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BIGHORN6.TXT "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na"
A pre-Willow Bird story! (part 6) Copyright 2000, 2001 by Vince Water
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* Corrected 1/2001 *
* "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" *
- part 6 -
The river finally turned northwards as expected but Light-in-his-steps
wouldn't leave it. He led the weary group onwards without giving a word of
explanation. Big Horn tugged on Pai-alucia's reins; Coyote Thief walked at
his lover's side, deep in his thoughts. There was much to ponder over. The
brave had given him a full account of what was said during their encounter
with the Split Tribesmen. He knew how close death had come for him. Morning-
star had dared to speak before the angry warriors in his defense and she
won their freedom. Big Horn had also risked his life for him. His tactics had
not come from wisdom or experience but from simple foolishness. Yet they had
delayed Swift Scout's bow shot until that woman saved him through clever
talking. It was a source of shame for the five-feathered warrior.
Morning-star noticed her husband's departure from their normal route to
the Moss-bowl Tribe. They should have stayed on the western path instead of
following the river's curve. The woman realized why he'd done it. She glanced
at Coyote Thief and saw the warrior cast his eyes away, head cowering. Shame
was clearly felt from the man. That was a difficult thing to take from him;
she'd saved his life and was expecting gratitude in return. Big Horn turned
back to glance at her in bewilderment. It seemed that he didn't understand
what was wrong with the Spear-bearing warrior either.
Each step took them further from the hunting grounds of the Split Tribe.
Morning-star knew that was her husband's intention; when the northern bend in
the river branches out to the west, they would turn with it. A day's travel
through the plains would bring them to the mountain brothers. They'd climb the
winding path of Mt. Moy where the Moss-bowl People dwelled. How the woman
longed to be reunited with her kinsmen! She missed her father, Chief Climbs-
over-the-mountain and Fall's Tooth, her mother who would welcome the birth of
her third child. A smile crossed the woman's lips. She wondered if her brother
Frozen Finger had managed to get himself married yet.
Morning-star sighed. Her feet were hurting because of all the walking.
She glanced at her two sons; Pony Tail was asleep against his brother's back.
Pony Ear also slept, slumped over the mare's neck. They hadn't stopped for
lunch since their encounter with the Split Tribe warriors. It was good that
they were leaving their hunting grounds far behind them.
Big Horn glanced at Coyote Thief and noticed that the man's eyes wouldn't
acknowledge him. He knew that something troubled the old warrior. The danger
had long since passed, leaving the brave foot sore and hungry. He knew why
Light-in-his-steps pressed onwards without a rest.
The forest remained thick around them. Only near the river was there a
path to follow. All the men kept an eye out for tracks. Bird sounds were also
scrutinized since they could be the disguised calls of men. By heading north,
they risked trespassing into the hunting grounds of other tribes. Most were
friendly to the Kalinlepi and all of them traded with the Moss-bowl Tribe.
Big Horn yelped out in pain. That drew Light-in-his-steps' sharp glance
who relaxed his nervous stance after seeing that the brave had only hurt his
foot. Coyote Thief watched his lover lean against a tree to remove a thorn.
A smile crossed his lips in remembrance. He wore moccasins to guard against
such nuisances but Big Horn went without, claiming that his thick soles would
protect him.
Blood welled up from the thorn prick. Big Horn returned to his feet with
a weary grin on his face. He ignored the small pain, embarrassed by the many
pairs of eyes on him. He gestured that they should continue their journey.
Light-in-his-steps tied his gelding to a tree. He decided that a rest should
be taken by everyone.
Morning-star fetched the food and water pouches. Smoked meat sticks were
handed out to the men. The boys awakened and took their turn eating. They
stood clumsily under the mare to stretch their legs, clinging to each other
for support.
Pony Tail took the offered water skin from Big Horn's hands so that he
and his brother could drink. It was nearly empty. When Pony Ear's thirst was
satisfied, the twins went to the river's edge to fill the skin. That earned
their father's approval.
Coyote Thief also watched the youths. He saw them kneel over the bank,
dip the leather skin under the water with its spout open towards the current.
A smile blossomed on the warrior's lips. The lower curves of little boy butts
peeked out from under their breechclouts. He stepped closer to guard over
their progress.
Morning-star stepped into the forest to relieve herself. She was glad
that the Spear-bearing warrior was keeping on eye on her sons. Light-in-his-
steps checked on the horses' needs with watering and adjusting pack thongs.
Big Horn attended Pai-alucia though his eyes often went to his lover.
"The water runs very fast here," whispered Pony Tail. "We could fall in."
Pony Ear frowned at his brother. He knew the danger but he took it upon
himself to fill the skin because he wasn't afraid. Pony Tail defiantly kept
his left hand on the spout. Together, they pushed the leather skin under the
water and squeezed it to release air bubbles.
Pony Ear had his arms stretched out to keep hold of the filling water
skin. His brother clutched the spout. Coyote Thief squatted close behind to
keep a watchful eye on them. The current was swift here and could easily
snatch away careless boys.
"My hand is getting cold!" complained Pony Tail.
"It's almost full," Pony Ear answered. "I have both my hands in the water
but you don't hear me whining."
Coyote Thief grunted with approval for Pony Ear; he showed bravery. His
brother's little sac of balls could be seen hanging down between his legs,
proving that he wasn't a girl in spite of his weak behavior. The man's eyes
roamed back to Pony Ear's bottom. The rash covering its cheeks was healing
nicely since applying his healing paste from yesterday.
Pony Ear strained to prevent the heavy skin from getting away from him.
He spread his legs over the bank, arms reaching dangerously far into the
river. Coyote Thief saw the youth's cheeks opening. He peeked in and saw the
boy's brown hole that made his breath tremble. He felt the urge for fucking.
The warrior knew that he would be seeking out Big Horn later that night where
he could relieve his lust in a man's asshole.
The two boys stood up with the filled water skin in their hands. It was
carried back to their proud father. Pony Ear had noticed the Spear-bearing
warrior's interest in him. Under the man's front cloth was a bulge. The boy
wished that he could peek on it!
Morning-star returned from the woods. She lifted her sons onto the mare's
back and followed behind her husband leading the packed gelding in front.
Coyote Thief returned to his lover's side. Big Horn brought up Pai-alucia to
the middle of their party and he noticed that his warrior was no longer
looking as grim.
Father Sun was making His way down the sky. The travelers walked on and
on through what appeared to be endless forest. This was an unfamiliar path to
Light-in-his-steps but his wife had assured him that the river would
eventually branch towards the mountains. Probably by tomorrow afternoon.
Coyote Thief fell back into depression. There was woe in his heart and a
sense of wrongness for being a part of Light-in-his-steps' party. Even Big
Horn seemed to be a stranger to him. The brave smiled and gestured small
concerns with him to try lifting his spirits but the old warrior felt tired;
alone. He missed the ease of spoken conversation with his own People.
The old warrior continued thinking to himself. He brought up fond
memories from his past, of friends, passing by their lodges and riding with
his braves through the familiar hunting grounds of the plains. With much
sadness, the man realized that that life was forever lost to him. He must
accept where he was now - amongst enemies.
Pony Ear's high-pitched voice caught the warrior's attention. He turned
to glance back at the twins. They sat tall over their mare, heads turning at
every new sight along the river trail. The brothers reminded him of the boys
of his tribe: young, carefree and wide-eyed at everything they encountered
around them. Their hair had been allowed to grow long as if they were girls.
Spear-bearing males always cut their hair back. Pony Tail looked and acted
like a girl...
Coyote Thief hid his grin. He'd overheard Pony Tail's whining about the
cold water as if he were a girl though he had the balls of a boy. The man
lusted to conquer his squawness. Pony Ear acted properly. It was this youth's
cute butt that had attracted his attention at the river. His brownish curves
had opened to reveal a small asshole. Vulnerable. The little boy was unknowing
of the danger his innocent display could draw from a needing man.
The old warrior sighed with disappointment. He knew that Big Horn
wouldn't approve of his interest in youths; to pursue a sexual tryst with the
twins would endanger his standing with the Kalinlepi. If these boys were of
his own People, they'd welcome the training he could provide them to help them
grow up into men. Snarling Bear had initiated him when a boy. Because of that
man's love, he'd grown to manhood and now wore the proud headdress of five
eagle's feathers!
A Blue Jay's sharp cry drew everyone's attention. Light-in-his-steps
thought it had sounded like a real bird but he wondered what had caused it to
become alarmed. He gestured for Big Horn to scout out the woods. The brave
nodded, leaving behind his lover when he scurried into the dark forest.
Morning-star stood close to her sons. She listened for signs of danger and
tried peering through the shadows between the trees. Did the woods hide Split
Tribesmen, she wondered?
After a careful search, Big Horn returned to the river. He reported not
having found any signs of men. Deer were plentiful but because they were
traveling through unfamiliar woods, no consideration was taken to hunt them.
Light-in-his-steps gestured that they should be moving on.
Everyone felt nervous. Half-imagined eyes seemed to be staring out at them
from the forest and every bird's call was taken as an omen. Big Horn offered
to scout on ahead with Light-in-his-steps' consent. Coyote Thief chased
after the brave though he'd not been asked to scout. They ran together within
the tree line. Eyes cast down.
Every so often, the men popped their heads out from the forest. They
rested until catching sight of their party's approach and waved to them. That
assured Light-in-his-steps of the way ahead. He was glad that there were two
armed men guarding his family's journey.
Big Horn missed not having his tomahawk; it had been left on the ground
with the Split Tribesmen as a peace gesture. He clutched a bow Light-in-his-
steps had loaned him. The full quiver of arrows chafed against his back.
Coyote Thief had lost a spear from that encounter but the warrior had brought
several along on their journey so his hands weren't empty. A bow case and
quiver of arrows covered his back. Both men also wore knives.
Big Horn slipped back into the woods. He examined the ground for tracks
and was glad that Coyote Thief was following him. Animal prints were ignored.
Their cautious scouting was not as hunters but as wary prey. They didn't want
to encounter men that might shoot first before asking them questions.
Coyote Thief grunted in warning. That stayed Big Horn's hurried advance.
When he turned, the old warrior pointed down at some tracks made by men. The
brave was ashamed for having missed them. The warrior made a careful
examination before declaring that they were old.
'Bare footed hunters,' gestured Coyote Thief. 'More than four days ago.
See how they cover over the tracks left by a herd of deer?'
Big Horn nodded. He didn't need that to be explained to him. Any boy
could glean what the tracks indicated: two hunters had made tracks over the
prints left by many deer they were likely following. Rain water filling some
of the depressions provided a measure of time when they had been made.
'A tribe could be nearby. If we find more tracks, then we'll know for
sure. Keep one eye on the ground for tracks and one eye ahead!' Coyote Thief
didn't hide his disappointment for the brave. Tracks had been missed that even
a boy from his tribe would have discovered.
The brave gestured his understanding. Big Horn sprinted ahead to follow
the tracks and he didn't notice when Coyote Thief had left him.
Big Horn popped his head out from the woods. He sighted the river and
looked down the path for horses. None. That's when he discovered that he was
alone. He was alarmed but not overly so. Coyote Thief might have found another
set of tracks to follow and didn't tell him. The brave rested a moment to
decide what he should do.
When Coyote Thief didn't join up with him, Big Horn returned to the
woods. He back tracked his steps until finding the warrior's diversion. His
running prints had turned deeper into the woods. The brave followed them with
much trepidation.
