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BIGHORN9.TXT                              "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na"
A pre-Willow Bird story! (part 9)          Copyright 2000-2002 by Vince Water
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*                    "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na"                    *
                                 - part 9 -

     Coyote Thief saw urgency in his lover's face. He had to run to keep up
with Big Horn when he raced around the big lodge. Moss-bowl lodges were found
in all directions. This was the middle of camp; no place to relieve one's self
yet the brave found a spot - a small stand of trees that afforded some
privacy. He watched Big Horn drop to his haunches against a slim pine.

     A quick head sweep assured Coyote Thief that no one was near. His eyes
returned to the ailing brave. He heard a bubbling sound. Big Horn's left hand
clutched the rear of his breechclout, pulling it away from his butt. Relief
filled the young man's eyes.

     'Do not push too hard,' Coyote Thief warned. He saw the sharp pain on his
lover's face.

     Big Horn couldn't help himself. His butt was really hurting so he tried
empting it. Another urgent push. Nothing more was coming out but he felt the
need to keep trying. His face became tense from the pain. A strong hand pulled
on his arm that forced him to stand up.

     Coyote Thief gave his lover a grim smile. Big Horn clutched his aching
butt and slowly stood beside him. Their eyes peered down at the tree roots, at
the pool of cum he'd left behind.

     Big Horn felt embarrassed. When he noticed Coyote Thief's tense face, he
gestured at his similar need to empty his bowels against the tree but the man
shook his head.

     'I am a strong warrior,' answered Coyote Thief. He crossed his arms over
his chest with pride showing on his face.

     Big Horn frowned. 'And I am only a mere brave?'

     'You don't see me clutching my butt,' gestured Coyote Thief. He laughed.
To put his lover at ease, he gave Big Horn a fond shoulder slap. They walked
away from the trees together.

     Coyote Thief led his brave through camp. It was abuzz with activity. Women
were sitting over ground mats outside their lodges to sew, prepare food or to
keep an eye on their youngsters. Some smiled up at them. Big Horn was glad
that the enemy warrior had found acceptance amongst this tribe and wondered if
his own People ever would.

     Few men could be found. They were out guarding the mountain trail, tending
horses or seeking refuge in the men's big lodge to relax. Big Horn envied the
leisurely pace of this tribe. They were a very different People from his own,
not concerned with being attacked or having to hunt. They had more time for
artistic pursuits such as pottery. That's what the Moss-bowl Tribe were known
for. The Valley Tribes often came here to trade.

     A two-feathered warrior came into sight. Big Horn was quick to raise his
hand and his greeting was returned. The man wore a painted shirt that was
adorned with blue seashells. His breechclout was plain deerskin but his
leggings were dazzling with its painted designs. His beaded moccasins showed
much artistry. No weapons were tucked in his thong belt, the brave noticed.
These were a carefree People. Their mountain made for a cold home but it was a
safe one.

     The Moss-bowl warrior passed them by. Big Horn hugged his chest. Though
Father Sun was nearing the height in His sky, fog obscured His heated Face. It
wouldn't warm up until later in the day. He was glad that there was no wind
blowing, otherwise his sweated body would be chilled. He wondered why Coyote
Thief hadn't returned to the men's big lodge to relax. His butt still ached.

     The forest came into view. Coyote Thief knew of a way to soothe his
lover's pain so he took to the woodland path. Big Horn walking stiffly behind
him. He tried keeping to a slow pace.

     Coyote Thief breathed in the strange smells of the forest. Tree leaves had
a strong odor, he noticed. He was more used to the plains with its dry grass,
flowers, buzzing insects and buffalo dung. Nothing to block the strength of
Father Sun from shining down on him. He missed the heat and the familiar smells.
These woods were strange.

     Their path was also strange. Stones had been lain into the dirt that
seemed unnatural to the warrior. He had to mind himself from stubbing his toes.
Big Horn wasn't afforded the protection of moccasins yet he didn't seem to
notice. His eyes were looking forward and not at the ground. He had a bright
face that proved how much he enjoyed the forest.

     Coyote Thief trembled. The mountain air was cold even though it was nearly
noon. Trees blocked the direct sunlight. His eyes darted at menacing shadows
until he assured himself that they were safe with the Moss-bowl. Only one
mountain path led up to this tribe and it was guarded. He never heard of an
attack on these People. Only in the valleys below were they vulnerable but few
ventured away from their mountain protector. They didn't have to. People from
other tribes made the climb to trade for their finely crafted pots. His shaman
had taken him on a peaceful visit with the Moss-bowl when he was a boy.

     That pleasant memory filled the warrior's head. There were men from this
Mountain Tribe who had shown him love. Shaman Snarling Bear also embraced his
manly needs with them, encouraging his young charge to do the same. It had
been an awakening moment in his life but he didn't pursue male sex with those
from his own tribe.

     Coyote Thief wondered why he endured those many lonely years from boyhood
to the seasoned warrior he became. No squaw interested him. Nor did he turn to
his own sex in search of love. Earning head feathers had been the focus of his
life. The People respected his accomplishments and that drew a band of braves
to him, teaching them skills of the hunt and their glory in battle awarded the
young men with feathers of their own. He'd given up hope for a life companion.
Then he met Big Horn.

     Strong emotion swelled in the warrior's heart. His life was complete by
having this brave as his lover. It was more than having sex. They spent all
their time together, learning from each other, conversing, sharing chores,
laughing, and all the other moments in one's life that gives it greater
meaningful by having a close companion. Big Horn made him very happy.

     The smell of death startled Coyote Thief from his thoughts. He looked
around for danger, noting that Big Horn had lost his cheery expression. The
trees on the right side of their path had given way to a clearing with raised
platforms. Objects were tied to the wooden structures that bumped in the wind.
Thick animal hides covered the bodies. This sacred place was where the
Moss-bowl raised their dead and explained the significants of the stone path
they walked. The warrior looked away with distain. His People practiced
different death rites that released a person's spirit through fire.

     This Death Stand reminded Coyote Thief of his own mortality. His son,
Smiles A Lot had delivered Snarling Bear's prophecy of his coming death. This
would be his last summer. At least he found love before the end and that was a
great comfort to him. He had this summer to pass on his teachings to Big Horn.
In turn, a fatherless boy would learn Mahyee-na love from him.

     Trees returned to both sides of the path. Both men sighed with relief.
Coyote Thief picked up his pace, not turning to his companion or giving any
indication of their destination.

     'Where are we going?' Big Horn finally asked.

     Coyote Thief gestured, 'To a stream.' He sniffed himself and made the sign
for 'bad smell' by dropping his cupped hand from his nose.

     Big Horn smiled. He lifted his breechclout flaps to air his sex-stained
body. Coyote Thief eyed his naked parts. Not from lust; they'd spent themselves
in the men's big lodge already. Two warriors had seeded their butts and they
didn't even know their names.

     The stone path made a lazy left turn through the trees and ended at a
river. There was a clearing beyond. A sweat lodge stood there, unoccupied.

     Big Horn didn't look forward to crossing this river. Its waters were
likely even colder than what he endured in the muddy river back home and there
was no hot sun to dry their bodies afterwards. He saw Coyote Thief dropping his
breechclout on the bank. Oh. They were to bathe here. With reluctance, he
untied the thong belt from around his waist and dropped his flaps over the
warrior's. They eyed each other in silence.

     Coyote Thief stood on the balls of his feet as if awaiting battle. His
dark skin was adorned with scars. Muscles bulged in his outstretching arms and
his legs were poised to spring at Big Horn. The brave shook his head. He didn't
feel up to wrestling with the grim warrior. His belly wound was hurting. That
reminded him of the last time they tested their strength against each other
that had resulted in him becoming injured.

     Big Horn saw understanding in his lover's face. Coyote Thief glanced down
his belly, at his crusted wound. Sadness crept into the warrior's eyes. The
brave clutched his butt and feigned pain. He wanted to divert his lover's
attention from their clash in the woods. It worked. The warrior smiled at him.

     Coyote Thief turned himself sideways to Big Horn. He clutched his butt and
smiled fiercely. 'What we did in the men's big lodge was exciting,' he gestured
with his free hand. 'Though the darkness hid our faces, male lust revealed
itself and it fills us.' He slapped his cheeks with a wicked grin.

     Big Horn returned his lover's smile. He stepped up to him and turned
around. Their bodies came together with butts touching. They held hands to
complete their backwards embrace.

     "We are Mahyee-na," answered Big Horn. He rubbed his cheeks against Coyote
Thief's and enjoyed that sensual feel. Their heads came together. The grip of
their hands tightened in confirmation of what they were.

     "Ahn teh-la jey-eb Mahyee-na," said Coyote Thief in agreement.

     Big Horn sighed. He rubbed his long hair against the warrior's, felt the
warmth of his back pressing against him and their butts humped nicely together
in an act of sex that expressed the female part of their spirits. The front of
their bodies were male. He'd stuck into Coyote Thief's butt to express his love
and his butt was also filled. Other men had fucked them but only to vent lust.

     Coyote Thief stopped flexing his cheeks against him. A bubbling sound came
from his butt. When he tried stepping away, Big Horn tightened his grip around
the man's hands to keep their bodies together. A smile filled the brave's lips.
He also pushed out what remained in his butt. Cum flowed from their assholes.

     Big Horn resumed flexing his cheeks against Coyote Thief's. Their held
hands struggled at their sides while wet slippery butts bucked and pounded
together as if wrestling. No. It was more like fucking but from the rear of
their bodies. A surge went through the men. It felt like a strong climax. Cum
was flowing not from their balls but to them and it felt the same as male
release. Both men enjoyed their sharp thrills.

     That had come as an unexpected pleasure for Big Horn. His butt hurt from
getting dicked in the men's big lodge; it still ached him yet getting it filled
with cum had given him a deep sense of completion. He truly was Mahyee-na.
Another man, stronger than himself shared his spirit. Coyote Thief also loved
him and they shared one heart.

     Big Horn felt very happy. He no longer thought of himself as a bad person
for desiring those of his sex. Coyote Thief filled that empty place in his life
and was teaching him warrior skills so that he would achieve that honorable
status in the eyes of his tribe. Would the Kalinlepi come to accept what he
was? Probably not. He drove that troubling thought away by his resolve to never
regret following his spirit. With this warrior's help, he had found his path in
life. He was Mahyee-na.

