have become smeared and chaotic. I still recognize a smile on his lips
    for me. My answering smiles turns to a worried frown. My brave has a
    bloodied cloth around his left arm. One of the soldiers must have hit him
    with a bullet. No. That was only a dream!

       Questions burst inside me. How did Owopspec get me away from Mr.
    Telson and if that was at the fort, how did we escape the soldiers? My
    mouth opens then closes. My Indian brave wouldn't understand my words.
    I've really got to learn how to speak Blackfoot!

       Owopspec notices my dismay. He squats closer to me with open,
    reluctant arms. His face reveals love mixed with deep worry. I peer into
    his dark face and smile. He should know that I'm still his. My arms reach
    around him and squeeze hard to assure him. I'm content in his warmth.
    Fierce kisses start sucking on my neck. I feel his hunger to make love.

       I reach down to his thong belt and untie it. The scanty cloth falls
    away from his lean body. While I'm eyeing his nakedness, a hunger fills
    his eyes for my body. It excites me to have my nakedness revealed to the
    Indian brave.

       When I'm leaning over to give my dear brave a kiss, his eyes look past
    me to the tipi door. I turn my head in a rush. A boy is standing there
    who gives me shy eyes when I glare into his for intruding on us. Owopspec
    speaks some low words and Breechclout-boy answers in his piping voice.
    The only Indian word I understood from him was 'Cogue-ahtose' which is
    the name of my brave's horse.

       I notice something in the boy's hand. With reluctant steps towards me,
    I'm given a soggy pair of pants. They're blue in color like the soldiers
    wear at the fort. I'm shaking my head because these aren't mine... A
    flash of memory returns to me.

       I was laying over a cot with my head hurting something fierce. My eyes
    saw everything as a blur. Voices. I recognized Lieutenant Rickson's who
    spoke to another man. Anger had filled me when I realized who that was -
    Mr. Telson! My mouth opened to accuse the trader of having raped me but
    I passed out from the pain. When I came to, the men had gone. My head
    still ached which made the room sway back and forth. No. The swaying came
    from being on a boat. I could feel the rolling motion through my back.

       When I sat up in a rush, my hope to escape was dashed. Pain crashed in
    my head which forced me to lay back down. That's when I noticed the white
    shirt and soldier's pants covering my body. Where was my deerskin flap?

       That's all I can remember other than my weird dream. My eyes fall on
    Owopspec's bandaged left arm. I grow wide in the eyes. Maybe my brave
    had taken a bullet when rescuing me from the steamship! Love bursts in my
    heart for my Indian brave. He'd risked life and limb to win me back from
    the soldiers so I can be with him. The steamship is on its way to St.
    Louis without me. I'm never gonna return to my old life.

       The soggy blue pants in my hand is dropped to the tipi floor. At the
    doorway, I see the backside of Breechclout-boy when he runs out. I won't
    wear these pants even after they're dried but ask for another deerskin
    flap to cover the front of me. My butt will remain bared like my brave's.

       A sharp thrill runs down my dick and into my asshole at the thought of
    giving myself to Owopspec in Indian love. When I peer into his dark eyes,
    my lusty grin is returned. He scoots close at my side. Wets his lips. I
    eagerly give my brave the kiss that he wants. It's wonderful! I'm left
    gasping for breath that makes my lungs hurt. A harsh cough comes out of
    me, ruining this tender moment.

       Owopspec reveals concern in his eyes. He lowers me onto my back while
    I suppress another cough. In my dream, I'd nearly drowned after diving
    into the river to escape from the steamship. Owopspec had pushed on my
    back to get the water out of my lungs. That must have really happened!

       A few easy breaths are taken. My coughing spell has passed. To set my
    brave at ease, I reach down to pull over my limp dick with a sly grin.
    He takes hold of his cock. When they grow big, wonderful love making will
    follow! I wet my lips and Owopspec leans his head over to give me the
    kiss I want. He cradles my head in his right arm.

       Our lips move gently against each other which reveals the love in our
    hearts. Indians don't know about kissing so I'm glad that I've taught
    this brave how wonderful it can be! He's taught me Indian love. It's a
    wonderful act between two males to join their bodies. Owopspec has given
    me his butt to sperm into a few times and soon, I'll feel his cock
    inside my butt to fill it with his wet love. How much I want that!