'Had Swift Scout gone after them?' Big Horn wondered. He was assured by
the Split Tribe's war leader that they could all leave in peace but that
scarred warrior had vengeance in his heart. Was he hunting for 'coyote' in the
woods?! The brave studied the ground for tracks but only saw those from his
lover.
After a long run, Coyote Thief's tracks became more closely paced as if
he had slowed to a walk. Big Horn paused to listen. He heard the normal sounds
of the woods: birds singing and the low buzz of insects. Nothing alarming. Yet
the tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled up in warning. Something
wasn't right. The brave proceeded cautiously.
Fear gripped Big Horn's heart when he caught sight of Coyote Thief on the
ground. He drew his metal blade, standing behind a tree to survey the area for
danger. No other men were seen. The warrior was slumped against a tree. Big
Horn wanted to rush to his lover's aid but decided to scout out the trees
behind Coyote Thief first.
The ground offered no further clues. Big Horn kept his knife ready when
he approached the tree Coyote Thief was propped up against. He slowly made his
way towards the warrior from behind. A bird's call was given to warn the man
of his approach. No answering chirp was returned as expected. That alarmed him.
Big Horn kneeled at Coyote Thief's side. He found the warrior resting
against the tree without any indications that he'd been hurt from battle.
Anger filled the brave. Why was his lover acting strangely?!
Coyote Thief lifted his head. He gave Big Horn a sad frown that turned
the brave's expression of anger to one of dismay.
'What are you doing?' Big Horn asked.
Coyote Thief sighed. He felt his age and was saddened that the young man
didn't understand how he was feeling. 'Return to the others,' the warrior
gestured. 'I want to sit here and think for a while.'
Big Horn's face screwed up. "What is this?!" he shouted. The brave
remembered to use his hands for speaking. 'My love, tell me what is the
matter!'
Coyote Thief felt badly for what he was going to gesture in response but
they were concerns needing to be expressed. 'I feel lost, Big Horn. If we face
another party of warriors, can I count on your support of arms instead of that
silly display you made before the Split Tribesmen?'
Big Horn was taken back by Coyote Thief's answer. He knelt closer to his
lover and took the man's hands into his own. He looked deep into the warrior's
face. There was much sadness there. Shame was seen as well. He thought back to
their encounter and realized that he had acted foolishly by announcing that
Coyote Thief was his wife. His tomahawk had been dropped to the ground where
it couldn't have protected anyone.
Coyote Thief returned the brave's long stare. He mustered as much
strength as he could to keep himself from breaking down. To cry would be the
final act of shame for him to suffer. He was a proud Spear-bearing warrior!
The young brave before him wore no feathers in his hair.
"Jeh-eb, Contha-gwa." The brave's hands flew. 'I had acted to save your
life!'
The old warrior grunted for answer. He gripped Big Horn's hands when
feeling the strength of their love but it wasn't enough to cast away the dark
emotions strangling his heart.
Big Horn sensed that darkness. His heart ached him for what his lover was
feeling, not understanding what it was that troubled him. He slowly turned
around and sat at the warrior's side while keeping their hands clasped. The
two men stared into the distance. Keeping silent. They sat together waiting
for that they didn't know...
Light-in-his-steps led his family along the river path. He grew concerned
when there was no further sign of Big Horn or Coyote Thief. They would pop
their heads out from the trees to assure him that the way ahead was clear.
Perhaps they'd run into trouble! He noted Father Sun's progress down His sky.
It would be getting dark soon.
After traveling a while longer, Light-in-his-steps led his family into
the trees. The horses were loosely tied. Their legs weren't hobbled nor were
the heavy packs removed. If there was trouble, he wanted to be able to make a
quick escape. Morning-star came to her husband's side. She knew that something
was amiss.
"Stay with the boys," he asked. "I'm going to look for our scouts."
Morning-star nodded. She could see the worry in Light-in-his-steps' face
that he was trying to hide from her. The warrior grabbed his spear and slipped
into the dark forest.
"Are we going to camp here for the night?" asked Pony Tail.
"No, silly! Father has gone to find Big Horn and Coyote Thief who must
have gotten lost in the woods."
Pony Tail turned to his mother. "Is that so?"
Morning-star gently nodded her head. When she saw Pony Tail trying to
dismount, she scolded the boy to remain on his horse. Pony Ear noticed how
nervous his mother was.
"I have to piss!" begged Pony Tail.
The woman sighed. She glanced at where her husband had departed through
the trees while deciding what to do. If an attack came, she didn't want to be
chasing after her sons.
"I could drink it," offered Pony Ear. He turned himself around to face
his needing brother.
Morning-star was startled from her thoughts. She watched Pony Tail lift
his front flap to offer his brother a drink from his pole. Pony Ear clasped
his brother's erection and lowered his face down as if he was really going to
do it.
"Stop that!" she scolded. The woman turned Pony Tail sideways, gesturing
that he could piss from the horse. His strong flow arched through the air like
a golden rainbow. Pony Ear also lifted his front flap to reveal his erection.
He joined his brother in pissing.
When they were done, the boys kept hold of their poles. Morning-star
blushed when she noticed her sons masturbating. She heard a sound behind her
and turned to look for her husband. There were only the trees. She was very
concerned for Light-in-his-steps so after making sure that the mare was
secured, she stepped deeper into the woods to go find him.
Pony Ear watched his mother's departure. When she was gone, he reached
down for his brother's pole and took over handling it for him. His own
erection was grabbed. It felt better when they did each other.
"Would you have really sucked on my dick?" whispered Pony Tail.
Pony Ear giggled. "Maybe." He gasped when the sweet thrills coming from
his dick stole his breath away. Pony Tail's eyes became mere slits. He was
experiencing the same male pleasure.
A leather-rubbing sound came from the boys' game. Little hands pulled
over stiff poles with their knuckles pounding against front deerskin flaps.
It increased to a frenzied pace. Over the mare's back, humping boy butts drove
their male stabs. A rush of breaths. Giggling. The twins were enjoying their
increasing thrills.
Pony Ear reached climax first. He stifled his outcry so that his mother
wouldn't hear it. Turning to his brother, he looked down at the hard pole
that he was handling for him. Its brown knob popped in and out. Stiffening,
there came a single strong throb against his palm. Pony Tail blew out his held
breath with a grin. From the way his eyes fluttered, Pony Ear knew that he'd
felt the intense ending thrill for himself. Their hands slowed around their
sore foreskins.
"That felt good," whispered Pony Tail. He saw that his brother's face was
flushed from their game.
Pony Ear pulled his hand from Pony Tail's breechclout. His own erection
was released. They smiled at each other for having shared that thrilling boy
rite. It had been daring to play it near their mother.
Their heads turned to look for Morning-star. She was found standing in
the distance but within sight of where they were. Their father hadn't returned
from the woods yet.
Pony Tail turned to his brother and whispered. "I think Big Horn plays
with Coyote Thief like we do."
Pony Ear smiled. "Uh-ha. But they do more stuff because of them being
full-grown men."
"Like what?"
"They can come out from their dicks," explained Pony Ear. "I've heard
that a warrior likes to stick into another man's butt to seed it as if he were
a squaw. Coyote Thief does that to Big Horn."
Pony Tail's eyes grew wide. "How do you know? Oh. You're trying to trick
me!"
Pony Ear slowly shook his head from side to side. "Haven't you heard
about Spear-bearing warriors shaming fallen men by raping their butts?"
Pony Tail nodded. "That only happens on the war path between enemies. I
don't think Big Horn would submit himself to be taken like a squaw."
"If you don't believe me, just ask him!"
Pony Tail violently shook his head. "You ask him. I don't want Big Horn
yelling at me for shaming him with such a dumb question or risk being punished
by our father."
Pony Ear shrugged his shoulders. "They also do other adult things with
each other. It's a mere boy's game to pull on your dick but men dare more."
"Like what?" He hated how his brother enjoyed drawing things out.
"Remember when you needed to piss and mother wouldn't let you down from
the horse?" Pony Ear hoped that his hinting would be enough.
Pony Tail grew wide in the eyes. He saw his brother's sly grin that
turned into giggling. "You want to suck on my dick?" he asked.
"Hmm... It probably stinks like piss!"
Pony Tail lifted his front flap and made sniffing gestures. Pony Ear
noticed that his brother's pole was still hard. He felt his own erection
pushing against his front flap because of all their exciting talk.
"If you do it, I'll suck on yours afterwards."
Pony Ear turned his head around to look for his mother. She had gone
deeper into the woods and was lost from sight. "If we're caught, she'll beat
over both our butts with a stick."
"I dare you!" Pony Tail challenged.
That was too much for Pony Ear. He knew that he was braver than his
brother when it came to trying things first. The youth looked down at Pony
Tail's groin, seeing his skinny erection standing along it with its knob
exposed. He thought it could fit in his mouth. After glancing back at the
woods one last time, he faced his brother with a knowing grin.
"Keep an eye out or we'll both get into trouble." Pony Tail nodded in
reply. He glanced past his brother to watch the woods.
Pony Ear clutched his brother's thighs. He slowly lowered his head with
his mouth opening. Pony Tail's dick did smell like piss but it wasn't a bad
smell. He brought his lips around the stiff shaft. It slipped deeper through
his mouth, brushing against his tongue when he swallowed his brother's full
length. He was surprised by its warmth. The slippery sensation from sucking on
it was very exciting and daring.
Pony Tail looked down at his brother's head in his lap. He felt his
erection being swallowed with growing amazement. Such a daring thing for Pony
Ear to be performing on him! Neat sensations came from his dick that felt
better than if he were handling himself. They were often trying things with
each other. He trusted his twin as if he were a second self.
Pony Ear felt his brother's small clutch of balls against his chin. That
made the boy realized that he was really sucking on another boy's erection. A
really naughty thing to be doing! He pulled back from the long pole but
wouldn't let it slip from his lips. His chin dropped back down to Pony Tail's
balls and he heard a sharp gasp come from his brother.
Pony Tail closed his eyes. He held his breath in anticipation of what was
to come. Getting sucked felt very intense. Better than using his hand. When
his brother's bobbing quickened around his pole, he felt the need to piss. His
belly tightened from the lightning feelings down there. It became too much for
the boy. He gasped sharply after feeling his climax.
Pony Ear felt his brother's dick throbbing in his mouth. It thrilled him
to know that he'd given his twin pleasure. His own erection ached for
attention. He eagerly withdrew so that Pony Tail could suck on him next.
"Now it's your turn!" Pony Ear glanced at the woods to look for his
mother. She was still lost from sight. He gasped when he felt his dick
slipping through his brother's mouth. It was a really strange sensation, like
beating off in the river but without feeling the water's chill.
Pony Tail's head bobbed in his lap. The boy kept his front flap rolled up
over his belly while his brother sucked on him. His butt flexed over the
horse. Driving his dick in deeper. He'd seen his father doing that when laying
over his mother's back, his butt humping wildly under his breechclout. They
were often coupling at night. Only when moonlight came down from their tipi's
smoke hole could he see their love act clearly.
Pony Ear stabbed some more. His thrills came quickly; strong tingles that
made his erection feel real good. The boy held his breath and he felt a
twisting deep in his gut. He cried out loudly with much joy.