     Coyote Thief enjoyed his backwards embrace with Big Horn. He realized its
significants - that part of their bodies men found sexual relief in as if they
were women. It did not shame himself as a man. His five eagle feathers proved
his worth as a warrior and he performed as one when making love to this brave.
He looked down at himself. His cock stood up against his belly. How many times
had he stuck into his companion's ass and filled it? He'd lost count.

     There was a coolness coming from his balls. Coyote Thief saw the cum
dripping down from his loins that had come from his butt. Two men had stuck in
it. That nameless man with the nice looking curves who shared a moment of sex
with him followed by Big Horn mounting him. Their seed mingled in his asshole.
It was flowing out and lost to the ground. Only the brave's love remained, deep
in his heart for always.

     The two men continued to rub their wet butts together. It was a moment in
their lives they would never forget.

     When Coyote Thief tried pulling his hands away, Big Horn let him. They
turned to face each other. Knowing smiles were on their lips. The lovers
embraced, cock on cock and they kissed fiercely with much love.

     Big Horn gasped for breath. The warrior's big hands loosened from around
his back and they stood apart, facing each other. Their cocks had grown hard.
He considered making love to his warrior but lust had been drained from his
balls. He knew that they would embrace their needs again sometime soon.

     Coyote Thief turned for the river. After kicking off his moccasins, he
waded in. Big Horn reluctantly followed him into the cold water. His feet
slipped over stone; not mud as he was expecting and unlike the river that
flowed past the Kalinlepi camp, it was clear and fast moving. Very cold!

     The men were quick with their baths. Water was brought up in their cupped
hands and splashed over their heads, faces and chests. Big Horn scrubbed the
sweat from his lower body. He slipped fingers through his cheeks to clean his
butt. It didn't ache him as much because of the cold water.

     Coyote Thief stood in the river. Big Horn rose to his feet but instead of
returning to the bank, he waded towards the other side. The sweat lodge drew
his curiosity. The warrior showed reluctance in following him but with a raised
hand, he coaxed his lover to come along.

     Their breechclouts had been left behind. That's what concerned Coyote
Thief but he couldn't deny Big Horn's desire to explore. He swam across the
river to catch up with his lover and together, they approached the sweat lodge.

     'It is large,' gestured Coyote Thief. The structure could easily seat two
handfuls of naked men. Big Horn pointed out the round stones piled outside next
to a fire pit. Its ashes felt cold against his palm.

     The sweat lodge stood lower than the Moss-bowl dwellings in camp. Buffalo
hides covered the roof, sewn together to trap steam within. The door flap was
not dropped. That afforded the men a peek inside but it was too dark to see
much. Coyote Thief breathed in deeply. His nose detected the strong smell of
men who had sweated here. It was an attractive scent.

     Big Horn also noticed. With a sly grin, he dropped to his knees and
entered the sweat lodge. Coyote Thief following behind him. Mats covered the
ground except for a depression in the center. That's where the heated stones
were placed during the sweat, he realized. His hand bumped against a clay bowl.
It would be filled with water and poured over the hot stones and the heads of
the men enduring their cleansing rite. Not much different from the sweat rites
practiced by the Kalinlepi.

     Coyote Thief breathed through his nose, enjoying the manly smell of this
place that was giving him a hard on. Lusty memories dropped into his head. He'd
been here once before.

     Big Horn sat over a mat. He turned to Coyote Thief and saw the distant
look in his eyes that came from being in the past. 'Tell me where you were.'

     That plea startled Coyote Thief but he lifted his hands to answer him.
'A memory from my youth. My shaman had taken me on a visit to these Mountain
People. We were invited to sweat in this lodge. An honor for a mere boy.
Snarling Bear held me in his lap to comfort me when the heat became too great.
I endured it.'

     Big Horn looked around the empty lodge and tried imagining what it would
have been like filled with naked men. He took in a deep breath. The strong
smell of sweat hung in the air and it made him grow excited.

     Coyote Thief noticed. He grinned wickedly, pointing at the brave's hard
cock and a memory returned to him. 'This lodge was crowded with men. They sat
shoulder to shoulder, passing a clay bowl around to pour water over their heads
that helped them endure the heat. It was difficult for me but I didn't want to
shame my shaman. He held me close in his arms. My erection was handled.'

     That surprised Big Horn. 'Did not the other men notice?' he asked.

     Coyote Thief nodded. 'An initiation was given me. I was passed around the
circle of men to sit between their legs. Their hands massaged my shoulders,
wiped sweat from my body and a few reached down to grasp my dick. I could feel
their swollen cocks against my butt. It was a very exciting rite that helped me
endure the sweat but I prevented myself from coming out. Ah. It's hard to
explain why...'

     Big Horn kept his hands still. He hoped that the warrior would reveal more
about what happened.

     Coyote Thief's eyes peered into the darkness. He was deep in thought about
that long-ago day but he raised his hands for more gesturing. 'I wanted to
prove my worth to those men by enduring their rite. The experience nearly
overwhelmed me with its heat, the strong smell of sweat and sitting with the
crowd of naked men who accepted me as one of them. My shaman was proud of me.

     'At the chief's signal, we streaked from the lodge to cool off in the
river. All the men praised me for enduring it but I suspected they had meant
something else.'

     'I would not have passed their test,' admitted Big Horn with a laugh.

     'It was not really a test,' explained Coyote Thief. 'Ah. I cannot explain
what happened or how I felt to be in their arms, enduring the sweat and having
my body touched. It was as if they were passing their manly strength into me.'

     Big Horn watched the man's hands drop to his thighs. He was in awe of what
his lover had shared with him and felt the power of it. A yawn came from his
mouth. He felt sleepy so he dropped to his belly in the warm lodge. The mat's
strong smell filled his nose when he breathed it in, making him feel excited.
A soft heaviness pressed down over his butt. Strong hands went to his back and
massaged their tight muscles. He sighed with contentment.


     A boy had seen the two men entering the sweat lodge across the river. At
his feet were their breechclouts, thong belts with knives and sacred bundles.
He wondered why they had been left behind. The two flaps were pulled from the
youth's body and clutched in his hands. He needed to get across the river to
be at his task at the lodge. What were they doing in there?

     An idea struck the youth. He gathered the men's garments from the ground
to bring to them. One was a lengthy breechclout that a warrior wore but the
other were mere flaps like his own. He peered across the river. When the boy
was assured that he wouldn't be seen, he tried on their breechclouts. The
warrior's first. He tied the thong belt around his waist and folded the long
cloth over it in front. Pride filled him when he looked down at himself. The
knife and sacred bundle at his waist made him look like a man. After another
glance across the river, he pulled the lengthy deerskin between his legs and
slipped it over the belt in back against his butt.

     An exciting tremor went through the youth. After twirling around a few
times, he untied the thong belt to release the warrior's breechclout to the
ground. He quickly tried on the brave's breechclout. Both deerskin flaps were
folded over the belt that was weighed down with a sacred bundle and knife. The
boy grasped the weapon's hilt. He noticed the shiny blade. It was known that the
Wah-ha People used metal in their knives that didn't chip or break like flint.

     The boy twirled around again. This breechclout was a better fit to his
body. He longed to turn back for camp and let his friends see him thus but he
had only to wait until next summer when a sacred bundle would come to him when
he was named a brave. His boyhood name of Cliff Sprinter would be left behind.

     He reluctantly pulled the thong belt from his waist. The men's garments
were gathered into Cliff Sprinter's hands along with his own and he approached
the river. A pair of moccasins caught his eye. He grabbed them before entering
the water. It was very cold! That had him noticing that he bore an erection.
The boy hoped it would go away before he reached the sweat lodge.


     Coyote Thief sat over Big Horn's legs. His hands had worked their way down
the brave's back until he was massaging his butt. Soft moans came from his
lover and that made his cock throb. He was tempted to fuck him but he was
content with kissing the man's sweaty cheeks. His mouth was drawn deeper
through the soft butt in his hands. He tongued its entrance and was rewarded
with a taste of cum. Hmm. Maybe he would stick in after all...

     A sixth sense alerted the warrior that they weren't alone. He raised his
head and scooted over Big Horn's butt. His careful back glance revealed a boy
kneeling within the lodge's doorway. He returned to massaging the brave's back.
He counted to ten heart beats before turning his head at the door again.

     Cliff Sprinter saw that he'd been discovered. The fear squeezing his heart
eased when he saw the warrior smiling back at him. The boy showed what was in
his hands to explain why he had come.

     Coyote Thief saw their breechclouts in the boy's hands. He gestured for
the youth to come inside. Beneath him, Big Horn seemed unaware of their guest.
He was deeply relaxed by his massage. The boy kneeled quietly at their side to
watch. That's when he noticed the youth's nakedness.

     Cliff Sprinter pressed his knees together. He'd seen where the man's eyes
had fallen on him so he tried hiding his erection between his thighs. The tight
squeezing sent a pleasant surge through him. He watched the warrior's massage
with interest and saw how the man beneath him was enjoying it.

     Big Horn moaned some more. His back muscles enjoyed the warrior's handling
but he wondered why he wasn't getting fucked. Coyote Thief had licked into his
hole. Perhaps his lover was concerned that his butt was still hurting.

     Little did the brave know that a boy was watching him. Cliff Sprinter
studied the naked men. They were dark-skinned, proving they had come from the
Valley Tribes. The warrior wore five eagle feathers in his short hair. He'd
heard that a man from the Spear-bearing Tribe was visiting his tribe. This had
to be him. The youth admired his bulging arm muscles and the battle scars that
adorned his chest. He was likely a war leader amongst his People. The boy felt
honored to be sitting with these men.

     Cliff Sprinter tried not to stare at the warrior's cock. It was big. He
sat over the brave's butt where a moment before he was kissing it. The boy felt
the sexual excitement between these two men that his arrival had interrupted.
If not for finding two sets of breechclouts on the river's bank, he'd assumed
this was a woman being massaged. His eyes dropped to the younger man. He wore
his hair long like a squaw. There were no feathers tied to it. A brave who had
yet to prove himself in battle.

     Coyote Thief pushed harder over his lover's spine. It cracked under his
palms. The brave sighed with contentment and turned his face sideways over the
mat. His eyes remained closed. He didn't see the boy.

     Big Horn rubbed his cock over the ground mat. He humped his butt against
Coyote Thief's and enjoyed a few sharp thrills. The hands working his back
became gentle. Light fingerings replaced the hard pushes to his spine and he
sighed through his nose. He didn't know that his warrior was good at massage
and wondered where he had learned to do this.