       Our kissing has grown frantic with tongues taking turns in each
    other's mouths. My dick stiffens in my hand. I reach over for Owopspec's
    cock and feel how long and hard it is. Will it fit in my asshole? I'm
    only a boy with a few more years of growth while his body is that of a
    man's - big and strong. Would the brave's utter lust force me to get
    raped like that trader had done to me? I cast that unworthy thought away.

       Owopspec has stopped kissing me. I peer into his eyes and see them
    aflame with lust that's tempered by his love for me. He wouldn't rape me.
    I offer myself to this brave in any way that he wants. My fingers pull on
    his silky foreskin that gets his knob popping out. I feel its oozing
    against my palm. Before I lose my nerve, I'm turning onto my stomach.

      A strong hand feels over my butt and my cheeks tighten from fear. I'm
    scolding myself. Owopspec might think that I don't want him to give me
    Indian love. Is it gonna hurt a lot? That's how it felt when Mr. Telson
    raped me. He forced himself upon me though I resisted. Maybe that's why
    it'd been so painful. This brave has a good heart. I know that he'll take
    me gently and I'll endure whatever happens. It might even feel good. He
    sure enjoys feeling my dick stabbing into his butt. I'd want Owopspec to
    act as a man with me instead of a submissive squaw to my sexual needs.

       Owopspec's strong hand runs up my back. It's joined by his right hand
    in their offer of a massage. I release a moan of pleasure and feel a
    sense of relief that he's not gonna be laying over my back yet. He scoots
    onto my butt. I'm humping mine to show him that I mean to offer it to
    him. A trembling breath escapes the man's mouth. That's his lust for me.
    He continues to massage me which gets my tense body to relax. I close my
    eyes in deep contentment.

       I awaken from my light sleep. Owopspec grasps my left butt cheek and
    runs his fingers along my balls to grasp my dick beneath me. It has grown
    limp. He pulls over it to excite the front part of my body but that's not
    necessary if I'm gonna be playing the squaw for my Indian brave. I spread
    my legs apart and hump my ass. He gets my meaning. Both his hands fondle
    my cheeks and there's a cooling sensation felt from my hole when he peeks
    into my opening butt. An excitement fills me. I'm about to be given
    Indian love!

       Owopspec's hands over my cheeks are replaced by kisses. He hungrily
    mouths my butt and I startle some at his bites. Yet they feel good. I
    hear the man's lust in his heavy breathing. When his tongue explores into
    my crack, I lift my butt up. Something warm and wiggly fills my asshole.
    Wow. What a lusty sensation!

       After a few more deep licks into my hole, Owopspec pulls back to take
    some breaths. I hear the man's lust singing in them. Then he dives back
    into my butt with his tongue. His strong hands keep my cheeks apart. I'm
    squirming over the ground mat from the tremendous sensation! If a tongue
    feels this good in my asshole, his cock filling it will be even better.
    This last thought is shattered when I feel pain. Owopspec is trying to
    stick his finger into my hole. Ouch!

       My cheeks tense up. Owopspec massages my butt and I slowly relax
    though a worry strangles my heart. If his finger caused me pain, fitting
    his big cock into my asshole will be an agony! Maybe I am too young for
    Indian love - taking it, I mean. This brave has an experienced butt. I
    know that other men and boys like Breechclout-boy have broken him in.
    I've only been fucked by a little boy in that squaw-man's lodge and I
    endured Mr. Telson's rape. No matter how careful Owopspec is to stick his
    cock in me, it's gonna hurt bad.

       Owopspec returns to kissing my butt. When he tries pulling my cheeks
    apart, I spread my legs and surrender myself to what will happen. He's
    given me his butt so I owe him this pleasure. My teeth grind together in
    anger at this stupid thought. It's from my love for this Indian brave
    that I offer myself to him! We're not just trading sexual acts. That's
    all Mr. Telson had offered me at the fort coming from our lust.

       Tears sting my eyes. Owopspec has proven his love for me! Had he not
    whisked me out the fort's prison gate to be with him? He'd rescued me
    from Mr. Telson and the steamboat that was taking me back to my old life.
    This is my new life amongst the Blackfoot and I'm gonna be with my Indian
    brave as his lover. I want to be here more than anything!