Morning-star came running. She found her sons sitting sideways over the
mare. On their faces were guilty expressions. The woman knew that they'd been
acting naughty, but what? She noticed that the boys' front flaps were pushed
from their groins. Her face burned with embarrassment. Did they have to play
with each other where it could be witnessed?!
The woman contained her anger. She turned from the twins to go check on
the other horses, to be sure that they couldn't pull free of their reins. She
felt growing anxiety from her husband's absence. Had he found Big Horn and
Coyote Thief?
The two men were still sitting together with their backs against the
tree. Big Horn decided to break the silence. He lifted his left hand in a
gesture at the falling sun. Coyote Thief motioned for him to return to the
river. The brave shook his head. 'I won't leave you.'
The old warrior sighed. He lifted his hands from the brave's so that he
could gesture. 'You have places to go, things to do with your life. I am tired
and want to sit by this tree...'
Big Horn felt that the warrior was going to gesture: '... and die.' He
read that dark emotion in his lover's face. Why was Coyote Thief so changed
after their encounter with the Split Tribesmen?
Coyote Thief turned his head forward. He knew that the young man could
read his facial expressions even when he tried guarding them. This brave was
his lover. Yet that wasn't enough to ease his troubled heart coming from shame
and his sense of lost manhood.
Big Horn slumped his shoulders in defeat. He didn't know what to do or
say that would lift Coyote Thief from his depression. A measure of its
darkness had taken hold of his own heart. He silently vowed to himself that
he'll not leave his lover alone.
Light-in-his-steps found tracks. Old prints from two men following a herd
of deer through the woods. He followed them with his eyes cast about for his
missing scouts. His grip tightened over his spear. The man was torn between
leaving his family behind or pressing onwards.
After following the tracks for a while, Light-in-his-steps turned back.
He raced past the trees so that he could rejoin his family waiting for him.
Big Horn and Coyote Thief may have already returned, he hoped.
The shadows slowly lengthened in the forest. Animals that had slept
during the day such as the skunk, possum and wood mice stirred from their
beds. Crickets chirping replaced the birds' song. Big Horn grew weary of
sitting. He lowered his head onto Coyote Thief's left shoulder and closed his
eyes. The warrior led him to his breast, softly stroking his hair. The brave
dropped silent tears on him.
Coyote Thief began singing. It was harsh-sounding, almost a kin to a
doomed man's death song. Big Horn listened carefully to the words but none
were familiar to him. His feelings of woe suddenly turned to anger.
The brave pushed himself from Coyote Thief's arms. He stood over the
warrior with hands threatening to do battle with him. "Why do you seek
death?!" he shouted.
Coyote Thief ended his song. He looked up at Big Horn with a toothy grin.
Like lightning, the warrior attacked. Big Horn was thrown hard to the ground
that left him breathless and stunned. The warrior was relentless. He struck
the brave's face with hand slaps. A fierce anger was lighted in the young
man's heart.
Big Horn forgot about love. He knew only hatred and the need to defend
himself from this Spear-bearing warrior! The brave rolled over the ground to
escape the warrior's strikes. When he reached down to his waist for his knife,
he noticed that his thong belt had come undone; that left his breechclout,
sacred bundle and weapon on the ground between them.
Coyote Thief noticed the brave's nakedness. He rushed to stand over Big
Horn's breechclout with a victorious grin, pulling his flint blade from the
sheath. Real fear came into Big Horn. Was his lover going to use it on him?!
The brave didn't wait to find out. He leapt from the ground towards the
armed man, throwing all his weight against him. They fell. He reached up for
Coyote Thief's neck to strangle him. Against his stomach, he felt a blade
digging in.
Big Horn didn't loosen his hands. He peered into Coyote Thief's eyes with
defiance unto the end. The blade's point hurt him but it wasn't pushed into
his body. He saw the warrior under him struggling for breath. Why didn't he
complete the death blow?
Coyote Thief reached around for the brave's ass. He held it with his left
hand while his knife hand was eased back. The tight hands around his neck
slowly loosened. He saw the anger in Big Horn's eyes smoldering.
The warrior laughed. The young man came to sit over him with puzzlement
filling his eyes.
'What is so humorous?' asked Big Horn. His heart was being torn by many
conflicting emotions. A small hope tried driving his harsher feelings aside.
Coyote Thief smiled. He lifted himself from the ground into a sitting
position with the young brave remaining in his lap. His hands lifted for
gesturing. 'You dropped your tomahawk when it could have been needed for
battle yet you are eager to attack your lover.'
Big Horn was struck by the man's words. He countered them with his own.
'You didn't take my scalp when you should have. Wasn't that your tomahawk I
found lying on the plains after you rode off with your braves?'
Coyote Thief's expression turned serious. 'Yes. I knew when we first met
that it would not be needed.'
'And I knew that I would not have raised your tomahawk in battle against
those Split Tribesmen. They had bows trained on us!'
'You should have allowed them to kill me.'
Big Horn frowned. He didn't understand why Coyote Thief wanted that.
Didn't this warrior love him?
Coyote Thief read the confusion in the brave's face. "Jeh-eb, Big Horn!"
'Then why do you seek death?'
The warrior lowered his face to hide his shame. His hands explained it.
'I am a five-feathered warrior. It would have been honorable to die in battle
against my enemies but a woman interfered.'
'She spoke to save your life!'
Coyote Thief lifted his eyes to the brave and he slowly nodded. Shame
forced him to lower his gaze. The deep lines on his face revealed his age. His
heart felt a sense of loss. No longer would he stand in battle with fellow
warriors he'd known from boyhood. He was a man without a tribe. Banished.
Big Horn read the woe in his lover's face. He finally understood. He had
no good words to offer the troubled man so he simply held him. Tears sprang
from his eyes. He wanted... no, NEEDED his lover to live! Coyote Thief wanted
to die and there was nothing the brave could do to stop that. The young man
felt helpless and afraid. His chest heaved with violent sobs. He wasn't
ashamed by his weak display. Without any feathers in his hair, there was no
honor for him to uphold.
Coyote Thief forced his eyes tightly shut. He tried to be strong but
tears escaped anyway. Big Horn pressed his head against him. The warrior heard
soft words being spoken that he couldn't understand but they sounded like a
lover's pleading. He finally broke down. His woeful sobs joined with those of
the young man's.
Their sad embrace was a long one. Night had fallen. When the warrior's
tears had dried from his face, he felt relieved. All the darkness in his heart
had slipped away like the daylight. It left him feeling silly.
Big Horn sighed. He gave his lover a tender kiss on his cheek and stood
up, his hand reaching down for the warrior's. It was taken. Coyote Thief stood
reborn before his lover and he returned to thinking about the concerns that
faced them. He searched for the brave's breechclout in the dark.
Coyote Thief helped Big Horn tie his thong belt around his waist to hold
his breechclout, sacred bundle and knife. Their discarded bows and a spear
were retrieved from the foot of a tree.
Big Horn's hand was taken hold of and he was led through the dark woods.
Coyote Thief seemed to know the right direction. They bumped into a few small
trees and nettles scratched their ankles but after a long walk, the river was
eventually found. The warrior knelt down and felt over the path for Light-in-
his-steps' passage.
Coyote Thief found fresh horse tracks. He led the brave onwards to where
they hoped camp would be found. The moon had not yet risen. It was a difficult
walk; they risked wandering into the river or bumping their heads against
trees because the path was so narrow. Big Horn wondered how far Light-in-his-
steps had traveled beyond them.
The warrior stopped to listen. He'd caught the faint sound of horses and
knew that their party had been found. They entered camp. Light-in-his-steps
recognized their dark forms so he lowered his spear. He went to Big Horn to
demand an explanation.
"We found the tracks of huntsmen," the brave explained. "Coyote Thief
believes that a tribe may be nearby. He became lost... in the woods. It took
us until night had fallen before we could find your camp." Big Horn had told
Light-in-his-steps the truth but not in a way he'd glean what really happened.
Coyote Thief didn't wait to see how Light-in-his-steps would respond to
what Big Horn had told him. He passed the horses and fell to the ground like a
heavy stone. Sleep took him almost immediately.
"I'm glad that nothing had happened to the two of you," said Light-in-
his-steps. "If there is a tribe nearby, they should honor our right-of-passage
through them. Most of these forest tribes trade with the Moss-bowl People and
wouldn't risk harming us because of my wife.
Big Horn felt the warrior's anger cooling towards him. They walked to
Morning-star who offered the brave something to eat. Her sons were sleeping
together over a ground mat. He felt his own weariness but asked to guard over
their camp. Light-in-his-steps accepted the brave's offer. He settled down to
sleep with his wife.
It was a dark night. Big Horn sat within the tree line, his lover's spear
being turned over and over again in his hands. He felt the smoothness of the
wooden shaft. A flint blade weighted its end. One of Coyote Thief's newly
crafted weapons that had yet been untested. Like himself.
Big Horn tried ignoring the pain from his belly wound. His thoughts
returned to their encounter with the Split Tribe warriors and he saw how he'd
acted like a foolish boy. No. He had been more like a girl. There had been a
chance to rise to the challenge of battle to gain glory for himself in spite
of the odds but he'd dropped his tomahawk to the ground. Kissed his lover. How
that must have amused the other men while humiliating his Spear-bearing
warrior. It was no wonder that Coyote Thief was feeling the way he was. Big
Horn hung his head with shame.
Crickets sang their nightly song. The stars twinkled high above like fire
sparks that had been stuck to the sky with tree sap. While he sat, he could
sense a slow movement to them. Like a herd of grazing buffalo, the stars
wandered over their dark plains. Silently. Looking down on everyone and
everything. Big Horn wondered what they'd thought of him.
'I had acted to save my lover's life!'
Big Horn shook his fist at the sky and felt anger coursing through his
body. He enjoyed the strong sensation. Coyote Thief had been kept alive by his
'foolishness' so that he could live to fight another day. What did it matter
what other men thought of them? They'd been left far behind, never to be met
again. He had his lover to be with for the rest of their lives.
What lay before them was the Moss-bowl Tribe. Big Horn had heard many
accounts of them; their strange customs. He wanted to see these People for
himself but knew he'd feel a bit lost without his own People. Only Light-in-
his-steps was from his tribe but he had split loyalties because of his wife.
Morning-star was from the Moss-bowl and would feel at home with them. Coyote
Thief had visited with their tribe when a boy but the men he'd met (and loved!)
would be very old men or dead.
Big Horn grew to understand how his lover felt. Coyote Thief had been
banished from his tribe and would never see them again unless it was in
battle. His only connection with the Kalinlepi came from their love. A male
bond that wasn't readily accepted by his People. And they despised having the
Spear-bearing warrior living so close to their tribe... many feared him. It
ached the brave's heart for what his five-feathered warrior has had to endure.
Love wasn't enough. Big Horn realized that and he understood why Coyote
Thief had acted as he had in the woods. That warrior sought death but he had
been the one who could have been killed. He endured pain from his belly wound
resulting from their mock fight. Light-in-his-steps hadn't noticed his injury
because of the dark and for that the brave was glad.
The spear was rolled in Big Horn's hands to keep his mind off the pain.
He thought over many things late into the night.
Coyote Thief awakened. Sleep had renewed him. He stared up at the sky and
waited for the moon's rising before he'd relieve Big Horn. His mind was clear
enough to ponder over the day's events and what he thought most about was
striking his lover. He regretted that. The brave had challenged him and their
wrestling had led to battle with his blade's point sticking into the man's
belly. A thrust would have ended his lover's life. He could of killed the
young sweet brave.