     Coyote Thief turned to his young guest. They exchanged knowing grins. He
saw excitement in the boy's eyes and what a cute face he had. A sharp nose.
It reminded him of a young brave he'd met during his last visit with these
Mountain People. What was his name? To his disappointment, he couldn't recall.
It had been nearly five hands of fingered years ago when that brave had held
him close in the night. Snarling Bear was keeping warm in the arms of another
Moss-bowl man.

     He remembered the name in flash of sweet remembrance: Swift-arms, a newly
named brave of the Moss-bowl People at the age of fourteen. Shy Coyote (that
had been his boyhood name) was a year younger than him. When Snarling Bear and
himself had been invited to sleep in Twisted-his-foot's lodge, his shaman
shared warmth with their host beneath a blanket while Swift-arms held him
close under their blanket. No one slept much that night. Not because of the
cold mountain air...

     The sounds of sex coming from Snarling Bear and Twisted-his-foot had
excited him. Swift-arms held him over their ground mat next to those rutting
men. They were facing away and couldn't watch them. Yet he knew of the brave's
excitement because of his bulging front flap pressed against his backside. One
of the man's hands had reached around him to cop a feel of his erection.

     Swift-arms had his sharp nose pressed into his neck, breathing deeply. Shy
Coyote was trapped in that man's arms but he didn't want to escape. He enjoyed
the sharp thrills from having his dick handled. The brave then stuck his cock
through his thighs against his balls. He made powerful thrusts. When the men
behind them released throaty moans, his dick came out. The brave caught his
own climax in his cupped hands. That sticky result was wiped over Shy Coyote's
immature loins. Their bodies trembled afterwards but not from the cold.
Swift-arms helped him relax by massaging his chest and kissing his neck.

     Coyote Thief was returned to the Now. He'd been staring at the boy who
reminded him so much of Swift-arms. When he reached out to the youth's shoulder
in an offer to massage him, the boy flinched, easing back over his folded legs
to get out of reach of his hand.

     "I've brought you... your breechclouts," stammered Cliff Sprinter. He
dropped them from his hands like a hot stone.

     The voice startled Big Horn. He turned onto his right side to peer at the
boy. It was difficult making out his features in the dark but he appeared to
be Willow Bird's age. Naked? He saw the pile of deerskin at the youth's knees.

     "Ah, thank you. I am Big Horn from the Kalinlepi. This is Coyote Thief."

     "I'm called Cliff Sprinter."

     Silence followed. They had exchanged names but it was still an anxious
moment. Big Horn glance at the warrior and saw him smile. The boy averted his
eyes from their nakedness by looking down at himself. He bore an erection.
Coyote Thief's hard cock was pressed against his hip while his own cock stood
along his groin.

     "I have come to clean the ground mats," the boy explained in a small voice.
"There's going to be a sweat tomorrow."

     Big Horn nodded. "We didn't mean to intrude here."

     "That's all right."

     The awkward silence returned. Big Horn felt the need to explain themselves.
"We had taken a bath in the river and I was curious to see this lodge. A good
place to warm up."

     Cliff Sprinter nodded with understanding.

     Coyote Thief had followed some of what been said. He longed to touch this
boy. "To down," he asked while making the gesture with his left hand. He rubbed
over Big Horn's shoulder with his other hand to make his intentions clear.

     Cliff Sprinter was a little scared. He was torn between accepting the
warrior's offer for a massage or offending him.

     "The river makes for a cold crossing," said Big Horn. "He can warm you up,
Cliff Sprinter. His hands will make you feel good."

     The boy felt excited but he was embarrassed by his erection. These men
also had hard cocks. He tried not to stare at them too much. Anger filled him.
He wasn't a girl so there was nothing to fear from these men. He'd been caught
spying on their massage but instead of showing anger, they asked him to join
into their pleasurable rite. There was a sexual undercurrent that swept the
youth into accepting the warrior's offer. He dropped to the ground mat on his
belly. That hid his dick from sight.

     A soft heaviness pressed down on Cliff Sprinter's butt. He felt big hands
kneading his shoulders. They were gentle, putting the boy at ease. His face was
pressed down into the mat and he smelled its strong scent. That reminded him of
his task here. Part of him wondered why he was allowing this. These men were
strangers to him and he'd heard the rumors that they were lovers. He'd seen
this warrior kissing the brave's butt when spying on them from the lodge door.
Would this man try doing that to him?

     Cliff Sprinter didn't want to get raped. He didn't think these men would
least they risk the wrath of his tribe's warriors. Guilt squeezed the boy's
heart. He was thinking badly of these men when they had done nothing wrong.
Coyote Thief was even regarded as a good man for warning his tribe of a
Trickster amongst them. That's why the shaman had his tribe dance the circle of
protection to drive that evil away.

     Something tickled against the boy's lower back. It was the warrior's cock.
That scared him until realizing that the man's chest had lowered down to his
back when reaching to massage his arms that were stretched out above his head.
He was feeling too tense to enjoy his massage. Anyway, it was too late to back
out now.

     Big Horn was feeling very relaxed after the warrior's massage but this
youth seemed too tense. His toes curled. His slim shoulders were raised and he
often flinched. Coyote Thief wasn't handling him that hard.

     The warrior was thinking this same thing. He was being gentle with this
boy yet he wouldn't surrender to the pleasure his hands were giving him. Was he
afraid? If so, why did he accept his offer for a massage?

     Cliff Sprinter relaxed a little when the man's chest lifted from his back.
He felt big hands pressing over his shoulder blades, spine and gentle fingerings
into his muscles that felt real good. The boy turned his head from the mat to
peer at Big Horn. He was laying on his side and returned his gaze.

     "Doesn't that feel good?" Big Horn asked. He was expecting a smile but saw
a tense expression in the boy's face. A kind of hunted look. "Coyote Thief may
come from an enemy tribe but he won't hurt you."

     Cliff Sprinter nodded silently. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the
massage.

     Coyote Thief handled the youth's back expertly. His fingers walked down
the two ridges of muscles on either side of the boy's spine. He palmed ribs.
The youth seemed to be relaxing at last to his tending. A low moan was heard.

     Big Horn smiled. He was glad that Cliff Sprinter was surrendering to the
pleasure of his lover's hands. Their bodies were quite a contrast. Coyote Thief
was much tanned from the summer sun while the youth's body was pale and smaller.
His eyes were drawn to the man's muscled butt pressing down on the boy's slim
cheeks. It was a sensual meeting of bared skin.

     Coyote Thief glanced at Big Horn. He saw where the brave's eyes fell on
them and that sent a surge through his cock. Giving this boy a massage gave him
pleasure as well. Thoughts of where his hands were leading down to was tempting
him to perform a rite that had been given him by his shaman in his youth. Ah,
but no. He was prevented from doing that by the pa-he-wat-che rite that bound
his heart to Big Horn. His cock would only stick into his lover.

     Cliff Sprinter was feeling really good. Gone were his fears. He stretched
out completely over the mat, his dick rubbing against it with nice thrills.
Getting massaged was akin to having sex though he'd only done that with
himself when the need struck him; a boy's act of relief. That could change by
next summer. He had his heart set on a certain girl in camp who knew of his
interest. He suspected that she liked him too. Perhaps after he was named a
brave, her father would permit him to court her and they would marry after he'd
earned his first feather.

     The boy was startled from his thoughts when the warrior's weight shifted
over him. The man was sitting over his legs. His big hands roamed down the
lower part of his back to his butt, kneading their muscles. That felt ticklish.
His erection was being mashed against the ground mat.

     Coyote Thief enjoyed handling the boy's pale butt. The cheeks felt soft,
surrendering to his lusty handling. He caught Big Horn's stern eyes on him.
Some mischief came to him when he stuck his tongue out at the brave and he
pulled the youth's cheeks apart for a peek inside. A nice asshole!

     Cliff Sprinter felt the cool air against his hole and became concerned.
He'd seen this man licking into Big Horn's butt with the obvious intent to fuck
him. It had been interrupted when his spying from the lodge door had been
discovered. He didn't want to get raped! The warrior's strong hands returned to
kneading his cheeks. That felt good but the youth remained tense.

     Coyote Thief lowered his hands to the youth's thighs. His thumbs pressed
into the boy's soft sac of balls, tickling them. He kept from looking at his
lover who might not approve of what he was doing.

     Big Horn caught himself stroking over his erection and stopped himself. He
was mesmerized by the warrior's hands over the boy. Cliff Sprinter laid prone
to being massaged, his small butt humping when making stabs against the ground
mat. The boy breathed heavily through his nose.

     Coyote Thief's hands had reached the bend in the boy's legs. He'd felt the
tension in their calf muscles. He squeezed them before working his way up the
boy's legs, thumbs brushing against the youth's swollen balls that sent a surge
through his cock. His knob dripped down to the youth's butt.

     Big Horn noticed that. He wanted to get a taste of the warrior's male
excitement. The boy had his eyes closed but he didn't want to risk getting
caught sucking his lover. He reached for his own cock and began stroking over
its thick skin. It was exciting to watch Coyote Thief's massaging. His hands
had subdued the boy like a hunter setting his trap for unwary prey. Was he
going to spear him?

     Cliff Sprinter's slow humping drew the warrior's attention. His hands went
to the boy's butt and joined into its sexy rhythm, palming the soft pale cheeks
that made him very lust filled. The man was tempted to fuck him. He knew that
he shouldn't try. That would make Big Horn angry with him. He glanced at the
brave to read his face.

     Big Horn saw the fire in his lover's eyes. He didn't show anger in his,
only curiosity to see if the boy was willing to be taken and if Coyote Thief
would try. The idea both concerned and excited him. He'd be willing to share
this boy with his lover... No. It would be wrong to fuck Cliff Sprinter. He was
too young.

     Cliff Sprinter had his eyes closed. He clutched the end of his ground mat,
driving his erection against it while the man handled his butt. The sexual
pleasure flowing through his body was overwhelming. A part of him felt kind of
embarrassed but he couldn't stop himself. His dick was feeling too good.

     Coyote Thief looked down at the boy's humping in his hands. He slipped his
left thumb inside to rub over the boy's hole. It felt hot and moist. He quickly
withdrew. With a trembling breath, he raised his hands along the youth's back
until reaching his shoulders. That brought his body down. His knees gripped the
boy's sides. He aligned himself over the youth's ass and with a gentle forward
thrust, his cock slipped within, seeking, until finding resistance.