       Owopspec is tonguing into my hole again. I surrender to that thrilling
    sensation and try not thinking about when his cock sticks inside. He
    pulls back to take breaths. I tense up when he fingers my asshole. It's
    become slippery from the man's spit put in me but that only helps a
    little. A resolve fills me. I'm gonna endure whatever happens to make a
    man out of my brave!

       I wince in pain when Owopspec tries sticking his cock in me. A harsh
    cough erupts from me. Then I'm groaning out in pain! The man drops onto
    his side next to me with concern on his face. I wiggle my butt for him to
    try again. He sadly shakes his head.

       Love bursts in my heart that he's denying himself for my sake. Yet
    sadness fills me, too. If I can't take Indian love, what other things
    will I fail to learn? I'll always be set apart from the Blackfoot. A dumb
    white boy who'll never become a part of their tribe. Anger fills me. I'm
    not trying hard enough! I turn onto my side and press my butt onto the
    man's hard cock.

       Owopspec reaches his left arm around me and grasps my chest. I stick
    my butt up against his cock, trying to slip it between my cheeks so he
    can make love to me. The man buries his face into my neck. Unmoving. The
    one time that I really want to get my butt 'raped', he won't do it.

       Movement by the tipi doorway attracts my attention. A boy's face is
    seen between the hanging hide and the door post. It's Breechclout-boy who
    spies on us. I give him a weary grin. He pulls the door hide aside and
    meekly enters. Owopspec notices his presence and speaks to him. I hear
    Cogue-ahtose spoken a few times so I'm figuring that Breechclout-boy was
    tending to his horse.

       There's an obvious male bulge pushing up the boy's front flap. He must
    have been at the doorway watching us for a while. I know that this boy
    lusts for my butt. An idea strikes me.

       With my left hand, I reach for Breechclout-boy's front flap and pull
    it from his thong belt. A long skinny pole is revealed. The boy looks
    down at himself with pride. His is not a man's huge size but I'm sure
    he's learned how to give Indian love, probably every night with my brave.
    A twinge of jealousy squeezes my heart but I cast it aside.

       Breechclout-boy starts pulling over his dick. That gets his knob
    popping in and out with a sucking sound. It's oozing from sexual
    excitement. A sharp thrill goes through my hole. Would Owopspec agree
    with my plan to get my butt broken in before his use of it? I turn to my
    brave and ask him.

       My mouth opens then closes. Owopspec wouldn't understand my words. I
    lift my hands for gesturing. While pointing back at Breechclout-boy, my
    fingers form a hole. I bring my right hand back to my left to stick that
    finger inside it in a gesture that he understands. The man looks past me
    to the boy and says something. Breechclout-boy touches my butt in reply.
    My brave gives me a fierce look of love in his eyes.

       With a trembling breath, I turn onto my stomach. Breechclout-boy is
    quick to sit over my legs. I spread mine. His erection aims between my
    cheeks and he tries sticking in. I'm gasping in pain. After a scolding
    word is given the boy from Owopspec, he's more slow with penetrating my
    asshole. I try relaxing myself back there.

       A sense of fullness is felt in my butt when our bodies come together.
    Breechclout-boy remains on his knees. He grasps my sides but doesn't
    begin his stabs in my butt yet. Owopspec lays down beside me. I try
    hiding the pain in my eyes but he knows. He wets his lips, brings his
    face to mine and we kiss. I drink of his love for me. I'm losing myself
    in our kisses when a painful sensation is felt from my butt.
    Breechclout-boy is giving me Indian love. No. I tell myself that the boy
    is only going through the motions since there's no love between us. Well.
    There is a friendship. He's gonna break in my ass for Owopspec. When my
    brave mounts me, that'll truly be a loving act.

       We return to our sweet kisses. Owopspec grasps the back of my head
    when our mouths become frantic. I wish that I could hold my brave back
    but I'm on my belly, arms forward along the ground. I've surrendered
    myself to the boy's sexual needs. His painful pounding in my butt lessens
    to be replaced by a strange sensation. It's a kind of tickly thrill I'm
    feeling deep in my hole. Not that this boy's dick has much reach in me
    but his stabs are feeling good. I'm given some guilt because of it.