Coyote Thief turned away from the bright stars. His eyes were shut tight.
Gone were his feelings of humiliation and a warrior's sense of honor. His hand
had almost brought death to the man he loved!
The old warrior sprang to his feet. He had an overwhelming need to find
Big Horn, to hold him in his arms. Coyote Thief stumbled around in the dark.
He heard snoring coming from Light-in-his-steps and the pretty squaw that he
held close to him. The horses stood at the edge of camp like dark boulders. He
didn't know where the twins slept.
Coyote Thief took care with his steps. He entered the trees and felt a
need to relieve his bladder. The front of his breechclout was pulled from his
thong belt. Pissing felt good. When it became a trickle, he went looking for
Big Horn. He really needed to be forgiven for what he'd done.
Big Horn heard someone stirring in camp. His eyes were used to the dark
so he could see the warrior stumbling about. Coyote Thief went into the woods
on the far side of camp. He heard the man pissing. The brave rushed to his
feet so that he could meet with his lover. He anxiously slipped past the
trees. When he approached, the warrior turned to him sharply with both his
hands reaching out to do battle. The brave harmlessly propped his spear up
against a tree.
It became a long, anxious moment. The two men faced each other like
strangers. Big Horn acted first. He stepped closer to his lover and offered
his arms out to him. They embraced. Fiercely! Whispered words were offered to
each other between kisses.
The twins had also been awakened. Pony Ear was first to notice the dark
shape stumbling around in camp. He pointed out Coyote Thief to his brother who
yawned sleepily at his side. They heard the warrior pissing. That made the
boys feel the need to relive themselves as well.
Pony Tail followed his brother towards the woods. He noticed that they
were heading for Coyote Thief. They stopped within the tree line when another
man came upon the warrior. It looked like he was attacking him! No. They were
hugging.
Pony Ear grinned when he heard the kissing. His eyes had adjusted to the
dark and there was moonlight. He could see Big Horn holding Coyote Thief in
his arms. He turned to his brother and saw that he had grown wide in the eyes
by what he saw. It felt silly to be spying on the two men but his feet were
rooted to the ground.
Big Horn gasped in pain. He loosened his right hand from around the
warrior to clutch his belly. Coyote Thief looked down at his lover's body and
remembered. He had caused that injury. The warrior dropped down to his knees,
gently pulling the brave's hand from the wound. His lips pressed over the
man's warm belly where he tasted blood.
Coyote Thief cleaned the wound with his tongue. He reached down to his
breechclout and pulled the long cloth from his body, bringing an end up to
press against Big Horn's wound. The dark prevented him from seeing how serious
it was. It grieved the old warrior that he had hurt his lover. The brave
hadn't cared for himself. He had need of healing, both in flesh and his heart.
Big Horn stood over the warrior and allowed his tending. The pain from
his knife wound was replaced by a tickly sensation. He couldn't believe that
Coyote Thief was licking his belly; sucking on his wound! He heard the leather
rustling of the warrior's breechclout and felt its softness come up against
him. The man planted kisses on him. He nearly giggled when a tongue darted
into his navel. That reminded him of when Coyote Thief had licked into his
butt hole before fucking him. His cock stiffened.
Coyote Thief noticed the brave's manly response. He continued to kiss
over Big Horn's waist, his chin bumping against the bulging cloth. His own
cock grew with excitement. He reached up for the brave's thong belt and its
knot was loosened. The breechclout fell to their feet. A sweet odor filled the
warrior's nose that drew his mouth downwards.
Pony Ear quickly covered his mouth to prevent his giggling from being
heard. He watched Coyote Thief take the brave's cock into his mouth and suck
on it like he'd done for his brother. Pony Tail tapped on his shoulder. The
boy reluctantly pulled his eyes from the men to see what his brother wanted.
"They're doing it!" whispered Pony Tail with much excitement.
Pony Tail covered his brother's mouth. He turned back at the men to see
if they'd heard. Big Horn continued to stand in the woods while the warrior
kneeled before him to suck on his big cock. He couldn't believe that they
hadn't notice them yet.
Big Horn felt the wonderful thrills building inside him. When he was
close to cumming, he quickly pushed the warrior away. Perhaps too strongly.
Coyote Thief stood up and took him into his arms. Their cocks were mashed
together when they embraced to make love.
"Jeh-eb, Contha-gwa." Big Horn had managed to breathe out those tender
words between their frantic kissing.
"Aee," answered Coyote Thief. He was prevented from saying anything more
when Big Horn's mouth rushed back over his, kissing him as if for the first
time. Hands lowered down each other's backs to pull over their butts. Hard,
muscled man cheeks that flexed to drive their cocks between their bellies.
Two boys watched it all. Pony Ear stood wide-eyed at the embracing men.
At his side, clutching him was his brother who panted excitedly against his
left shoulder. They youths knew that they were looking upon love. Strange that
it should happen between two grown males (only boys played with each other).
Pony Ear felt a heaviness in his stomach. That came from excitement; his
pole stood up hard within his breechclout. A more endearing emotion filled his
heart by what he saw. He could feel how much Big Horn loved his warrior. Their
naked bodies expressed that. You didn't have to be grown up to understand.
Big Horn felt his sperm's rising and he squirted it to his lover. Their
frantic kissing ended when he blew out his held breath. Coyote Thief panted.
His cock struggled towards release with its stabs. The brave's belly felt
slippery against him and that enhanced his building thrills.
Coyote Thief acted like an angry bear. His fingers dug into the brave's
soft ass when he drove his cock upwards for completion. Big Horn clung to him.
The warrior growled out with lust. He'd hoped to fuck his lover but being in
his arms was enough.
The moment of ecstasy came for Coyote Thief. He released a lusty grunt.
Big Horn felt the warm liquid squirts on his belly. When they ended, he
tightened his arms around his lover and kissed him. Loud breaths blew from
their noses.
Pony Tail giggled. He knew what the men had done and that excited him as
nothing else had ever done. Before his brother could cover his mouth, the
warrior heard him. Big Horn's eyes also fell on them like a menacing shadow.
Pony Ear stepped closer to the couple. He felt his brother try pulling
him away but he wanted to see the ending result of the men's act of love. Big
Horn dropped his arms from Coyote Thief. He turned to glare at the bold youth.
Pony Tail wanted them to flee but his brother was walking in the wrong
direction. He clung to his twin, not wanting to leave his side in spite of the
wrath they would likely face from the naked men.
Coyote Thief looked the young boy over. He seemed tall for his age; bold.
The warrior stood his ground to see what the youth wanted with him. A thin arm
reached out to him like a tree branch, hand touching his wet body like a leaf
gathering love rain. Big Horn held his waist in the delicate moment of their
discovery. He didn't know how his lover would react to the curious boy.
The warrior felt the little hand gather up what his brave had given him.
Pony Ear brought his right hand back to himself. He peered down at the men's
sperm that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Awe filled his eyes.
Big Horn wanted to explain to the boys what they've done, perhaps even
offer them a 'growing-up' rite but he feared being overheard by their parents.
He could feel the sexual tension in the air. As much as the brave knew they
should let the youths be, his lover seemed drawn to them - to their innocence.
He was like a seasoned bull intent on instructing his young.
Coyote Thief went down to his knees. He fumbled with the knot in the
boy's thong belt to drop his cloths. When the youth's body was bared, the
man's nose brushed against stiff boyhood. That pleased him. He led the youth's
wet hand down to his loins, covering immature dick and balls with manly sperm.
Pony Ear gasped. He was frightened by having the warrior touch him there
but he was also very excited.
Big Horn whispered, "The warrior wants you to have our seed on your body.
It will help you to mature." When Pony Ear dropped his right hand down to his
erection, the brave stepped closer to his anxious brother. Cum was taken from
his belly to offer Pony Tail the same 'growing-up' rite.
After a moment's hesitation, the youth removed his small breechclout.
Big Horn kneeled before the boy, eyeing his erection that stood against his
belly like a stick. He gently covered it with sperm from his hand. The
youth's balls were fingered to empower them with manly strength. It was an
act that excited the young boy.
Big Horn wanted to speak the ending words to their ritual but he feared
awakening the boys' parents. They had already dared much. Coyote Thief rose to
his feet and took Pony Ear by the hand into the forest. The brave took Pony
Tail's hand. He didn't know what his lover planned to do with them.
Pony Ear did. He'd heard about men gifting their seed to boys so their
bodies would grow up big and strong. He welcomed that rite. Coyote Thief
didn't go far into the woods. They stood in a small clearing with moonlight
pouring down on them. When Big Horn joined them, Pony Tail came and clung to
him like a frightened rabbit.
Coyote Thief turned to the two youths, his hands dropping down to their
slim shoulders. Big Horn went to his side. He suspected what the warrior was
going to say to them.
Pony Ear lifted his eyes at the man. He watched the big hands begin
gesturing but because he hadn't learned sign talk yet, he couldn't understand
the Spear-bearing warrior. Big Horn translated.
"Coyote Thief is a five-feathered warrior," explained Big Horn. "I am
also a man. We have given you our 'growing-up' rite so that your bodies will
mature." More gestures came from the warrior to be translated. "He asks you to
accept our seed over your loins and to turn to each other in a show of love."
Big Horn gave the warrior some questioning gestures. Coyote Thief
answered that he'd seen the twins handling themselves before and he wanted to
show them another way to embrace their closeness. The brave accepted that.
Coyote Thief took hold of the boys' shoulders again. He turned them
towards each other. Their small bodies glowed under the moonlight like the
petals of a sleeping flower. With a firm grasp, the warrior pushed the twins
together, belly against belly. His hands lowered to their soft wiggly butts.
Pony Ear held his brother close to his breast. He felt his erection
pressing against his brother's and a stab was forced when the warrior pushed
over his bottom. He was filled with much excitement. They were being shown yet
another adult act of making love.
Pony Tail was a bit frightened. He welcomed his brother's comforting arms
but when his butt was pushed on, it made his dick stab. The warrior's big hand
relaxed a moment over his body before making him do it again. Thrills came
from that lusty rhythm. The youth finally understood what Coyote Thief was
teaching them. It was the same act the men had just performed with each other.
The boys soon forgot their shyness. Pleasure came from stabbing so their
hands dropped lower around each other to perform that rite for themselves. The
warrior released the two boys and he stood up behind Pony Ear. He gestured for
Big Horn to stand behind the other boy.
Pony Tail felt the brave's body press against his back but he was too
involved with his brother to be concerned. He heard Pony Ear's gasps. Breaths
panted from his open mouth when the thrills from his pole became intense.
Coyote Thief hugged Pony Ear's back with his hands reaching out for Big
Horn standing behind the other boy. He found the brave's ass and pulled on it.
His own butt was taken in the man's hands to complete their big hug.
With boys between them, the warrior made love to his brave. His cock
pressed against the boy's soft bottom and lifted between the cheeks as it
stiffened. He searched for Big Horn's lips with his own. The brave saw his
intent to kiss so he leaned his face forward, over the boys' heads.
Pony Ear looked up. He'd felt Coyote Thief's head brushing over his that
was met by Big Horn's. They were kissing! The boy grew very excited and his
erection surged with each stab against his brother. Climax was achieved. He
cried out in his high-pitched voice.