     Cliff Sprinter felt the man laying over his back. The trembling breath
against his right ear and a stab between his cheeks! The boy yelped with
surprised and spun his body around, pushing against the warrior's knees so that
he could escape getting raped.

     Coyote Thief returned to a sitting position over the boy's legs. He raised
his hands in a peace gesture to calm him. The fear he saw in the boy's face
slowly faded but the grip of his knees remained. They stared at each other
uneasily.

     Big Horn felt the need to say something but he couldn't find the right
words. It was a tense moment. He decided to feign surprise to match what he saw
coming from Coyote Thief's face. Perhaps that would assure the boy that he
wasn't going to be harmed.

     Cliff Sprinter trembled with fear. He glanced at Big Horn to read his
face. The warrior's face also showed surprise and that made him feel guilty for
his rash behavior. Maybe he'd been wrong about the man's intent to fuck him. He
dropped his hands from the man's legs.

     Coyote Thief saw the boy's eyes fall to his hard cock. He looked down at
himself with pride. The youth's dick drew his attention. It was very long
against his tuft of groin hair, proving that he was only a summer away from
being named a brave. He wanted to handle it for him. Instead, he lowered his
hands to the boy's belly in an offer to continue his massage.

     Big Horn saw what his lover was doing but didn't think it was wise of him.
He'd already dared too much. Yet the boy appeared to accept being handled. Then
his face screwed up and became very intense. Oh. the warrior's hands were
tickling his belly.

     Coyote Thief realized that. He reached up for the boy's chest with his
palms swirling across both nipples. They hardened. A trembling breath came from
the youth. His eyes closed when surrendering himself to the nice sensation.

     Cliff Sprinter's knob was oozing to his navel. Big Horn was surprised by
the boy's length but saw that he had a skinny dick. Anyone daring to go down on
it would get their tonsils stabbed and gag. A good reach inside a man's butt,
though. He wondered if this youth had ever tried.

     That thought was the furthest thing from Cliff Sprinter's mind. He'd never
stuck his dick into anyone but if he did, it would be a girl's cunt. What was
he doing with these men?! It was hard to explain... He'd tried on their
breechclouts on the bank to feel what it was like to be a man. Curiosity had
brought him to the lodge door to spy on what they were doing. Being discovered
had forced him inside to watch their massage. He couldn't refuse the warrior's
offer. It felt good having his body handled but the warrior mistook his butt
humping as an offer to stick in it. The boy scolded himself. He shouldn't have
stabbed against the ground mat.

     The boy's dick ached him for release. He couldn't do that with these men
watching. It would be too embarrassing. Yet they bore hard cocks and were not
like other men, not even from his tribe so they wouldn't tattle on him. It
would only take a few quick pulls... He noticed Big Horn's hand resting over
his thigh. His dick was sticking out from his groin, within easy reach; had he
been handling it?

     Cliff Sprinter sighed. He was filled with indecision. It would shame him
to beat off in front of these men. He should get up now and be at his task in
the sweat lodge. The mats needed to be cleaned. Coyote Thief was still
massaging his shoulders and chest. The boy couldn't bring himself to ending it.
He was no longer fearful of these men. They didn't force him into doing
anything and how unexpected it had been! This sweat lodge was where manly rites
took place to purify the body and show endurance to the heat. The boy wanted to
prove himself. A whole year would pass before he'd be given a man's name.

     The warrior's weight shifted over Cliff Sprinter. He opened his eyes and
saw the man leaning over him when his hands reached up for his shoulders. Their
balls pressed together. The boy peered down at his dick and saw it whispering
against the man's big cock. That gave him intense thrills. It reminded him of a
rite boys were given to put sperm in their balls. His friend, Hawk's Claw had
said it been done for him when he was twelve. A warrior had stood naked with
him in the woods with their loins pressed together so that male strength would
pass into him. Three moons later, Hawk's Claw proved it by showing him that his
dick could shoot. Though he was nine at the time, his friend had taught him
that it felt good to handle his erection even though it couldn't come out.

     Cliff Sprinter smiled from that sweet memory. He'd never been given that
male rite but his loins had matured on their own. In a way, he felt cheated.
The warrior above him seemed to be performing that rite he'd missed in his
youth. Another sharp thrill came from his dick. The boy gasped when seeing the
man's cock pressing against his so he decided to steal its power.

     Coyote Thief worked up the boy's arms until he was massaging his tense
shoulders. He saw pleasure in the youth's eyes. His fingers reached around for
muscles above the boy's shoulder blades while his thumbs pressed into the
muscles above his collar bone. He leaned over the youth to accomplish this. A
sharp thrill went through his cock. That's when he noticed that their loins
touched and although he was tempted to thrust against the boy, he didn't. That
could get him to explode. Big Horn was watching and he'd be very mad at him.

     Big Horn was both excited and concerned by what he saw. Coyote Thief had
subdued the boy again with his hands but instead of a threat of raping him, he
was giving him a belly rub. Cliff Sprinter lifted his butt from the ground mat.
His arms rushed around the man.

     Coyote Thief was startled. The boy's hands clung to his back while the
front of him stabbed. Again and again! He tried pushing the wild youth away.

     A high-pitched cry filled the lodge. Cliff Sprinter felt his dick surge
and he shot to his belly. Pleasure exploded in his head. A roar filled the
boy's ears while his eyes loss sight. He collapsed to the ground mat.

     Coyote Thief saw what had happened. He turned to Big Horn who shrugged his
shoulders, a sly smile of understanding on his lips. They looked down at the
spent boy. He was gasping for breath.

     When Cliff Sprinter came to, the warrior was squatting over his legs and
staring down at him with surprise. Regret filled the youth.

     "I didn't mean to do that," gasped Cliff Sprinter.

     Big Horn nodded in silent reply. He saw the streaks of cum over the
youth's belly. The boy's hands were clenched in tight fists. Was he going to
strike his lover?

     "You felt the warrior's strength," Big Horn quickly explained. He turned
to his lover and smiled to put him at ease. Coyote Thief revealed shy eyes.

     Cliff Sprinter pulled himself along the ground to free his legs from under
the warrior. He staggered to his feet. The boy went to the door without looking
back at the two men. A mat near the entrance was taken into his hands and he
fled the lodge with it.

     Coyote Thief turned towards the door. He saw the boy's pale cheeks flexing
when he ran. A nice butt on that kid but he couldn't allow himself to enjoy
looking at it with Big Horn glaring at him. He lifted his hands for gesturing.

     'What did he say?' asked Coyote Thief.

     'Cliff Sprinter was surprised that his dick came out,' answered Big Horn.
'I told the boy he had felt your strength.' He peered out the door for him.

     'I suspect that he will be cleaning more than a ground mat in the river,'
gestured Coyote Thief with a chuckle.

     Big Horn pointed at the warrior's chest. What he found there made him
break into a grin. Coyote Thief looked down at himself. He gathered the boy's
cum into his fingers and stuck them into his mouth.

     The two men laughed. Big Horn became silent when his gloomy mood returned.
'Will he tell on us?'

     The warrior shook his head. 'I don't think so. It was wrong of the boy for
spying on us at the doorway but in exchange, he was given a massage.'

     'Cliff Sprinter wanted more from you. I saw the boy lift his body up to
stab against you. Do you think he is Mahyee-na?'

     Coyote Thief dropped his eyes to his feet when he went into deep thought.
'I do not know. I think he saw me kissing your butt and there must be talk
about us in camp. He allowed me to massage him, not his butt.'

     'The boy didn't want to get raped.' Big Horn feigned anger but the warrior
stuck his tongue out to show that he wasn't being fooled.

     'I don't think that boy is experienced with sex,' signed Coyote Thief.
'His curiosity got the better of him and could explain why he accepted my touch
that both excited and frightened him. He has learned something here. If his
spirit is like ours, he'll be able to follow that path in life instead of
feeling ashamed and alone.'

     Big Horn shook his head. 'Or he could get us into trouble.'

     'If the boy is not Mahyee-na, he'll be too embarrassed to speak of it to
anyone. He won't tattle on us.'

     'I hope that you are right.' Big Horn's tense face betrayed his doubt.
'A boy isn't ready to be taught such things.'

     Coyote Thief knew better than to argue with his lover. He lowered his
hands to his thighs. Snarling Bear initiated boys in the ways of the Mahyee-na
so they would be made aware of that path. It prevented the Darkness-that-comes
from turning them into his servants, the Trickster. His shaman believed that
those boys who were ashamed of what they were and fearing rejection from their
tribe were vulnerable to being subverted by evil. It was the responsibility of
Mahyee-na men to teach boys who shared their spirit that there was nothing
wrong with them.

     The warrior sighed with regret. He realized that Big Horn would not easily
come to accept that responsibility even though he's had sex with boys. Guilt
from the brave's lustful acts weighed too heavily in his heart.

     A loud thump was heard from the roof of the lodge. Big Horn turned his
head at the entrance and saw the end of a mat hanging down. It was dripping
wet. Cliff Sprinter entered with his eyes cast to the ground. He fetched
another mat and rushed outside without saying a word.

     Coyote Thief shrugged his shoulders. Big Horn grabbed a mat and got to his
feet, gesturing for his lover to help him with the boy's task. They went to the
river. Cliff Sprinter was already in the water cleaning his mat when the men
joined him.

     The current threatened to pull Big Horn's mat out of his hands. He saw how
Cliff Sprinter kept a tight hold of his, jerking his arms back and forth in the
current until he was satisfied that his mat was clean. He folded it in half
against his chest. Coyote Thief did the same thing to his mat. The boy waded to
the bank followed by the two men.

     At the lodge, Cliff Sprinter hefted the soggy mat onto the roof. He waited
until the men had theirs hanging beside his before going inside. More mats were
taken in hand and brought to the river for cleaning. He giggled when Big Horn
wrapped his around his body as if it were a dress.

     Coyote Thief grinned at his lover's amusing trick. The boy no longer hid
his eyes from them. They stood in the river, side by side and let the fast
flowing water clean the sweat from their mats. Then they were folded in half
against their chests and taken back to the lodge and hung to dry over its roof.
Big Horn's body was soaking wet. His teeth chattered from feeling chilled.

     Cliff Sprinter shook the water from his hair. He then spun around like a
dust devil, arms out while his feet twirled over the ground. Coyote Thief smiled
at the boy's unabashed nudity. He turned to Big Horn and saw where his eyes
roamed over the youth. In his mind's eye, he recalled how much enjoyment he had
from massaging him. If this boy was Mahyee-na, he knew that some lucky man in
camp would soon be embracing their needs or perhaps a boyhood friend was
already discovering how their male bodies could find pleasure together.