       I lose myself in Owopspec's kisses. Our tongues dart wildly into each
    other's mouths which we take turns sucking on. This man is loving me! I
    realize that we don't have to perform Indian love to prove that it's so.
    There are other ways to make love. Our kisses, belly rubbing, and other
    naked acts that pleasure our bodies while the loving feelings flow from
    our hearts achieve this. We don't even have to have sex. Just seeing that
    look in my brave's eyes for me is love. He's gonna teach me how to become
    an Indian brave. I'll ever be at his side to learn Blackfoot ways and
    what days remain to my life will be happy and fulfilling.

       I'm startled out of my joyful thoughts when Breechclout-boy cries out.
    He plunges into my ass a few more times when he squirts into me. I think
    he did even though I'm not feeling them. His hot breaths are felt over my
    back. Owopspec smiles at me though his eyes look fierce. In a moment,
    he'll be taking his turn in my butt.

       Breechclout-boy pushes on my back. I feel his dick slipping wetly from
    my asshole. He pulls my cheeks apart and says something to Owopspec. The
    man answers in a low voice that's filled with lust. They exchange places.
    The boy squats at my left side while Owopspec sits over my legs. I look
    at the youth's pole. His knob is withdrawing into its brown foreskin. He
    shakes the wetness from it.

       I'm given a deep kiss to each of my butt cheeks. My legs spread in
    want of taking Indian love from my brave. He opens my butt, and after a
    long moment looking at my hole, his face lowers so he can tongue me in
    there. My face is burning. Is the man really licking my asshole made wet
    by the boy's release?

       Breechclout-boy giggles. He shakes his wet dick at me and points to my
    mouth in a gesture that he wants me to suck it dry for him. No way! That
    would be too dirty an act to perform on a boy, especially when thinking
    where his dick has just been. Hmm. I wonder if Owopspec and him have
    sucked on each other? Do they drink the sperm? I'm both disgusted and
    excited by that notion. The Blackfoot braves may perform that sex act so
    if my brave wants me to drink from his loins, I would.

       I feel a shifting to Owopspec's weight over my legs. He directs his
    cock through my cheeks, presses onto my hole and slowly goes in. I'm
    sucking in a breath and holding it. Breechclout-boy giggles, thrusting
    forward on his knees in a gesture I understand all too well. I'm sticking
    my tongue out at him. Then I gasp in pain. The man's cock pauses from
    penetrating me further but what length he's already stuck into me hurts!
    I prepare myself for worse.

       "How ne tucka?" the brave asks in a trembling voice.

       Though I don't understand his Indian words, I sense the reason for my
    brave's hesitation to stick in further. He knows that his cock is still
    giving me pain. The boy's dick should have stretched my hole some and
    made it slippery but is that enough to fit this man's all inside me?

       The pain subsides. I show my readiness by backing my ass onto his
    cock. My lips keep a pained breath within when his manhood slips more
    deeply into me. The soldier's pants is grasped and I bury my face in it.
    I'm trying to think of all the wonderful moments I've had with Owopspec
    to keep my mind off the pain.

       More of the man's cock slips into me. It's like a spear in my innards!
    My cheeks tighten up but there's no escaping the cock in my butt. I'm
    feeling both afraid and anger at myself because I can't take Indian love.
    My brave wants to do me and I want him to give me his love seed. Why
    won't my butt let it happen?

       I hear Breechclout-boy ask something. Turning my face from the soggy
    soldier's pants, I watch his hand run along my left arm to comfort me.
    He shows understanding in his eyes at my plight. Has he given his butt to
    my brave? Somehow, my thinking is that he hasn't. His butt is covered
    with a deerskin flap. The front of him is bared from having proven his
    manhood in my butt just now. This boy's hole is too small and tight. If
    I can't take Owopspec's all, he sure as well couldn't! That gives me
    some comfort. I'd want my butt to be the first to make a 'warrior' out of
    my Indian brave.

       Breechclout-boy squeezes my hand. A fierce look comes into his eyes
    when he darts up and I lose sight of him when he walks behind us. The
    pain in my butt has subsided. There's still that uncomfortable full
    sensation in my hole like I've got to poop.