Pony Tail heard his brother's cry. He pulled over his twin's butt to mash
their poles together so that he could reach that ending joy. Big Horn's warm
body huddled his back. He felt the man's cock against his bottom and it was
growing big! Coyote Thief's groin hair crunched against his surging hands. But
he couldn't feel the warrior's cock.
Pony Ear did. The man's knob had pushed through his butt until reaching
his hole. He was too caught up with trying to win more thrills from his
erection to realized his danger. His hands continued to pull over his
brother's humping butt and he stabbed him again and again. Their loins were
slippery because of the men's 'growing-up' rite so that kept his pole from
getting sore like when he handled it.
Coyote Thief was also caught up in their love making. He forgot about the
boys when his heartfelt love flowed to the brave. They kissed. Their heated
bodies slammed together with utter lust that the warrior knew would bring him
to seeding again. His cock found a wonderful tightness to push into. Only when
hearing a boy's gasp of pain did he realize what he'd almost done. The warrior
relaxed his male advance.
Pony Ear's butt had been hurt. He couldn't believe that the man had dared
to stick in him! His erection surged when it happened and that pain joined
with his intense thrills. After crying out, the warrior pulled his cock out
though he could still feel its stiffness between his cheeks.
Pony Tail was seeking his elusive climax. He heard his twin cry out a few
times but he was distracted by the men's bodies hugging theirs. Stabs were
given to his brother. Their erections felt very slippery. He renewed his
effort to achieve that ending thrill for himself.
Big Horn felt his cock slip between Pony Tail's cheeks. He prevented
himself from actually stabbing into the little boy because that would be
wrong. He kissed his warrior with much love and felt his loins responding. It
would bring him towards another wet climax.
Pony Ear held his brother closer. He hadn't heard him cry out yet so he
endured the frantic stabs against his belly. Coyote Thief's cock pressed onto
his hole again. Didn't go in. Some boldness came to the youth. He stood on tip
toes while aiming his butt to allow the warrior's penetration. There was pain
when he took in the man's knob. Yet the boy was tremendously thrilled by it.
He wanted to capture sperm into his body.
Coyote Thief gasped. Big Horn's kissing stopped when they needed to take
breaths. He held his brave fiercely with the love that needed to come out.
Their sweaty bodies swayed like trees in a storm. The man felt his cock stuck
through a tight place when he came. A really strong gush from his loins!
Pony Tail's dick surged. He cried out with the joy from his dry ending
thrills as a little boy. He didn't know that his brother had taken the wet
climax from a man.
Big Horn heard his lover's low grunt. The boy in his arms also cried out
and that sent him over the edge. He stabbed deep. Cum flew from his cock that
flooded Pony Tail's cheeks. Almost, he'd dared to stick into the boy's hole!
The forest was filled with loud breaths. It had stilled the crickets'
singing for a moment but they timidly resumed. The men's tense bodies slowly
relaxed. The boys between them panted as they clutched each other while they
recovered. Pony Ear felt the warrior's oozing knob slip from his hole. He
could feel its rapid throbbing between his cheeks.
Pony Tail felt Big Horn's cock throbbing in his butt. He knew the brave
had released because of the sticky flow drowning his balls. It awed him that
the front of his body had been covered with manly seed and now his backside
was also filled with it.
When the men loosened their embrace, Pony Ear slipped from Coyote Thief's
arms and he grabbed his brother's hand so they could escape. They ran deeper
into the woods. He was glad that the men didn't try to pursue. They ran and
ran until bumping into a small tree. He clutched his aching butt and turned to
Pony Tail.
"Did Big Horn squirt in you?" the boy asked between breaths.
Pony Tail reached back for his cheeks and they felt sticky. "Yes. Did
Coyote Thief wet your butt?"
Pony Ear nodded excitedly. "My hole feels like he shot a lot into it."
That alarmed Pony Tail. "You let that warrior rape you?!"
"He didn't," answered Pony Ear. "Well... I mean, yes. I let his knob
stick inside me and his sperm went in."
Pony Tail couldn't believe what he'd heard. He stepped behind his brother
with much concern, feeling between his cheeks with his fingers until he found
a wet spot within. Not much sperm... Most of it must have gone inside!
Pony Ear panted with excitement. "The warrior did me!" he boasted. His
brother didn't answer him, giggle or anything. Was he angry? Something hard
pressed into the boy's side. He took hold of it when realizing that was his
twin's erection. A few pulls were made of its foreskin in his hope that they'd
do more things together. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp.
An idea came to Pony Ear. "Stick in me," he pleaded. "Your dick is
smaller than that warrior's and he's already made my hole slippery."
"No, Pony Ear..."
"I dare you!" The boy meted his revenge on Pony Tail when his twin had
dared him to suck on his dick. Would he accept this challenge? For a long
moment, Pony Tail remained silent. He stood unmoving at his brother's side.
Pony Ear wanted his brother to try it. He maneuvered his body so that
his butt pressed against his brother's groin while trapping him against a
tree. The boy reached back for Pony Tail's erection. He slipped it down
through his cheeks until its knob stuck into his hole.
"I'll hurt you!" protested Pony Tail. He squirmed to free himself but his
brother butted him against the small tree. His dick was forced to penetrate
Pony Ear's hole. A slimy warmth swallowed him up. He found himself sticking
all the way into his twin's butt when their bodies came together.
Pony Ear was surprised that he didn't feel any pain. That warrior's big
cock had hurt him! When he felt his brother's smooth groin pressing against
his cheeks, he knew that their bodies had joined. A thrilling sensation! He
kept Pony Tail backed into the tree to keep him inside his butt.
Pony Tail was stunned by what his brother had made him do. He felt his
dick sticking into Pony Ear, the cheeks of his butt humping against his groin
to force his in and out stabs. To hold on, he clutched his twin's chest. Eyes
were closed. The youth surrendered himself to their adult sex act.
Pony Ear reached back to hold Pony Tail's butt. The cheeks felt tense
under his palm. He pulled over their softness to make his brother stab him
like what that warrior had done. The sensation was uncomfortable but also very
thrilling. He wanted his brother's dick to push the warrior's seed deeper into
his body. The act would also bring pleasure to his twin. Against his belly,
the boy's erection ached for attention.
"Handle me," begged Pony Ear. He led down one of his brother's hands to
grasp his dick. A tight pulling was made over its foreskin. The boy backed
onto Pony Tail's dick, pulling over his butt to keep him doing it. The thrills
from their joining brought the youth to a very intense climax.
Pony Ear became faint. He was enduring too many sensations that were
overpowering him. Tremendous pleasure! It was as if he had sprung two
throbbing dicks from the front and rear of his body.
Pony Tail felt a tight squeezing around his pole. He was amazed that his
brother's butt could be a source of sexual pleasure. Thrusts were made through
its tight entrance. The thought that he was actually sticking through his
twin's hole made the youth feel like a warrior. He stabbed his fleshy weapon
in again and again. The sensation brought him to his ending thrills that
didn't stop so long as he kept sticking into his brother. Another breath was
gulped in. His belly trembled from holding it. He sought for sweeter enduring
thrills that made him feel like a man.
Pony Ear felt his brother's pole stiffen in his hole. It kept thrusting
into his butt, faster and faster like a war drum's frantic call to arms. Pony
Tail's right hand hung down forgotten at their side so he took over handling
himself from his errant twin. The two small bodies continued to pound together
under the moonlight.
The twins prolonged their intense thrills as young boys. If their loins
could spill out, that would have ended their joyous embrace. Pony Ear had
never felt such enduring pleasure. His erection surged with intense thrills
that were joined with the pain/tickle coming from his butt. It felt good to
get stuck by his brother.
Pony Tail slammed into his twin. His body was trapped between the small
tree and the warmth of his brother, clutching him for want of getting raped.
His dick pushed through Pony Tail's sperm-filled hole. Empowering his loins
with manhood. He was performing as a man. Wonderful tingles built up in his
erection and he felt a tremendous explosion!
Pony Tail cried out. He gripped his brother's sweaty chest with most of
his weight huddling over him. Breaths raced through his open mouth. His
thrusts slowed. Yet Pony Ear pulled over his brother's butt to force more
stabs while handling his erection. It became a wild dance to win himself
greater thrills. The boy didn't want the neat sensations to end!
Pony Tail couldn't believe his brother's persistence. He held him tightly
while his body was forced to prolong their mating act: stab in, stab out...
then right back in. His butt was pulled on in a timed beat as if it were a
drum. His tom-tom kept striking towards a war song's thundering climax.
A wretched cry came from Pony Ear's mouth. The boy's exhausted body
slowed, his intense thrills escaping him like daylight after a sunset. He
tried catching his breath. Behind him, Pony Tail panted over his neck. He
could feel the racing heart beat from his brother's dick resting in his butt
hole. His erection throbbed in his right hand.
"Did it hurt?" gasped Pony Tail. He had heard his brother cries but when
no answer was given him, the youth knew that it hadn't. He liked the tight
sensation from stabbing. It felt even better than being sucked on. When they
had rested enough, the boys continued their mating dance to enjoy even more
thrills that came from being stuck together.
Big Horn heard a boy's sharp cry in the distance. He turned to Coyote
Thief and lifted his hands for gesturing. 'They practice what we have shown
them. I only hope the twins won't boast to their father what they learned.'
Coyote Thief only nodded. He didn't want to admit to the brave that his
love seed had filled a little boy. Another concern came to him. The warrior
lifted his hands for gesturing. 'I have acted badly in the woods earlier. Can
you forgive me for having... hurt you?'
Big Horn was reminded of his belly wound. It still burned with pain yet
his heart felt eased by the warrior's words. He went to his lover to hug him.
Coyote Thief held the brave close to his chest. His eyes tightened to
hold back tears. No longer would he seek death. This man was his dear lover
in spite of his silliness and inexperienced ways. He would lead Big Horn down
the path of manhood that would result in him being named a warrior one day.
Love would be given him in return. That was enough reason to live.
Another sharp cry was heard from the woods that made Big Horn chuckle.
He slowly loosened his arms from Coyote Thief but kissed him before they
stood apart. The warrior hung his head with embarrassment.
'What is wrong?' asked Big Horn.
Coyote Thief lifted his eyes to the brave. 'A part of me wishes to join
the twins in their love making.'
Big Horn gasped. He too felt drawn to the boys but knew that would be
wrong. 'We have already shown them enough, my love. They should be allowed to
explore things on their own without two horny men taking advantage of their
innocence.'
It was as Coyote Thief had suspected. Big Horn accepting being Mahyee-na
but that didn't include embracing youth with male love. Snarling Bear enjoyed
teaching boys about sex that would aid them when becoming men. In his youth,
he was given the butt rite that filled his small body with power from their
tribe's warrior shaman. Snarling Bear had done that out of love for him.
With a weary sigh, Big Horn gestured that he was returning to camp so
that he could sleep. Coyote Thief took hold of the spear leaning against the
tree and stood guard. He watched the brave go.
On the way back to camp, Big Horn retrieved his breechclout. He donned it
while leaving Coyote Thief's on the ground for him to fetch later. An aching
came from his belly. His hand found the crusting wound; it was more serious
than he realized so come morning, he'll ask his lover to apply some medicine
paste over it.