     The warrior glanced down at himself. His cock had become soft from the
cold river. Big Horn's, too. The boy's dick swung from his body when he
continued spinning around, giggling at his game until he became too dizzied.
Coyote Thief reached out for the youth's arm when it looked like he was going
to fall. They ended up embracing.

     Cliff Sprinter felt dizzy. He clung to the warrior's hips so that he
wouldn't fall down. That's when he noticed their hug. He stepped back, pulling
his dick from the warrior's cock. They had been touching. The boy recalled
that's how Hawk's Claw had drawn male strength from a warrior when they had
stood naked together in the woods.

     Coyote Thief saw a distance look in the boy's eyes. Was he going to faint?
The youth's hands fell from his hips and he stepped back. There was a strange
expression on his face; not fear or anger. The boy was in awe of him.

     Big Horn didn't notice what had occurred between Coyote Thief and the boy.
He had entered the lodge on his knees in search of another mat. Only one
remained to be cleaned. Cliff Sprinter crawled to his side. He saw a strange
pleading in the boy's eyes, something that was needing to be asked of him. When
Coyote Thief joined them inside, he handed the mat over to him while flaring
his eyes. The warrior understood. He turned and walked back to the river alone.

     Cliff Sprinter cast his eyes around the lodge. Words were slow to be
released from his lips. "I hope that when I'm named a brave, our chief will
invite me here to sweat with the men."

     Big Horn saw longing in the boy's face. "When Coyote Thief visited your
tribe in his youth, he and his shaman were invited to this lodge by your chief."

     "Really?" gasped Cliff Sprinter.

     "It was an intense experience for him." Big Horn didn't mention how some
of the men had handled his lover's dick.

     "You two come from different tribes... enemy tribes."

     Big Horn nodded.

     "Why are you with him?" the boy asked in a small voice.

     "I'm learning his warrior ways so that I'll earn my first feather."

     Cliff Sprinter opened his hand with fingers taunt in a gesture of the
five feathers Coyote Thief bore in his hair. He peered at the brave.

     Big Horn caught the boy's unspoken question. "That warrior has proven
himself in battle but his heart was empty. That's why he came to live with my
tribe. We share a tipi together."

     "Ah, Big Horn. You're very close to Coyote Thief."

     The brave sighed. "I love him very much." Those words were out of his
mouth before he considered how the boy would react at hearing them.

     Cliff Sprinter glanced out the lodge door. "Do you act as his squaw?"

     "No. We both remain men in our relationship."

     "Then how do you two... ah. Do it?" the boy asked. He kicked at the dirt
while keeping his eyes from the brave.

     An intense surge went through Big Horn. Images of making love to his
warrior flashed in his head but he felt reluctant to share them with this boy.
It was too personal a thing.

     Cliff Sprinter became uneasy in the growing silence. He turned to the
brave and whispered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask such a stupid thing."

     "You didn't." Big Horn saw the boy peering up at him in the hope of
getting a more complete answer. "What did you see when you spied on us?"

     The boy recalled Coyote Thief kissing into the brave's butt. "I didn't
know that a man would willingly allow himself to get raped."

     "That's an ugly word that describes what some warriors do to their fallen
enemies on the battlefield." Big Horn realized that his retort had been strong.
His boyhood friend, Little Fisher had been raped by Spear-bearing warriors. In
a softer voice, "When two men love each other, that act is pleasurable for them
both and is a wonderful expression of love."

     "Are you mad at me for interrupting it when I came?"

     Big Horn laughed. He saw surprise in the boy's face that proved he wasn't
expecting to hear humor from him. "We'd already made love in the men's big
lodge earlier. Some of the warriors also enjoyed sticking into our butts."
Saying that had been bold of him.

     "In the men's big lodge?" gasped Cliff Sprinter. "I knew that everyone
went naked in there so that they can relax, smoke or be at crafts making but I
didn't know that the men had sex!"

     "Not where everyone can see it," Big Horn quickly explained. "There's a
dark room off the lodge where the men go to relieve themselves. Coyote Thief
and I were surprised when a few men joined us to... do it."

     Cliff Sprinter dropped his eyes to his feet. He believed what Big Horn was
telling him but it was difficult to hear. Why would a man want to have sex with
another man? Warriors had their squaws to spend their lust and that's how a
baby came to them. He recalled Coyote Thief kissing into this man's butt. If he
hadn't been discovered at the lodge door, he could have seen them copulate.
What would that have looked like?

     Big Horn could almost see the thoughts spinning around in the boy's head
by the way his eyes flickered. In a low voice he asked, "Do you have a sexual
interest in your own sex?"

     Cliff Sprinter was startled from his thoughts. "No. I'm going to be named
a man next summer's eve and I'll strive to become a warrior!"

     Big Horn felt stung. "Coyote Thief is no less a man because of where his
spirit leads him. We're following that path together."

     The boy flinched as if he'd been struck by a tomahawk. He was struggling
with a clash of ideas that didn't make sense. Coyote Thief was a proven warrior
yet he makes love to another man. Big Horn has yet to earn a feather in his
hair. He didn't act like a woman but allowed himself to be taken like one.

     Big Horn saw that his words had disturbed Cliff Sprinter. The boy's dick
was sleeping over his balls. There was no sexual response in him to what they'd
been discussing. His own cock was hard. He longed to take this youth into his
arms but a bad feeling squeezed his heart. It was wrong to have sex with a boy.

     Cliff Sprinter turned sharply at the door. Coyote Thief stood there with a
dripping mat in his hands. He must have heard what they've been discussing. The
boy grabbed his breechclout from the lodge floor and streaked past him.

     'What did you say to him?' asked Coyote Thief.

     'Too much. He could not accept that we are Mahyee-na.'

     Coyote Thief nodded with understanding. He hefted his mat onto the low
roof then turned for the river. Cliff Sprinter had already crossed it. He
watched the boy streak into the woods until he was gone from sight.

     Big Horn crawled to the tangled pile of breechclouts and gathered them
into his hands along with Coyote Thief's moccasins. They were taken outside.
Father Sun felt warm over his back and when he looked up, the sky was clear of
fog. Both men covered their bodies in silence.

     The beaded wristlet that Coyote Thief wore caught Big Horn's eyes. He had
gifted that to his lover. It pleased him to see this outward confirmation of
their love. That wristlet had been his father's, given to him with the intent
of being passed to his bride on their wedding night. Sadness filled him. He
didn't think his father would have approved of his choice.

     'Let us go explore the wonders of this mountain,' asked Coyote Thief.

     Big Horn nodded. The sweat lodge was left behind and they entered a
forest. The trees didn't last though. They gave way to a steep cliff. Both men
peered down at the plains spread out before them and in the distance was a
great body of water.

     'The ocean,' gestured Coyote Thief.

     Big Horn turned to the warrior with wide eyes. 'I have heard about this!
It's said that only Father Sun knows if there is a land beyond the great water
where He lays down His Head to sleep.'

     'Ah, yes. My shaman had told me this same story but I didn't believe him
until we visited with the Moss-bowl. Almost at this very spot. Snarling Bear
and I had seen this great wonder with our own eyes.'

     For a long while, the men peered down from the mountain, across a stretch
of rolling plains that ended at a huge body of water. It was blue like the sky.
A herd of clouds roaming above provided some perspective of how far they've
traveled across it. The ocean appeared to be endless.

     Big Horn gasped. He pointed excitedly at the ocean and shaped words with
his hands. 'I see a canoe!'

     Coyote Thief strained his eyes at the ocean. He couldn't see what Big Horn
was pointing to. 'My eyes are too old to make it out. What do you see?'

     Big Horn lost sight of the canoe but he managed to find it again. 'It is
very far away, looking like a white daisy in the water and I think it's moving.
Look there, close to where the land ends.'

     As much as Coyote Thief tried, he couldn't find what the brave was
pointing to. The distance was too great. If it were a canoe, it had to be big.
The size of a village. He saw the awe in Big Horn's eyes and envied the man's
youth. That made the warrior feel his age.

     A hawk's cry startled Big Horn from his gazing. He turned to Coyote Thief
with a grin. 'What other wonders does this mountain offer?' he asked.

     Coyote Thief made a sweeping motion with his hand. He led Big Horn along
the cliffs that rose sharply beneath their feet. Trees stood on their left.
They were following a path that turned lazily to the right, becoming steeper
and very dangerous to walk. Both men minded their steps.

     Rising spires of stone were seen in the distance. They looked like huge
teeth that glistened in the afternoon sun. Big Horn wiped sweat from his brow.
He thirsted. Yet he eagerly followed the warrior to the next wonder that
awaited them.

     A coolness was felt over Big Horn's butt. He reached back for his rear
flap to be assured that it hadn't been lost. The cloth was there but it felt
small in his hand. He stopped in his tracks. Coyote Thief gazed back at him to
see what was the matter.

     A sly grin filled Big Horn's lips. He turned himself sideways to see if
Coyote Thief would realize what he'd discovered.

     'You are wearing the boy's rear flap.'

     Big Horn nodded. 'Cliff Sprinter must have mistakenly taken that part of
my breechclout.' The brave twirled around to get his flaps flying from his
waist. His companion chuckled.

     'It does provide lusting men a better view of their conquest,' remarked
Coyote Thief.

     Big Horn joined his lover in a good laugh between them. 'Cliff Sprinter's
butt is now well covered. We both know that he doesn't want to get it raped.'

     Coyote Thief stared at a butt that he'd often 'raped'. Big Horn wiggled it
in a tease. They smiled knowingly at each other then turned to continue
following the mountain path.

     Father Sun's heated Hand was felt over their backs. Big Horn knew that the
forest would be cooler but it would have made for a difficult walk. He wondered
where the warrior was taking him.

     The cliffs went on and on. They climbed up a peak that dropped for a
handful of steps before starting to rise again. Big Horn's legs were aching.
He kicked some stones loose from the edge. He watched their long drop,
trembling at the thought if he had fallen with them.

     Big Horn gritted his teeth and walked more carefully. Coyote Thief's back
was to him. He was relieved that the warrior couldn't see how scared he was by
the growing heights. Sweat stung his eyes.