       Owopspec remains on his knees. He pushes on my butt to get his cock
    out of it. No. The man gives me a gentle stab. There's some pain but I
    can endure it. After waiting a moment, he gives me another stab that goes
    deeper through my hole. He repeats this slow fucking motion until his
    groin hair presses up against my cheeks. My brave is all the way inside
    of me!

       A long moment passes when Owopspec grips my sides without moving. I'm
    feeling some pain but ignore it. He pulls his cock out a ways. Relief
    fills me for a moment, then he's stabbing back in me. Not all the way.
    I lift my butt up to impale it completely on his cock. The man groans in
    lust while I moan in pain. My face is buried in the soldier's pants so he
    won't hear.

       I feel Owopspec's hands run up my back. He's massaging my tension away
    while our bodies remain connected but unmoving. I'm glad that he's being
    patient with giving me Indian love. My heart bursts with a greater love
    for this man because he really cares about me! I'm not just a good fuck
    that Mr. Telson got from me.

       When Owopspec's hands reaches my shoulders, I moan from the sensation.
    The man leans down to kiss the back of my head. My right ear is nibbled
    on. His kisses next come down my cheek. They feel good! I relish his
    display of love for me and I want him to feel good too. I'm reaching
    back to grab my brave's hands, pulling them forward over the soldier's
    pants to get him laying over my back. I sigh from feeling his heavy
    warmth on top of me. We're truly together now.

       I hear giggling behind us followed by a slapping sound. Owopspec's
    cock throbs in my hole which tightens around it. What is Breechclout-boy
    doing to my brave? I can't turn my head around enough to find out and
    besides, I'm being pinned down to the ground mat. More slapping follows.
    From the way Owopspec's cock if forced to stab me, I get the notion that
    the boy is spanking his butt. The brave scolds him.

       A kissing sound is heard. Not from Owopspec's mouth against my cheek
    but from behind us. Breechclout-boy is kissing the man's body and I can
    guess where. He'd seen my brave preparing my butt with kisses, small
    bites and a licking in my hole. Owopspec scolds the boy more loudly. A
    sly grin comes to my lips. The boy wants my brave's ass while he's taking
    mine. I'll play along.

       I grip Owopspec's hands and tuck them under my chin. He can't escape!
    In the next moment, I remember that I'm the one who can't escape when the
    brave begins his manly motion in me. I turn my head to rest them over his
    hands, eyes shut tight. The sensation deep in my butt is difficult to
    fathom. His cock hurts yet I'm also given a tickly thrill like the boy
    had given me. It's more intense coming from the man. Pain? or the lusty
    sensation of taking stabs? I don't know but it has me panting for breath.
    Owopspec's heated breaths blow across my neck. His hands tighten into
    fists when he stabs into my butt with an increasing pace. Oh, God! What a
    sensation. It's pain and intense thrills combined. I feel my dick getting
    really hard.

       A gasp comes from Owopspec. He pauses his thrusts in me but I sense
    the thrusts that his butt is being given by Breechclout-boy. They're
    quick and force the man's cock to stab in my butt. Wow. All three of our
    bodies are connected in Indian love!

       Owopspec moans in pleasure. He rests his face over mine while panting
    for breath. He must be feeling real good from taking stabs in his butt
    while giving my butt stabs. Breechclout-boy is a horny kid! He's already
    fucked me and now takes his turn with my brave. Our brave. I'm thinking
    that the boy was Owopspec's lover before I came to his tipi. Jealousy
    rises in me for a shameful moment. It's difficult to cast it away. A man
    should only love one at a time! No. That's what my society thinks when a
    man marries a woman and has children coming from their love. No child
    will come from Indian love. That allows Owopspec to give his butt to
    others without the need for commitment.

       My brave is committed to me in love! I've given my heart to him and
    he's given me his heart. That's what is important; not who he's having
    sex with. Yet it still feels wrong that Owopspec has two boys in his
    tipi. Maybe he only enjoys the sex with Breechclout-boy to relieve manly
    loins but with me, I satisfy the needs of his heart.

       The pounding in my ass gets frantic. Owopspec moans in lust while I'm
    groaning from the intense sensation. His cock is getting very stiff in
    me. I'm nearly crying out for him to stop it when I remember my vow to
    endure whatever happens. I dwell on how good my brave is feeling by
    taking my butt. Soon, he'll fill it with his wet love. I want that!