Big Horn neared the clearing. He was startled when stepping on something
soft over the ground. When he reached down, he discovered the boys' deerskin
flaps. A sly grin formed on his lips. He glanced back at the woods but heard
no further cries. He left the breechclouts where they lay. When the naked boys
were done playing with each other, they would come looking for them.
In camp, the brave couldn't find an empty ground mat to lay over so he
dropped to the dirt and quickly fell asleep.
Coyote Thief gripped his spear. He felt weary from all the love making
but it was a nice aching. More high-pitched cries were heard in the distance.
The man grinned. He recognized the joyful sounds coming from the boys who had
learned how to love each other completely.
The two youths stood together in the dark panting for breath. Pony Ear
heard ringing in his ears. His weary body was covered with sweat. Yet he was
glad to have been shown the way to join himself to his twin as one body. That
completed him as nothing ever had before. He smiled. Pony Tail had his head
resting over his right shoulder. His arms were wrapped around him as if never
letting go. The boy placed his hands over his brother's. He wanted them to
remain joined together this way forever.
Pony Tail sighed with contentment. He breathed in the lime-skin smell
from his brother's neck. Their heads rubbed together. They stood a moment
longer before Pony Ear felt the need to pull away. He reached out to a tree
and squatted, pushing out what filled his aching butt. He also pissed to his
brother's feet.
"Hey!" shouted Pony Tail. He got out of the way, remembering his own need
to piss. His cheeks were filled with a man's sperm but he didn't need to empty
his bowels.
The two boys held hands when they made their way back to camp. They
walked past the moonlit trees. Pony Ear heard a horse's soft snort that helped
find their way back. The boys nearly stumbled over Big Horn in the clearing.
That reminded them of their nakedness so a quiet search was made for their
breechclouts. Pony Tail found them in a pile at the forest's edge. He helped
dress his brother and his body was covered with deerskin flaps. They went to
the horses and fell to their ground mat like stones. Snoring was heard coming
from their parents. Soon, they too fell asleep.
The party spent all the next morning following the river. Light-in-his-
steps turned west at the river's branching and the forest was left behind
them. They entered rolling plains. Ahead of them, rising high to the sky were
the mountain brothers. Big Horn and Coyote Thief ran on ahead to scout.
"Wake up!" Pony Tail asked his brother. "I can see Mt. Moy ahead of us."
Pony Ear stirred from the mare's neck. He sat up stiffly and would have
fallen off the horse had his brother not been holding him from behind. He saw
the two mountains looming ahead. They seemed to be only a short journey away
but his father kept walking towards them all afternoon.
Pony Tail clutched his brother over the mare. Pony Ear often fidgeted as
if he had ants in his butt. Then he remembered the events from last night.
Morning-star wasn't feeling well. She'd thrown up that morning and didn't
feel like eating. Her strength waned. Light-in-his-steps put his wife over
the mare. The twins were split up; Pony Ear rode over the packed gelding and
space was found for Pony Tail over the stallion.
Big Horn and Coyote Thief returned later that day to eat with the family.
They reported nothing of interest; no signs of men, not even buffalo that were
known to roam these plains. The Spear-bearing warrior's People hunted bison in
the southern plains where they were more plentiful.
Father Sun dropped behind the peaks. It made the mountains glow like two
red-hot embers. There would still be daylight for a while longer but the party
set up camp. Light-in-his-steps wanted to reach Mt. Moy and climb its winding
path when it was daylight. He knew that the way up was a long one.
Pony Ear came to kneel at Coyote Thief's side. He offered the warrior a
drink from a water skin that hid his true intentions. The boy lingered with
him. Pleading was in his eyes for something. The man felt eyes on him,
especially from the boy's mother. Big Horn grew concerned. He tried coaxing
the boy away by asking him for a drink of water.
"My butt hurts," the boy finally admitted in a low whisper. Big Horn
gestured that to his lover.
Coyote Thief fetched his medicine pouch. He crushed herbs into a small
wooden bowl and added water to form a paste. Pony Ear lifted his rear flap. He
welcomed the man's fingers over his bottom, the rash cooling from the medicine
but what was really bothering him was its entrance. He couldn't explain that
the aching came from his hole with everyone was watching them.
Big Horn's belly wound was also tended to. The medicine eased its pain.
Pony Ear stood close by, watching them. He still appeared to be in distress.
When his brother tried coaxing him into a running game, Pony Ear walked
stiffly away.
Coyote Thief noticed the boy's discomfort. He suspected what was wrong so
he secretly palmed some of the paste for later use. His medicine pouch was
returned to a sack over Pai-alucia's back. Pony Ear wandered about, trying to
shake his brother from following him. Morning-star secured the food and water
pouches over the gelding. Light-in-his-steps spoke softly with her.
"Will your People allow a Spear-bearing warrior on their mountain?"
Morning-star slowly nodded. "They won't deny a peaceful visit from any of
the tribes. Especially if I put in a good word for him." The woman smiled.
"Have you noticed how your sons no longer fear that man? He has a gentle,
healing hand in spite of his five war feathers. Big Horn has caught his heart
and that's tamed him. Just as you had taken my heart."
Light-in-his-steps grinned. He gave his wife a tender kiss that would
have led to something more if she hadn't pushed him away.
"A third child is on the way," she scolded him. "If we're not careful,
they could be twins." Her tone was deadly serious.
The man shook his head. "I would be content for a girl." He turned
towards his horse to hide the bulge in his breechclout. It had been difficult
not being able to make love to his squaw for the past two moon. That's because
they feared making twins again, even if he were to penetrate her anally.
Everyone knew that seeding a woman during her early pregnancy could achieve
that. Her last birthing had been difficult and tore her body almost unto
death. They had waited ten years before risking another child. She wanted to
be with her parents and attended by her tribe's shaman when she gave birth.
Big Horn sat down. His belly wound weakened him as if he'd been in a long
run. He had hidden his pain from Coyote Thief when they'd scouted the plains.
The medicine helped but it was a sore reminder that they still didn't know
each other that well. He was a young brave from the Kalinlepi. Coyote Thief
was a seasoned warrior from an enemy tribe. They didn't have a long courtship.
Only their kindred spirits and male need had drawn them together, mated to
each other within a secret society of the Spear-bearing People. Their battle
from last night worried Big Horn. He wondered when other fights might erupt
coming out of their differences.
Coyote Thief wandered about camp. He was unaware of his lover's doubts. A
boy's suffering was foremost in his thoughts, especially since he was the
cause of it. Only the knob to his cock had stuck into Pony Ear's butt. It must
have hurt the boy enough that he'd sought his medicine. The man kept his
fingers closed around the paste within his left hand. He waited for the
opportunity to use it when the boy was alone.
The twins passed by Coyote Thief when playing a guessing game. The
warrior ducked behind a low hill. Pony Ear feigned his need to piss so he left
his brother to join the warrior. He found the man tucking his dripping cock
within his breechclout. They faced each other. The boy peered up at him with a
sense of urgency on his face. The warrior nodded with understanding, opening
his left hand to show that it was filled with healing paste. Pony Ear turned
around and eagerly lifted his rear flap. His legs were spread.
Coyote Thief squatted behind. He fingered paste deep through the boy's
cheeks, gently inserting some into his little asshole. The youth flinched. His
ringed muscles clamped around the man's finger. Coyote Thief wondered how even
the knob to his cock could have pushed into such tightness. He'd stabbed into
his stallion's slimy hole to vent his lust. Big Horn's butt had also managed
to fit in the warrior's all. This boy allowed himself to be raped last night
and was now suffering the consequences for it.
Pony Ear endured the man's fingering. He felt his pain going away and
released a sigh of relief. Coyote Thief took his time tending to him. The
boy's pole grew with excitement from having the man touching his butt.
When the warrior was done, Pony Ear remained bent over. He patted his
cheeks in a gesture for Coyote Thief to continue handling him. The man did.
Paste was rubbed over his bottom with deliberate care. Slowly, for both of
them to enjoy this sensual moment. The boy giggled when he felt his balls
being fingered. Coyote Thief reached around them to clasp the base of his
erection.
The man grew very excited. He stared at the boy's little butt that
seemed to be offered for his need. If not for fucking, then to enjoy handling
its soft curves and peering in for its entrance: a nice brown little hole! He
remembered how tight it had felt around his cock. His ejaculation into the
boy had been strong; enjoyable! The warrior scolded himself. He should use
Big Horn's asshole for that.
Coyote Thief subdued the demands of his lust. He fondly patted the boy's
bottom and stood up. Pony Ear spun around. He noticed the man's excitement
hidden within his breechclout so the boy revealed his, lifting his front flap
against his belly with a grin. The warrior eyed his stiff pole with fire in
his eyes. He wondered if the man would suck on it.
Pony Ear became bold. He grasped his foreskin and drew it back to pop his
knob out. Coyote Thief dropped back down to his haunches. He watched the youth
pull over his dick with a sly grin. The boy wanted to see the man's cock but
it remained covered by his breechclout. Another idea came to him.
With careful steps, Pony Ear advanced onto the man with his hard dick. He
pointed it at his face. Coyote Thief laughed. Yet his mouth opened and took in
the boy's erection. A big hand reached around to hold his little butt.
Pony Ear looked down at the feathered head bobbing over his groin. It
awed him that a powerful warrior was tending to his needs. Tingles filled his
dick, building quickly towards that exciting release that came at the end. The
boy held his breath to deepen his thrills. He reached out for Coyote Thief's
broad shoulders to hang on.
The man surrendered to the boy's wishes that matched his lusty desires.
He enjoyed sucking on Pony Ear's skinny erection. His tongue brushed over the
sensitive knob and he heard the boy's sharp gasps. Another breath was gulped
in and held. His hands enjoyed pulling over the youth's wiggly bottom.
When Pony Ear began to stab through the warrior's mouth, he felt his
hole aching him so his legs relaxed. It was enough to let Coyote Thief do all
the work. Lips pressed against his balls, gently drawing them into the man's
mouth to suck on along with his dick. That became too much for the boy. He
cried out in his high-pitched voice when feeling the tremendous thrills that
came from male pleasuring.
Pony Tail had finally gathered enough courage to follow after his brother
where he knew Coyote Thief was waiting. He suspected that they were going to
be doing something naked together. And he was right!
"What are you doing?" accused Pony Tail when he came upon them.
The warrior spun around on his knees to face the intruder. Relief filled
his eyes when he saw that it was only the other twin.
"Coyote Thief was putting medicine into my butt hole," explained Pony Ear.
Pony Tail shook his head. "That's not what I saw!"
Pony Ear lifted his front flap to show off his spit-glistening erection
with a giggle. "The warrior was sucking on my dick. Let him suck on yours!"
The boy's twin seemed reluctant so he gestured for Coyote Thief to also do his
brother.
Coyote Thief released a nervous breath. He'd already dared much with the
one boy and now he risked more if he were to suck on his twin. But it was an
exciting idea to pleasure mere boys. Real humiliation for a five-feathered
warrior but he owed something to Pony Ear for having fucked him.
Pony Ear went to his brother and led him in front of Coyote Thief. He
lifted both of their front flaps. His twin's pole slept over his balls while
his remained stiff. The man leaned his face towards them.
Coyote Thief took Pony Ear's stiff into his mouth and gently sucked on
it. He glanced at Pony Tail's groin, watching his pole grow with excitement.
In only a few heart beats, the youth bore an erection. He pulled from Pony
Ear's dick to suck on his brother's.