     Coyote Thief noted the fatigue in Big Horn. He was slowly falling behind.
He sometimes clutched his belly wound and breaths raced through his open mouth.
The warrior paused to view the heights around them in a guise to allow his
lover a rest.

     Big Horn doubled over in pain. His lungs strained for air but what really
hurt him was his belly wound that was being irritated by sweat. He scolded
himself for his display of weakness. A strong hand came to his shoulder.

     'Your wound should be covered with a medicine cloth. We'll visit the
shaman on our return to camp.'

     Big Horn snapped his left wrist in a gesture that the warrior's concern
was unnecessary. His belly wound had since crusted and didn't need attending.
When Coyote Thief dropped his eyes from him, guilt stung his heart. 'Perhaps I
should let the shaman take a look at it.'

     Coyote Thief nodded. He turned his head at the spires of stone. 'Come. I
think you will enjoy this next wonder, if we can find our way though.'

     Big Horn was struck by the odd way Coyote Thief had described his next
surprise. He curiously followed after the warrior. They came to a swift stream.
It had cut a narrow path through the stone that led into a cave but light shown
through from the other end.

     Coyote Thief undressed. He gestured to have Big Horn's breechclout and
their thong belts were tied around the deerskin flaps, knives, sacred bundles
and one pair of moccasins. The warrior stepped into the stream and fell to his
butt. He was carried away by the swift current. Big Horn jumped in after him.
His feet slipped over the stone until he too was sliding over his butt.

     They flew through the cave. The icy stream wasn't deep but it was fast
moving. Big Horn managed to slow himself with his hands pressed against the
stone walls. The bottom fell away from his feet. There was a scary sensation of
falling until he struck water. He kicked his feet to surface.

     Big Horn looked around while he treaded water. They had fallen into a
lake. Coyote Thief was nowhere to be found! He frantically searched for his
lover and to his relief, saw two hands sticking out of the water. Coyote Thief
had managed to keep hold of their breechclouts. The warrior's head came up.
After a gasp for air, the brave heard him laugh.

     Coyote Thief was kicking his feet hard. He'd managed to keep the bundle he
was holding from getting wet but that prevented him from treading water so most
of his body was submerged. He struggled for breath. Big Horn swam to him. He
grabbed their breechclouts and they waded towards the bank.

     Mud pressed against Big Horn's feet. He turned and lent Coyote Thief a
helping hand. They staggered onto shore. Breaths rushed through their mouths.
The warrior laughed again, mostly from relief but their harrowing plunge
through the cave had been exhilerating.

     Big Horn looked around in awe. They had fallen into a lake that was held
in the mountain's cupped hand. Stony fingers rose to the sky at the far end.
He could hear a low roar there.

     'This is Spirit Lake,' gestured Coyote Thief. He paused to take a few more
breaths. 'The Moss-bowl come here for their water.'

     Big Horn remembered his thirst. He kneeled along the bank and cupped his
hands into the water and drank. It was not muddied like the river at home.
Coyote Thief fell to his knees. He plunged his head into the lake and came up
sputtering. The brave grinned when seeing his open butt. He gave it a fond slap.

     Coyote Thief stood up. He took a good look around and there was awe in his
eyes. 'See the mountain's teeth?' he asked, pointing to the stone spires.

     Big Horn nodded his head.

     'There is a waterfall. Let me take you to see it!'

     After gathering their bundle of breechclouts, Big Horn followed the naked
warrior along the shore. On their left was a thick forest. He sighted a path
through them.

     'That is a stone stairway leading down to the village,' Coyote Thief
explained.

     Big Horn nodded again. His eyes fell over a wooden totem. It was draped
with a long thong of fluffy white feathers, obviously a medicine pole of
significants to the Moss-bowl People. Coyote Thief didn't comment about it.

     They followed the rounded shore until trees came to stand at the lake's
edge. Coyote Thief gestured to have his breechclout. Father Sun had dried their
bodies so they covered themselves up.

     Big Horn loosely tied his thong belt around his waist. The bigger cloth
was folded over it in front to cover his loins. He examined Cliff Sprinter's
rear cloth in his hands. It was smaller than his own, making him wonder why he
hadn't noticed that before. The color was the same, of soft deerskin. He turned
it over in his hands until finding a dark stain. He sniffed it when Coyote Thief
wasn't looking.

     The boy's bodily scent was smelled in the cloth. A sharp butt odor. If
this had been Cliff Sprinter's front flap, it would smell sweeter since boys
were often releasing their poles. Big Horn tucked it in back over his butt then
he retied his thong belt to make it tight around his waist.

     Coyote Thief entered the woods. Big Horn followed after him. These trees
were strange compared to those found back at home, looking more like tall
shaggy bushes with finger-sized green bristles. They had a strong scent.

     Big Horn nearly slipped when the ground sloped down unexpectedly. He saw
that Coyote Thief was minding his steps, his moccasins giving him an advantage
over the rocky dirt. The brave grabbed hold of a rock outcropping. It seemed
strange to find one in a forest but he reminded himself that they were on a
mountain. He placed a careful step down. The loose soil made him slide and he
nearly fell on his butt. Coyote Thief was waiting for him below.

     The trees thinned out. Coyote Thief stood at the forest's edge watching
Big Horn's progress, his slow careful steps. Stones pained his unprotected feet
and it showed on the brave's face. The warrior kept his amusement from showing
on his face least he shame his young lover.

     Big Horn had managed not to slip down the embankment. He stood beside
Coyote Thief and only his sharp release of breath betrayed his tension. The
warrior was peering down at a lush meadow. Another strange thing to find on a
mountain. A herd of small white animals were seen admits the green. They heard
a tinkling sound.

     'The Moss-bowl call them...' "sheep," explained Coyote Thief. He spoke the
animal's name out loud, a Moss-bowl word that had been given him when he last
visited with these People.

     "Sheep?" spoke Big Horn. He peered down at the flock. Their bodies were
fluffy and white, much smaller than buffalo. He caught sight of a boy amongst
them. None of the sheep tried running away. He pointed that out to the warrior.

     'They have been tamed like pet dogs. I was told that a boy tends to the
flock day and night. A very useful animal. Their fur is trimmed and spun into a
thin twine that the women use to sew white garments. Sheep hide is strong yet
soft. They also eat its meat.'

     Big Horn had seen the fine white dresses that were unlike the deerskin
garments worn by Kalinlepi women. Now he knew from what animal they had been
made. He smiled to himself. It was a good thing to be visiting with these
Mountain People. They practiced different ways that were strange yet wondrous.

     Coyote Thief stepped from the trees and made his way down to the meadow.
Big Horn followed behind. He heard tinkling again that came from one of the
sheep. When they neared, the brave saw a small clay object tied around the
animal's neck. That was making the tinkling sound.

     A naked boy was struggling with two sheep. The one wearing that clay
object seemed to be attacking the other sheep but the youth didn't try to stop
him. His hands were around the animal being assaulted to keep it from running
away. Big Horn realized what was happening.

     Coyote Thief gave him a sly grin. They watched the two rutting animals
with interest. The boy kept them together with his arms around the female
sheep's legs. He was crouched over the grass, his face close to the action.

     Big Horn looked the boy over. His thin frame was much tanned from the sun.
His brown butt stuck out. The front of him was hidden from view. Long dark hair
fell to the youth's shoulders. Not what he expected from a boy of the Moss-bowl
Tribe. He appeared to be no older than six years old.

     The tinkling sound stopped. Big Horn saw that the sheep bull was done
mating. His cock was bright red and long like a stallion's dong. It quickly
pulled back into its sheath where two large black balls hung. The boy continued
to keep hold of the female sheep. He turned himself towards her rump, revealing
that he bore an erection. The boy took a quick look around.

     Big Horn ducked behind a rock outcropping to hide. Coyote Thief joined
him with shining eyes. When the men peered out, they saw that the boy was
crouched over the sheep with his hands clutching its wooly back. His little
butt began to hump in and out.

     Coyote Thief made the 'stiff male' sign with his pointing finger, wiggling
it in the further gesture of fucking. That's what the little boy was doing to
that sheep. He was crouched over the animal's wooly rump with his knees pressed
around her sides. His butt flexed quickly, stabbing his dick in and out of the
sheep's slimy cunt.

     Big Horn felt his cock swelling in response. His breechclout hid it though
Coyote Thief eyed the revealing bulge under his front flap and grinned. He
wasn't ashamed. They had both done things with a stallion. It was also known
that boys stuck into a dog in heat after she'd been fucked by male dogs.

     The men peeked from behind the rock outcropping at the youth. He appeared
to be resting over the sheep's back. Not for long, though. The boy raised his
head and stuck the sheep some more. His butt humped wildly. When the youth
achieved climax (a dry one), he laid over the sheep's back to rest. This went
on for a while until the boy had enjoyed many sweet thrills.

     'Are you enjoying the sights of this mountain?' asked Coyote Thief.

     Big Horn had to cover his mouth to prevent his laughter from being heard.
He managed to control his outburst. 'Yes. Very much. But I could have done
without that scare at Spirit Lake.'

     Coyote Thief looked hurt. 'I thought our plunge through that cave was lots
of fun.'

     'You wouldn't have thought it been fun if our breechclouts were lost.'

     Pride showed in the warrior's face. 'I didn't even get them wet.'

     Big Horn slapped his lover's arm. Pain shot up from his right leg, a cramp
that forced him to stand up fully to stretch it out. Coyote Thief flared his
eyes in surprise when the brave stood from the cover of their rock outcropping.

     'My legs are not used to such climbing,' Big Horn explained.

     Coyote Thief reached for his lover's right calf, massaging the hard knot
that he found there. Big Horn turned his eyes from himself to the youth below;
had he been spotted?

     The boy had ended his mating game with the sheep. He was resting over a
white mat, staring up at the clouds while pulling over his erection. Coyote
Thief noticed his grin. The warrior peered around for the youth who was only
two stone's throw away. He also smiled at what he saw.

     Big Horn's cramp slowly went away under his lover's tending. After giving
Coyote Thief his grin of thanks, they walked down to where the sheep were
grazing in the meadow.

     The youth had his eyes closed. He was deeply engrossed in the pleasure of
stroking over his erection that he didn't notice the approaching men. His
fingers felt slippery. Sperm covered his little dick and ran down to his balls.
Not coming from his loins; sticking into Mahd-maa's cunt (his pet name for that
sheep) made his dick wet. The boy was often taking his turn after Mahn-he (the
male sheep) had spent himself. Mahd-maa's cunt was filled. It made for slippery
stabs that helped him reach that thrilling ending surge that took his breath
away. After only a short rest, he would be back at it again.