       My shoulders are gripped. Owopspec lifts his head from mine and he
    grunts out after each held breath. He is close to fulfilling himself as a
    man. Behind us, I hear the boy's high-pitched cries. He must be squirting
    into the man's ass. Owopspec growls out like a bear. It's a fiercesome
    sound from my brave that frightens me. But only for a moment. I hear the
    joy in his voice when he sperms me. Again and again! I'm feeling the
    man's heavy squirts deep in my asshole and joy fills my heart.

       Our heated bodies slow against each other. The tipi fills with loud
    breathing, not the least coming from me. My dick had felt so intense just
    now that I'm surprised when I didn't shoot to the ground mat. A throbbing
    is still felt from the brave's cock in me. I'm relishing this ending
    moment. This man and the boy on top of him are enjoying male relief. My
    dick aches me for a similar release yet I am feeling a deep sense of
    fulfillment. My butt has satisfied them both.

       A heaviness lifts from my back. Not from Owopspec; Breechclout-boy is
    crawling along our left side. His dick drips to the ground. I try getting
    a glimpse of the boy's bottom but it's covered with a deerskin flap. That
    part of him isn't offered to my brave in Indian love. My butt has. Even
    if Owopspec has two boys in his tipi, he can't love Breechclout-boy more
    than me because of that.

       Somehow, my thinking is probably wrong. They can talk to each other in
    Indian and have known each other longer than me. I'm only a new arrival.
    I'll win my brave's entire heart! He won't need that boy any more because
    he'll have me to love completely.

       I'm taken from my thoughts when Owopspec lifts from my back. He slowly
    pulls his cock from my wet butt. My cheeks are lovingly fondled. Kissed.
    I've made a man out of him. Now, it's my turn to act as a man.

       My butt hurts when I rise from the ground mat. In front of me, my dick
    hurts from being so stiff. Breechclout-boy notices and giggles. He says
    something to Owopspec who grunts in response. I turn to my brave. There's
    such a look on his face for me that I rush to hold him. Love bursts in my
    heart! His hand lowers down my back to hold my butt. Yes. I'm filled with
    his love there. We kiss but not the frantic mouthing we'd done earlier.
    The brave pulls from my lips and looks down at my dick. It's standing at
    attention like a soldier who's prepared to do battle.

       I reach down for my lover's hips and turn him around with his butt
    pointing towards me. My utter lust to take him is overwhelming. My hands
    fondle his brown half moons. They're warm and smooth under my palms. As
    I'm about to stick in his butt, I remember Breechclout-boy. He's watching
    me with shining eyes. I want to show him how much I love this brave and
    I'm gonna. With a gentle push on the man's back, I get him to lay down.
    My butt sits over his. They feel wet. Ignoring my lust for the moment, I
    offer my lover pleasure with a massage of his back. He moans in reply.

       I take my time with pleasuring my brave. Breechclout-boy will see what
    real love is. It's not just about having sex. The boy was quick to squirt
    in both of us but that's all he achieved. He missed out on the kisses,
    that loving look in our eyes and offering pleasure with hands like I'm
    doing for my lover.

       Owopspec humps his butt against mine. A surge goes through my dick to
    satisfy him as he wants. I've shown Breechclout-boy what I wanted to. I
    scoot down my brave's legs and fondle his brown butt. My face lowers to
    kiss it. Ahhhh! What a nice part of a man. My nose is drawn between his
    cheeks and I taste the wetness leaking from his hole. It is sweet. Not
    the salty blandness of sperm which proves that Breechclout-boy needs
    another year of growth to his loins. I tongue my brave's hole some more.
    That gets him moaning and in hearing that, lust overcomes me. I scoot
    down the man's legs and point my stiff dick into his butt. In one thrust,
    I'm inside him. Breechclout-boy had come up behind me and pushed on my
    butt hard!

       I fall over Owopspec's back. My arms wrap around his shoulders and our
    hands meet, fingers gripping each other. Our bodies are together as one!
    When I'm about to begin my thrusts, a heaviness comes to my butt. It's
    breechclout-boy sitting on me. He pulls his rear flap back to be naked
    against me. Then the boy bounces over my ass as if he's riding a horse.
    That forces my dick through the brave's asshole.