Pony Tail gasped. He looked down at the feathered head bobbing over his
groin. He couldn't believe his eyes. The warrior was really sucking him! It
felt good, like what his brother had done for him yesterday. Pony Ear clutched
his waist and giggled knowingly.
When Pony Tail cried out, the warrior released him to pounce on his
brother's dick again. The satisfied youth panted for breath. Watched the man
sucking on his brother with wide eyes. Pony Ear humped his butt when he dared
to stab through the warrior's mouth. A sharp breath was blown from his lungs.
His eyes fluttered. The boy's outcry revealed that he was enjoying his ending
thrills very much.
Coyote Thief stood up. He glanced down at himself and saw the manly bulge
pushing against his breechclout. Pony Ear's front flap was lifted from his
groin by his erection. He clung to his twin, panting for breath. Fire was in
the boy's eyes. It was a cute display of sexual relief in one so young.
Pony Ear recovered quickly. He still felt very excited and his daring
made him reach into the warrior's deerskin cloth to grasp his cock. His
brother giggled at his boldness. He was curious to feel the man's erection so
he too reached his hand inside. Groin hair brushed against his wrist. He felt
warm skin, the moistness of perspiration against his fingers when he sought
hard manhood. Pony Ear's hand rubbed against his. He found the warrior's cock
and grasped the tip of it. There was oozing felt against his palm.
Coyote Thief crossed his arms over his chest and stood proud. He glared
down at the naughty boys. His cock felt really good. Two small hands clutched
his manhood and in the boys' eyes he saw utter worship. He wouldn't allow them
to pull his breechclout away to reveal his cock when they tried.
Pony Ear lowered his hand along the stiff cock to find Coyote Thief's
balls. They were more than a handful! Soft, moist and filled with rounded orbs
that the boy knew could produce sperm. His brother's hand pulled over the
man's foreskin with an experienced rhythm.
Coyote Thief enjoyed the boys' handling but he kept his eyes about. It
would go badly for him if he were to be caught by the twin's parents. He felt
the building thrills but wouldn't allow himself to be brought to cumming.
That he could only do by himself at need or in Big Horn's arms per his vow on
their pa-he-wat-che.
Pony Tail was first to notice a man coming around the hill. Their father?!
He breathed a sigh of relief when it was only Big Horn. The boys pulled their
hands from the warrior's breechclout and ran away.
Big Horn stalked up to his lover. 'What were they doing to you?'
Coyote Thief lowered his hands down to his side. He knew that the brave
could see his hard manhood display. Only a shy grin was given Big Horn in
reply. The brave came to stand before him. He smiled, reaching into the front
of his breechclout to grasp his cock.
'Are you in awe of its size too?' gestured the warrior, laughing.
Big Horn copped a quick feel of it. 'Can my butt coax it out of hiding?'
He turned around while lifting the rear end to his breechclout. His butt
pressed onto the warrior's covered groin. There was a soft rustling sound from
behind followed by bodily warmth against him. He felt the man's cock sticking
between his cheeks. It oozed against his hole, slowly penetrating him. The
brave managed to fit in the warrior's knob without using spit. Then there came
pain. So much so that he had to push his lover away. He spat to his fingers
and brought it back to his aching hole. When he could manage two of his wet
fingers inside himself, he led the warrior's cock back into his asshole. It
slipped in with ease.
"Aee, Big Horn!" breathed Coyote Thief. He reached down for the brave's
hips and began his stabs. The boys had excited him in a man's way so he needed
to release his lust. He was glad that Big Horn accepted his urgent need.
Little did they know that two boys peeked on them from around the hill.
The men were too caught up in their love act to notice. Coyote Thief
drove his cock through the brave's tight hole, enjoying his male thrills. He
stared down at the brown cheeks that were partial covered by a breechclout.
The deerskin cloth rubbed against his breechclout covering his groin. His cock
was sticking out from the side, mostly hidden from view when he buried himself
deeper into the brave's ass.
The boys strained to see how the men's bodies were connected. They
watched them fucking from their hiding place at the foot of the hill. Big Horn
could be seen but his body blocked what was happening behind him. Only from
Coyote Thief's surging hands and the way the brave arched his back forward
could the boys sense what was going on. Pony Ear tapped on his brother's
shoulder and pointed up at the hill.
Pony Tail followed his twin around the far side of the dirt mound where
they found a place to climb it. When reaching the top, they dropped down on
all fours to crawl on their bellies. They eagerly looked down on the two men.
Pony Ear grinned. He could see Coyote Thief stabbing into the young brave. His
cock pulling back a moment before driving into the man's ass. Again and again!
Big Horn was bent over to stick his butt out for fucking. It was an exciting
thing to watch.
Coyote Thief became frenzied. His cock pounded Big Horn's ass until he
filled it with a strong gush of his sperm. The warrior grunted with male
satisfaction when he was done. The brave straightened his back, reached behind
for his lover's ass and held it to keep their bodies together for a while
longer. He relished this ending moment when they were truly one.
The boys turned to each other with sly grins. Their eyes returned to the
men and watched them separate their bodies. Coyote Thief tucked his cock back
into his breechclout. He adjusted Big Horn's rear cloth so that it covered his
butt. They turned to each other and kissed.
Pony Ear turned to his brother. He felt a yearning in his breast, love
bursting in his heart for Pony Tail. He leaned over to his twin, daring to
steal a kiss from him. Their lips pressed together. It happened.
"Yuck!" exclaimed Pony Tail. He rolled away to avoid his brother. The
ground beneath him sloped down sharply and the little boy tumbled off the
hill. Pony Ear chased after him with a shout.
Coyote Thief heard the commotion. He saw Pony Tail fall to the ground with
a thud. Pony Ear jumped down from the hill and helped his brother up. Dust was
slapped from his breechclout. Their eyes then turned to the men with dread.
'We were spied on,' gestured Big Horn. He raced to the two boys and
picked up Pony Tail, holding the youth up-side-down to shake dust from his
body. His flaps fell away to reveal his butt and stiff pole. The youth
struggled to get free.
"I've caught me an enemy scout!" said Big Horn. "Look. He has a short
spear pointing at me!" The brave brought Pony Tail's groin to his face and he
kissed over the boy's fleshy weapon. Then he took it into his mouth.
Pony Tail squirmed to free himself because he feared being dropped on his
head. His efforts stopped when he felt his dick being sucked. The brave's
fingers dug into his butt. He wrapped his arms around Big Horn's legs to keep
himself from falling, his legs hanging over the brave's shoulders. Pony Ear
giggled behind him.
Big Horn enjoyed the boy's stiff pole slipping through his mouth. He
pulled over the wiggly butt, forcing Pony Tail's stabs. It didn't take long
for the youth to cry out.
Pony Tail was carefully lowered back to the ground. His deerskin flaps
fell back over his nakedness though a bulge could be seen from the front. He
stood shakily before the two men. Pony Ear came to his side and clutched him.
"Do you have a little 'spear' aimed at me?" Big Horn asked with a grin.
Pony Ear was a little afraid but he nodded his head, lifting his front
flap to show off his erection. Big Horn grabbed the mischievous youth when he
tried to run. The boy was lifted from the ground and turned until he hung
up-side-down. The brave kissed over the boy's hard dick and sucked on his
balls. A sweet torturing was given to Pony Ear.
Pony Tail danced around Big Horn. He saw his brother's long hair sweeping
the dirt. The cheeks to his butt were being gripped by both of the man's big
hands. To keep himself from falling, Pony Ear clutched the brave's legs. His
face pressed against Big Horn's covered groin. His mouth opened when he tried
biting the man's cock within. He wasn't going to surrender without a fight!
Coyote Thief laughed at the spectacle. He saw Big Horn slip the boy's
pole into his mouth and suck on it. But what drew his eyes were the youth's
flexing cheeks. Driving himself to stab the brave. His butt opened from the
man's hands gripping him. The warrior peeked on the boy's little hole.
Pony Tail giggled. He knew how good it felt to get tortured by Big Horn.
Coyote Thief stepped closer to the pair, bringing his face onto Pony Ear's
butt. The warrior seemed to be kissing it!
Pony Ear felt two hungry mouths over his body. Big Horn sucked on the
front of him and Coyote Thief licked in back. He felt the warrior's tongue
wiggle deeper through his butt cheeks until reaching its entrance. Going in!
The boy felt his dick surging from being sucked. Having his hole licked sent
him over the edge. Sharp ending thrills! The youth cried out in his high-
pitched voice.
Coyote Thief tasted the medicine he'd put in Pony Ear that mingled with
the boy's anal bitterness. Yet he was greatly excited to be eating out his
butt. Its tightness yielded to his seeking tongue. He had to pull away to take
a breath before attacking the youth again with his tongue, teeth and lips.
Big Horn felt the warrior's hands over his, clutching Pony Ear's wiggly
butt. He was enjoying the front of his captured boy. The stiff pole slipped
through his mouth with quick stabs. His nose pressed into the youth's small
clutch of balls that smelled. There came a sharp outcry. The brave tightened
his lips around the skinny erection, sensing the boy's climax from its strong
single thump.
Coyote Thief felt a tightening around his tongue. The boy's clamped hole
kept him from darting in anymore. An outcry... The warrior knew that Big Horn
had brought the youth to his climax.
Pony Ear was gently lowered back to the ground. He stood shakily, a
dreamy look filling his eyes. Pony Tail kept him from falling with an arm
around his brother's waist. The men laughed at them.
Pony Tail daringly stuck his tongue out. He was joined by his brother who
erupted into song. It was the mocking challenge a boy gives to anger another.
'Go, rabbits!' the warrior gestured.
The twins gleaned Coyote Thief's meaning and ran around the hill. They
discovered their father on the other side who'd been looking for them.
Big Horn released a tense sigh. He turned to the warrior and gestured.
'I have a spear pointed at you. Surrender!'
Coyote Thief's eyes fell down to the brave's covered bulge. He pulled
on Big Horn's cloth to reveal his hard cock. Its knob was popped out from the
foreskin, glistening with male excitement. The warrior gestured surrender
before turning around with his butt sticking out.
Big Horn reached down to pull his lover's breechclout from his butt. The
warrior brought spit back to his hole, readying himself for penetration. His
fingers led the brave's cock between his cheeks. Felt the oozing knob pushing
on his hole and slip inside. All of the brave's length slowly filled his ass.
Big Horn felt a heaviness in his stomach from sweet expectation.
His first stabs were wonderful. He looked down at the Coyote Thief's
brown ass, surrendering to his cock's attack. Big Horn gripped the warrior's
hips to stab him again and again. His chest pounded against the man's sweaty
back. He kept himself deeply buried. A big hand reached back to grip his butt;
not to pull over his backside as his usual wont when they fucked but to simply
hold him. They danced slowly. Male bodies connecting as one.
Big Horn felt an aching from his asshole. He was already filled with
love and his intent was to fill Coyote Thief with his manly love. The brave
rested his head over the warrior's back, eyes closing when the thrills became
intense. He seeded the man. No cries of warning were forthcoming. He panted
against the warrior who clutched him while he rested.
The sharp twang of a grass jumper was heard at their feet. Big Horn found
the winged insect turning itself over the branch of a small bush. It launched
into the air with a loud zing and was quickly lost from sight. He pressed his
lips against Coyote Thief's back, licking over his salty perspiration.