     Big Horn and Coyote Thief came to stand around the boy. They exchanged sly
glances. With eyes closed, the youth didn't know that his act was being watched
or he probably would have stopped it.

     A tinkling sound drew Big Horn's attention. He saw the sheep bull munching
contentedly on grass, no notice was being taken of them. It was strange that
the sheep didn't run away.

     Coyote Thief kept his eyes glued on the youth. He was deciding whether he
should grunt to announce their presence or leave the boy to his pleasure.

     A soft gasp came from the boy. He stretched his arms and sat up while
deftly pulling part of his sheep's skin cloak across his lap. He'd seen the two
men. The younger man was watching his flock of sheep while the warrior with big
eyes looked down at him, smiling.

     Big Horn raised his right hand in greeting to the boy. "We were exploring
the wonders of your mountain. I've not seen this kind of animal before. They
don't try to run away?"

     The boy giggled. "No. I've heard that the Valley Tribes have to chase down
animals to eat. We raise sheep."

     "They are many," answered Big Horn with a sweep of his hand.

     "I tend to the Lower Lake Meadow. Hawk-singer watches over an even larger
flock by the Falls. When I'm older, I'll take up his looped stick and a new
boy will take my place here."

     Big Horn nodded though he didn't understand what a 'looped stick' was.
The boy peer up at him with bright eyes as if expecting him to say something.

     "I'm called Snow-pebble because I was born in winter."

     "I am Big Horn from the Kalinlepi Tribe and his name is Coyote Thief."

     "Is he that warrior who's come from the Spear-bearing Tribe?"

     "Yes. How did you know that?"

     "May-oh-beh told me. Was there really a Trickster in the village who was
hunting boys?"

     Big Horn nodded his head. "Coyote Thief actually saw him. He warned your
shaman and the People danced a circle of protection around their lodges to
scare the Trickster away."

     Snow-pebble lowered his eyes when he went into deep thought. It was true!
He didn't believe the squaw's story about a Trickster but to hear a man say that
had to mean it was so.

     Big Horn turned to Coyote Thief. The warrior didn't raise his hands to ask
what been said. He couldn't have followed much of their conversation.

     "I haven't seen visitors come to the meadows before."

     Big Horn smiled. "In Coyote Thief's youth, his shaman had brought him to
your mountain for a visit. Now he's showing me around. I've seen where your men
sweat, the ocean and we fell into Spirit Lake."

     Snow-pebble giggled. "That's Moy's Tooth slide. Hawk-singer took me there
once. It's a long hike along the cliffs to enjoy a brief thrill."

     "A bit scary. Coyote Thief didn't tell me that we'd fall into a lake. He's
going to show me the waterfall next."

     The boy pointed. "You'll go that way, over the rise to where Hawk-singer
is tending his flock. The waters of Spirit Lake spill over the mountain's
broken tooth and it is a great wonder to behold!"

     Big Horn raised his hands and gestured what he'd been told to Coyote Thief.
The warrior grunted in response.

     "Do you have to go there now?" asked Snow-pebble.

     Big Horn heard longing in the boy's voice. "No. We could rest here for a
while. Coyote Thief has nearly walked my legs off with all the traveling we've
done today."

     Snow-pebble shook his head excitedly. "You can tell me about where you
come from."

     Big Horn raised his arms towards the sky and stretched. A yawn came from
his mouth. He felt Father Sun's heated Hand over his back and it felt good.

     "It's not often sunny," the boy whispered. "You can lay over the grass and
take a nude sun bath with me. No one ever comes here." Snow-pebble stood up
with his sheep skin cloak falling from his body.

     Big Horn nodded. He glanced at the boy's pole that drooped over his balls,
no longer stiff as he'd seen earlier. The youth turned to his flock. His brown
butt drew the brave's eyes to them like tree sap. Cute and small.

     Coyote Thief was also eyeing the boy's nakedness. He turned to Big Horn
and made quick gestures with his hands. The brave answered him by untying his
thong belt, tossing his breechclout to the ground and laying over it so the
grass wouldn't tickle his cock. Snow-pebble eagerly laid down his cloak beside
him. The boy gestured at the warrior to join them over the ground.

     Big Horn saw hesitation in his lover. 'We can enjoy the sun for a while
before you take me to the falls. Get your butt over here!'

     Coyote Thief laughed. He pulled his breechclout away, kicked off his
moccasins and laid over the grass on his belly. The hot sun felt good over his
back.

     Snow-pebble was laying between the two men. He'd caught a brief glimpse of
the warrior's cock. His body was huge next to him. There were battle scars over
his back and left arm. The boy's eyes roamed lower. The man's butt wasn't as
dark as the rest of him because he wore a breechclout. His own body was evenly
tanned by going about naked when tending his sheep.

     Turning to Big Horn, the boy asked: "Tell me about your People."

     "Ah. Our tribe lies three day's walk from here. Have you heard of the
Muddy River People? We call ourselves the Kalinlepi. My uncle is chief."

     "Do you hunt buffalo?"

     "No. In the time of my grandfathers' fathers we did but my People came to
the forests to hunt deer, elk and the boys set traps for rabbits."

     "Do Coyote Thief's People hunt the buffalo?"

     "Yes. But I've not actually seen it done." Big Horn realized that the boy
wanted to hear about a buffalo hunt but it would be difficult to hand gesture
with his lover and translate words to this boy while they were laying over the
ground. A yawn filled his mouth.

     "He doesn't speak our tongue?"

     "No. Coyote Thief has learned some of our words; I've been teaching him."

     "Isn't your tribe enemies with the Spear-bearing People?" the boy asked in
a low whisper.

     Big Horn nodded. "He has come to live with our tribe in peace." The boy
opened his mouth to speak but closed it, thinking better about what he was
going to ask. Relief filled the brave. Explaining their relationship with Cliff
Sprinter had not gone well so he was glad to be spared talking about it with
Snow-pebble.

     When the boy closed his eyes, Big Horn allowed himself to relax. He
pressed his face into the crook of his left arm. Father Sun felt good over his
back. It was putting him to sleep.

     Coyote Thief had tried following what was spoken between Big Horn and the
Moss-bowl youth. Something about hunting Bee-tah, or buffalo as his lover would
name them. He wanted to answer the boy's question but not knowing enough words
frustrated him. The warrior sighed. He stretched over the grass and felt sweat
rising from his body. The afternoon sun was shining brightly over this meadow.
He didn't expect this on the usually cloud-covered mountain.

     Big Horn was falling to sleep. That didn't surprise Coyote Thief when he
thought about all the walking they'd done along the cliffs. And the air was
thinner up here. His shaman had warned him about that on their last visit.

     Coyote Thief looked at the boy laying beside him. His body was darkly
tanned; not like the pale youths he'd seen in camp. And he wore his hair long.
Its length reached to his slim shoulders. Snow-pebble looked more like a Valley
Tribe's boy than a Mountain dweller. The features to his face proved that he
was from the Moss-bowl though.

     A grass jumper settled on the boy's hair. Coyote Thief had never seen this
kind of insect before. Tiny and green; it must be akin to the grasshoppers he'd
caught in his youth. Snow-pebble probably didn't even realize he had a guest.

     A long-ago memory dropped into Coyote Thief's head. It made his heart
ache. When he was Snow-pebble's age, he too went about naked and enjoyed
laying over the soft prairie grass to sun bathe. Those were care-free summers.
Too quickly they passed into manhood with responsibilities coming to his
shoulders. As a boy, he could hardly wait to grow up and become a warrior. Now,
he longed for those simpler days of his youth, long passed.

     Snow-pebble ran fingers through his hair as if to rub away an itch. The
grass jumper managed to evade him. Coyote Thief didn't want the insect to be
crushed so he gently plucked it from the boy's hair. He wiggled his finger the
tiny insect was clinging to and in a green flash, the grass jumper flew away.

     They both smiled. Coyote Thief reached out his left hand to the boy's hair
and combed out a tangle with his fingers. The youth turned to face him.

     'Hunt buffalo?' asked Snow-pebble.

     Coyote Thief was surprised that the boy could hand speak. 'Yes. I have
taken my braves on many hunts across the plains.' The youth's eyes showed no
reaction to what he'd gestured. Ah. Snow-pebble was too young to have learned
how to speak properly with his hands.

     'Tell me.' The boy's hands were clumsy in forming words but he tried
making the gestures with exaggerated shaping from his fingers.

     It was like baby talk but with hands, Coyote Thief realized. He turned
onto his side to face the boy. His hands carefully shaped words. 'I hunt the
buffalo on horseback.'

     Snow-pebble repeated the gesture for 'horseback' and shook his head.

     Coyote Thief explained that gesture by dropping his right hand to the
grass with four fingers forming the legs of a horse. He lifted his middle
finger for the horse's head. With his left hand, he pointed at himself then
formed the shape of a man straddling his right hand, the horse. The boy nodded
in understanding.

     'Buffalo big?'

     The warrior nodded. 'Buffalo bigger horse.' His left hand dropped to the
ground and became a running buffalo that his right hand, a horse, was chasing
after. The boy watched with interest.

     Coyote Thief acted out a buffalo hunt with his right hand chasing after
his left hand. When they touched, he pointed at himself and made the gesture
for a spear with his rigid right finger that struck the buffalo. His left hand
fell flat over the grass.

     Snow-pebble giggled. His eyes darted down the man's belly and saw that he
was excited. So big! He didn't want to get caught peeking so he turned his face
to check on his flock.

     Coyote Thief saw where the boy's eyes had fallen on him. He noticed that
the youth bore an erection so he stuck out his right forefinger at it.

     Snow-pebble was confused. He pointed at his hard dick while sticking out
his finger in the gesture for 'spear'. The man nodded.

     'You spear buffalo?' the boy gestured while pointing at the man's cock.

     Coyote Thief shook his head and laughed. 'I spear his butt' he gestured
while grasping his cock and making like he was going to cast it at Big Horn.

     Snow-pebble shrugged his shoulders. He didn't understand.

     Coyote Thief realized that a young boy wouldn't know about butt fucking.
He probably shouldn't explain what he meant.

     Snow-pebble pointed at his erection and made the gesture for 'spear' again.
Then his forefinger and thumb nearly touched to indicate that his was small.