       My butt aches when I flex it but my hard dick aches me even more. I'm
    stabbing down into the brave to offer it relief. The man's asshole feels
    real slippery from Breechclout-boy's squirts. That enhances my thrills
    which are building up in me quick. I release my held breath. Why rush to
    the sperming part when we have this whole night to be together? And we
    have the next day to make love, and the next... A deep happiness comes
    to me.

       Breechclout-boy continues to bounce over my ass. He's ignored. I
    press my face into Owopspec's who turns his so we can kiss. Our lips
    barely reach each other yet we manage it. Between breaths, our mouths
    press together. No wild tonguing. It's enough that we're kissing while
    I'm giving my brave all my love. Our heated bodies surge against the
    other, breaths blow through our noses as moans, and my dick stabs wildly
    through this man's butt which rises to meet my love blows.

       "Krist-o-fer..." the brave utters with his moans of pleasure.

       Hearing the brave calling out my name brings tears to my eyes for him.
    "Owopspec. I love you! Oh. I'm close to it..."

       My balls tingle in warning and I squirt into my lover's butt. My butt
    also squirts what was in it. That sends Breechclout-boy flying off of me.
    I slow my heated body and rest on top of my lover. In the man's ear, I'm
    whispering how much that I love him.

       A loud cracking comes from the fire pit. I turn my head to watch
    Breechclout-boy dropping another log in. Sparks fly upwards to the tipi's
    smoke hole. The boy reaches his hands out to the fire's warmth. I drop my
    eyes down his back to the deerskin flap covering his butt. He notices
    what I'm looking at. With a playful tease, the boy lifts that cloth to
    moon me. What a nice brown butt. He didn't give it to us in Indian love
    but he did get his bottom wet when I'd squirted out what was in mine.
    Serves him right for sitting on me!

       Owopspec stretches himself under me. I take that gesture to mean that
    he wants me off his back. I'm getting to my knees and pull my satisfied
    dick out of his butt. My hands lovingly rub his cheeks. Then I take a
    peek inside. In the firelight, I see the sperm oozing from his asshole.
    Proof of my love given him! My face lowers to give each of the man's
    brown cheeks a kiss. He humps his ass against my face and sighs deeply.
    Yeah. This butt is mine! And my butt is his in Indian love with many more
    wonderful nights to follow.

       Breechclout-boy giggles at us. Were his eyes good enough to see the
    love in our hearts that sex expressed? I hope so. If he is living in this
    tipi with Owopspec, I'm gonna teach him good things for his head out of
    friendship. There's more to love than getting his dick off.

       My handsome brave has risen to a sitting position. When his arms open
    to me, I'm quick to jump in his lap. We hold each other close. The man
    feels hot around me. His sweaty body is smelling real good. He reaches
    down for my butt and pats it with pride filling his eyes. I look away in
    embarrassment for a moment. Then my eyes proudly return to his.

       I'm glad that my Pa had lifted me up from the river's bottom to put
    me into this brave waiting arms. No. That was only a dream, wasn't it?
    I'm confused by what's real. My thoughts turn to sorting it all out.

       I was given a soldier's pants back at the fort. I'm sure the
    lieutenant didn't approve of my Indian nakedness. I wonder what the
    trader told him about Owopspec and myself. I'll bet he lied about whose
    sperm was in my butt. That 'savage' rape was committed by him!

       The brave notices the anger on my face. I explain it by uttering,
    "Mister Telson..." but I choke up and can't continue. There's such hate
    in me for that vile man!

       Owopspec answers me with a wicked grin. He says something to
    Breechclout-boy who goes to the door and pushes the hide aside. In the
    firelight, I see a wooden stick propped up in the dirt just outside the
    door. From a loop at the top hangs a scalp of dark hair. The trader's
    hair. My brave has killed him!

       I press my face into Owopspec's moist breast. He holds me close. A
    familiar song starts filling the tipi. It's filled with breathy words
    and deep emotion. This Indian man's love is very beautiful. I wet him
    with my tears and keep my arms around his warmth. All fear has left me.
    My hatred has flown. I'm filled with wonderful love and want this
    moment to last. I'll love my brave for always.

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