"Jeh-eb, Contha-gwa..." Big Horn took in a sharp breath when his heart
soared like an eagle coming from their love.
Coyote Thief's hand relaxed. He stepped from the young brave and turned
to him. He found his hands being clasped. Big Horn peered deeply into his eyes
with much love.
"I love you, Big Horn." The warrior gently freed his hands and lifted
them along the brave's arms until reaching his shoulders. They were gripped.
A shyness filled Big Horn's eyes, causing them to fall. Coyote Thief looked
down and noticed the raw belly wound. That made him frown.
Big Horn slumped his shoulders. He too saw where the warrior's eyes had
fallen on him and it made him sad. Worry threatened to choke his heart.
Coyote Thief lifted his eyes. He caught the brave's worried glance and he
spoke again, knowing that his words wouldn't be understood. His tone was soft.
"Love already fills our hearts but we need to learn more about each other.
You are young and inexperienced with life. I shall teach you all that I know
even if there's only a few moons remaining to my life."
Big Horn didn't understand most of the man's words yet they were softly
spoken and that helped calm his fears. He brought the warrior into his arms
for a gentle hug. They kissed. Grass jumpers were heard flying through the air
all around them. Sharp twangs that the brave would remember for the rest of
his days.
The lovers eventually returned to camp. Morning-star had set up ground
mats and her husband was tending to the horses. The twins sat together playing
a guessing game that was briefly interrupted when they acknowledged Coyote
Thief's and Big Horn's return with giggling.
The brave's belly wound was tended with more healing paste. Coyote Thief
thought that a medicine bandage should cover it but Big Horn didn't want one.
The brave's eyes were kept lowered from the others. He hoped that no one would
ask him about it.
Light-in-his-steps noticed Big Horn's discomfort; not from his attempts
at hiding his pain but from something else. He didn't recall how the brave had
been injured.
Morning-star felt well enough to eat. She nibbled down a stick of jerky
while watching her sons play. Often, their eyes went to the feathered warrior.
Cute smiles that hinted of something secret that the woman couldn't fathom.
Her husband took up a position of guarding.
Big Horn laid out their ground mats. He felt weary enough for sleep and
was glad that Light-in-his-steps was taking his turn watching their camp.
Coyote Thief laid down beside him. The two men quickly fell asleep.
Later that night, Light-in-his-steps wakened Coyote Thief for guard duty.
The moon had nearly fallen down the sky. There was enough light for hand
gesturing so the two men conversed as they walked away from the others.
'The plains are still. Not even any signs of animals,' gestured Light-in-
his-steps. 'Come morning, we will travel to the foot of Mt. Moy and climb up.'
Coyote Thief only grunted. He wondered why the man chose to walk with him
instead of finding sleep in the arms of his wife.
'That low hill is a good place to sit and watch,' continued Light-in-his-
steps. 'But if there is trouble, our horses will give us warning.' The two men
circled around camp and headed for the dirt mound.
Coyote Thief stopped before it. Fond memories of making love to Big Horn
filled his head. He turned to Light-in-his-steps and took hold of his spear.
The man was slow to surrender it though. That puzzled him.
'What is troubling you?' asked Coyote Thief.
Light-in-his-steps shifted nervously over his feet. He released his spear
with his eyes boring into the five-feathered warrior. 'You have been showing
my sons things of your People's ways.'
Fear gripped Coyote Thief's heart. He simply nodded in reply.
'You have Big Horn for that.'
"Aee," answered Coyote Thief softly. He didn't detect anger from the man,
only concern and something else that he couldn't glean. 'Return to your squaw.'
Light-in-his-steps didn't respond. He remained at the warrior's side.
There was a tightness in the front of his breechclout. The darkness hid it.
'She is with child,' gestured Light-in-his-steps. 'I have not lain with
her in the fear that my seed could get her with twins.'
Coyote Thief puzzled over the man's statement. Big Horn had told him
about Morning-star's difficult birthing of her boys and that she risked
bearing another child only after ten long years had passed.
'It is good that your wife is returning to her own People,' answered
Coyote Thief. 'She is strong and will give you a third child. Then you can
try for another one.'
Light-in-his-steps nodded. 'She wants a girl. I have mostly lain over her
back at night to satisfy my needs since we feared making a baby. Is it the
same with your People? To spend a man's lust anally?'
Coyote Thief was taken back by the man's question. It was a concern
that wasn't usually discussed, especially between strangers. He realized that
Light-in-his-steps was trying to lead their conversation somewhere.
The man continued. 'For several moons, I've not even dared to seed her
butt. We feared making twins again.'
Ah. Light-in-his-steps was aching badly, thought Coyote Thief. He noted
the man's tense stance at his side. Under the faint moonlight, he saw a
telling bulge within his breechclout. Sexual excitement filled the air. That
made the growing silence between them become unbearable.
'Amongst my People, a needing man has been known to spend his lust anally
be it with his squaw or a willing man...'
A long sigh escaped from Light-in-his-steps. He daringly reached down to
handle his hard cock. The sensation was sweet, especially with someone like
Coyote Thief watching him. He tried casting away his feelings of guilt.
Coyote Thief gently released the spear to the ground. He stood up with
his back to Light-in-his-steps. The end of his breechclout was pulled from his
thong belt, softly dropping to their feet and exposing his butt. Nothing
happened for a long tense moment.
A strong calloused hand was then felt over Coyote Thief's ass. Kneading
his cheeks with lust. He heard Light-in-his-steps' trembling breath. A soft
rustling of deerskin when he pulled his front cloth from his belt. Spit was
taken down to the warrior's hole to prepare the way. He spread his legs,
offering his body to the needing man.
Coyote Thief felt a seeking stab. His butt tightened a moment before
surrendering himself to the man's penetration. A warmth pressed against his
back. Groin hair crunched against his cheeks when their male bodies came
together for mating. His hips were held by strong trembling hands.
Light-in-his-steps began his thrusts. He felt the warrior's slimy
tightness around his cock that wasn't much different from what he felt when
fucking Morning-star. But this was a man he was taking; an enemy warrior from
the Spear-bearing Tribe! He wasn't being unfaithful to his wife by mounting
another man.
Coyote Thief stood silently as the man conquered his ass. There was no
love between them but being Mahyee-na, it was his duty to give himself to a
needing man. Even if he had a squaw for that. Coyote Thief didn't believe that
seeding a woman from behind could get her with twins but it was the excuse
this man had given for seeking him out to spend lust.
Light-in-his-steps looked down at what he was doing. They were standing
sideways to the falling moon so he could see the man's cheeks humping against
his groin, his hard cock pushing in and out of it. Mounting this warrior's
butt felt better than laying over his wife. He eagerly drove himself towards
completion that felt sweeter because he was doing another man - a warrior who
wore more eagle feathers in his hair than himself.
Coyote Thief crossed his arms over his chest. He felt the frenzied pace
increase in his ass, savage stabs that reminded him of being raped. But this
wasn't the battlefield. He'd not fallen before someone better than him who
sought a joining of their bodies to cause humiliation for him. No. He stood
proud and allowed Light-in-his-steps to seek male relief in him. That was the
Mahyee-na way.
Light-in-his-steps closed his eyes. He couldn't deny his feeling of lust
for another man but he wanted to finish it quickly. For too long he's endured
being apart from his wife for sex. They both feared its result. In another
man, he could find relief that didn't risk making a child. That was why he was
standing behind Coyote Thief in the dark.
Coyote Thief felt the man's sexual power. His cock lifted within his
breechclout and ached with lust. But he couldn't offer it any relief. This
wasn't Big Horn who stood behind him so the warrior ignored the needs from the
front of his male body. Only the rear of his body could embrace joyous sex,
man to man. That was enough for him.
A squishing sound came from the two joined men. Light-in-his-steps held
his breath that made his belly tremble, heightening his male thrills. He was
more accustomed to fucking while laying down over his wife's back. Standing
was a new position for him. Yet it felt good, giving his body an ease of
motion by bending his legs and bucking his hips back and forth. Driving his
hard cock quickly in and out of the man's tight hole. Fucking Coyote Thief
felt really good! His more savage stabs made the warrior grunt.
The painful stiffening in Coyote Thief's hole signaled the man's nearing
climax. He arched his body forward to allow Light-in-his-steps a deeper
penetration into his squawness. The wild stabbing suddenly ended. The man kept
himself in deep when flooding his butt with cum.
No joyous outcry came from Light-in-his-steps' lips. He pulled over
Coyote Thief's hips to bury himself deep in that man's ass when he spermed. It
was long-lasting, strong and very pleasurable. At its ending, he clutched the
warrior's hard body for a moment of rest. Then guilt filled his heart; much
regret.
Coyote Thief slowly straightened his back. He felt strong throbs in his
butt that were like a drum's ending beat. Light-in-his-steps had slipped his
left hand around him to clutch his chest. Holding him while catching his
breath. They didn't stand together for long.
Light-in-his-steps opened his eyes. He released the warrior and stepped
back to separate their bodies. His dripping cock lowering to his balls as if
going to sleep. He hurriedly pulled his front cloth over his belt to cover
himself before running away.
Coyote Thief wasn't surprised when the man left him without a word.
Light-in-his-steps was a lover of women so his act with him was done only out
of need. Its result gave him a filled butt. The only proof of what had occurred
between them this night.
The hill rose darkly before Coyote Thief. He clutched the rear end of his
breechclout but didn't tuck it over his thong belt when he climbed. There was
a silky sensation from his butt that came with each step; his overly-filled
hole. That made the warrior feel a sense of completion for having captured
another man's essence inside him. At the hill's summit, the warrior pulled
away the front to his breechclout. He stood naked under the stars with his
arms stretching up to them in triumph.
The moon was full and bright in the night's sky. Clouds around the milky
white orb were like the dark cheeks of his butt filled with cum. His asshole
felt a lusty connection to the sky's asshole. It was an omen to the warrior.
Coyote Thief reached down to handle his aching cock. Cum was taken from
his butt and smeared over his foreskin to aid in masturbation; some was even
brought up to his nose to sniff. Sweet smelling, a strong male scent! The
warrior beat himself towards a powerful climax.
Lusty thoughts filled the warrior's head. They weren't proud things he'd
ever admit to anyone, not even to his Big Horn yet they were powerful images
that helped him to beat off. He imagined backing onto his stallion's long cock
and getting bestially fucked. Pai-alucia's piercing whistle filling his ears
when his sore butt was getting filled with waterskins-full of horse cum. The
sweet thrills tingled along his cock. He then dreamed of a line of needing
braves and warriors taking their turn stabbing into him and leaving behind
their sperm. The lusty rite completed, boys were given their turn fucking him.
Their skinny dicks churning his bloated asshole. After each youth's outcry,
they'd pull from his butt with manly cum dripping down from their poles. Adult
understanding filling their cute, longing faces.
A warning tingle rose from his balls that became a strong squirt from his
cock. So powerful was Coyote Thief's climax that he also pushed cum from his
butt. Both sides of his body emptied to the ground at his feet. His male rite
was completed. After a long weary sigh, the man reached down for his
breechclout. He donned it and walked down the hill to fetch his spear. He
silently stood guard over camp with a smile on his face.
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{I'm writing stories for the 'Shaman Willow Bird' series! I'll have -part 1-
completed by the end of Jan. 2001 and will post it with the Nifty Archive.}
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