     The warrior looked at the boy's skinny pole. Its rosy knob had popped out
from the foreskin. A small boy's size but with a nice length. 'Your spear hunt'
"sheep," gestured Coyote Thief while speaking the last word out loud. He winked.

     The boy's face burned with embarrassment. 'You saw?'

     Coyote Thief nodded his head. He turned onto his belly, head resting over
his folded arms but his eyes never left Snow-pebble.

     The boy also laid over his belly. He couldn't meet the warrior's fierce
eyes so he dropped his face to the grass, arms folding beneath his forehead.

     Coyote Thief smiled to himself. He knew that the youth would be going over
the meaning to his gestures, especially the one about his 'spear' striking Big
Horn's butt.

     Father Sun's heated Hand felt strong over the warrior's back. He relaxed.
Yet he was too excited to go to sleep. Big Horn had already done so. He could
hear the brave snoring. Snow-pebble squirmed over the grass as if an insect was
tickling his belly. He caught the boy peeking at him from the cover of his
folded arms. It was as if the youth was expecting something from him. But what?

     Coyote Thief reached out to pull out a tangle in the boy's hair. He raised
his shoulders and sighed contentedly. A sign that he wanted to be touched.

     Coyote Thief began massaging the boy's neck but he reacted by tightening
his shoulders and giggling. His fingers had tickled him. The warrior relaxed
his hand. Snow-pebble peeked at him again, waiting for something more to happen.

     Coyote Thief palmed over the youth's warm back. It was slippery with
sweat. Pleasure shined in Snow-pebble's eyes. Beneath the man's hand, he felt
the boy's shoulder blades and gently rubbed over them. His hand roamed down
along the boy's spine, turned before reaching his butt and went back up to his
shoulders. He gently massaged their bony frame.

     Loud snoring was heard coming from Big Horn. That made the boy giggle.
Coyote Thief smiled and swept his hand down the boy's back and just touched
upon his rising curves before turning his hand upwards. Snow-pebble's breath
trembled. He turned his face to the grass and stretched his arms out above him.

     Coyote Thief turned onto his side so that he could more easily handle all
parts of the boy. He elevated his head in his right hand. His left hand roamed
down the boy's back all the way to his butt. He lingered over the soft cheeks.
They began to hump slightly. A pleasant tingling went through the man's loins
when he realized what the youth was doing.

     A firm push was given to the boy's little butt. Snow-pebble breathed in
sharply. His hands dug into the grass above his head, pulling himself along his
sheep's skin cloak. Coyote Thief relaxed his hand a moment. When the youth's
cheeks tightened, he pushed down firmly before relaxing his hand again. The
rhythm had been set.

     Snow-pebble had his eyes tightly shut. The man's big hand held his butt,
pushing on it when he made a thrust against the grass. A sharp thrill went
through his pole. His body relaxed a moment before he made his next stab.

     Coyote Thief glanced past the boy for Big Horn. The brave's face was
pressed into the crook of his left arm, eyes closed in sleep. He knew that his
lover wouldn't approve of what he was doing with this boy. Where was the harm
in it though? Snow-pebble welcomed his touch and he felt good from his erection
that he rubbed for thrills. He obviously liked having his butt handled.

     The boy softly moaned through his nose. Coyote Thief wanted to try more
with his young charge. His hand turned so that his fingers were pointing
towards the boy's legs. He clutched both cheeks, feeling their inner muscles
tightening and relax within the space of a heartbeat. The man gently pushed his
forefinger into the crack of that little butt. He felt the moist heat within.
Upon reaching the boy's hole, he rubbed over it in beat to the wild humping.
Snow-pebble didn't stop.

     Coyote Thief felt his cock throbbing but he was unable to handle it. He
was fingering the boy's hole. How would it feel to bury his cock inside that
little butt? The man's breath trembled with lust but he managed to keep control
of himself. He was already daring much. That's when he noticed a slimy warmth
sucking on his finger. He was knuckle deep in the boy's asshole. Fear squeezed
his heart that the boy would shout in protest and waken Big Horn.

     Snow-pebble did cry out. Coyote Thief's finger slipped out and he looked
at Big Horn with dread. There was no sign that he awakened. Snow-pebble was
looking at him with fierce eyes. Was the boy angry at what he'd done?

     Breaths rushed through the boy's mouth. He didn't scold the warrior for
fingering his hole but he was curious about it.

     Coyote Thief knew that he had to explain himself but what could he say?
The boy stared at his cock. He stuck out his forefinger for 'spear'.

     Snow-pebble spread his forefinger and thumb apart in a gesture for 'big'.
Then he rushed to cover his little butt with his hand as if to prevent it from
getting speared by the man's cock.

     'I no do you,' the man gestured with careful shaping of his hands.

     Snow-pebble frowned. He pointed at the warrior's finger that had stuck in
him. He made the gesture for 'small' though his face grimaced in feigned pain.

     Coyote Thief realized that his fingering had hurt. An idea came to him. He
pointed at the boy's finger while screwing up his face. He turned away from the
youth, lifting his right leg to open his butt. He gestured, 'Spear me.' For a
long moment nothing happened.

     The boy reached over and spread his cheeks. Coyote Thief was expecting his
hole to get fingered but a small hand clutched his waist instead followed by a
sharp stab in his butt. The warrior was not expecting that kind of attack.

     Snow-pebble's chest pressed against the man's sweaty back. His right hand
pulled over Coyote Thief's waist when sticking his dick deep into him. A sharp
thrill came from his erection. It was similar to mounting a sheep's cunt but
this was a full-grown man. He was inside his butt!

     Coyote Thief turned onto his belly so that he could see if Big Horn was
still sleeping. The boy had clung to his back, his erection slipping into his
butt again. Little hands reached up for his shoulders and surged there. The
warrior gritted his teeth and endured. He was more concerned that his lover
would see what the boy was doing to him and get mad.

     Snow-pebble panted to the man's back. He stabbed in and out while his
thrills grew more intense. A butt hole felt tighter than a sheep's cunt. His
small body rode the mighty warrior. He saw the man's five feathers and marveled
at what he was doing to him. Quick spear stabs! Then his dick surged with a
thrilling throb. Pleasure exploded in the boy's head. He realized with pride
that he'd conquered the warrior's butt.

     Coyote Thief heard the boy's outcry. He went to his knees and bucked the
youth from him as if he were a wild horse, whinnying and pawing the grass with
his hands in play acting.

     "What's going on?" Big Horn asked while rubbing sleep from his eyes. He
saw the warrior on his knees with the boy sitting behind him, giggling.

     'The boy was trying to ride me,' gestured Coyote Thief, laughing. He hoped
that his lover would think they were only playing 'horse'.

     Big Horn sat up. He saw Snow-pebble pointing at Coyote Thief admits lots
of giggling. The warrior was on all fours and he looked like a wild stallion
with his dong hanging down between his legs.

     "I speared him!" shouted the boy.

     Big Horn noticed that Snow-pebble bore an erection and wondered if
something more had been going on. Coyote Thief sat down over the grass. His
eyes seemed shy.

     'Did the boy break you?' asked Big Horn.

     Coyote Thief only nodded. He caught the brave's hidden meaning.

     Snow-pebble got to his feet. He checked on his flock and saw that a group
of sheep had wandered towards the trees so he ran to them, arms raised with
lots of shouting. He managed to herd them back to the others.

     Big Horn went to sit with his lover. He seemed troubled.

     Coyote Thief kept his eyes on the boy running in the distance. That gave
him the time to compose himself so his lover wouldn't read guilt in his face.
To his surprise, he felt a kiss on his cheek.

     "Jeh-eb, Tay-hah."

     Coyote Thief turned to Big Horn and returned his spoken words of love.
They kissed. Gently. Snow-pebble ran up to them with a grin on his face.

     "I saw you two!"

     Big Horn shrugged his shoulders at the youth.

     "You two kissed."

     "Shhh. I don't want your sheep to know," teased Big Horn.

     "That's silly! They don't care about what you're doing... and I won't tell
anyone." Snow-pebble kneeled close to the men.

      Big Horn's cock had grown stiff from kissing his warrior. He felt
restored from his nap, needing to make love again but a small boy was watching
them. Coyote Thief glanced at the youth, frowning, as if thinking this same
thing. He huffed with frustration.

     Snow-pebble sensed their uneasiness. He muttered, "I want to know how it's
done."

     "How what is done?" asked Big Horn.

     The boy dropped his eyes to their hard cocks. "To kiss and show love. I
promise not to tell anyone."

     Big Horn wanted to make love to Coyote Thief and saw this reflected in his
companion's face. The boy didn't wear silly grin. No giggles were being kept in
his throat that would mock them. He revealed only curiosity. And there was
longing in him to learn how it was done and feel adult love for himself.

     The brave's heart ached for the boy. He was too young to know what love
was but he could be shown. A quick hand gesture was given to Coyote Thief who
reacted with wide eyes. He nodding at his request.

     "Lay down, Snow Pebble." Big Horn made a space between them and the boy
laid over his back. Coyote Thief turned onto his right side over the grass
while he went down on his left side. Their arms reached out to each other,
cradling the boy's head between them.

     Snow-pebble felt the warmth of their bodies huddling him. He was in their
embrace. The men kissed and he watched it up-side-down by dropping the back of
his head into the grass. His arms felt squashed with nowhere to go so he lifted
his hands and held the men's lower backs. They felt sweaty.

     Big Horn drank in his warrior's lips, kissing him passionately and he
forgot about the boy laying between them. He drew his lover closer to him.
Their upper shoulders whispered together while below, his cocks strained to
meet and rub.

     Coyote Thief hadn't forgotten about the boy. He felt his soft head against
his breast, a small hand clutching the lower part of his back and he made stabs
to the boy's groin where Big Horn's cock met his.

     Snow-pebble raised his head so that he could watch the action below. The
two men were laying on each side of him, their big cocks touching and rubbing
over his erection. It felt really good. He reached his hands down to their
humping butts. Both of the men's cheeks tightened in beat to their thrusts,
relaxed, then tightened again. He lifted his little butt from the grass to join
their lusty stabs.

     Big Horn felt the boy's head lift from the middle of his left arm and
press against his right arm. A space had been made that allowed him to bring
Coyote Thief's upper chest against his. Snow-pebble's soft hair tickled his
breast. He was too busy kissing his warrior to look at the boy. He felt his
small body against him, a hand clutching his butt and his erection lost in the
battle between the warrior's cock and his.

     Coyote Thief enjoyed Big Horn's kisses. Their tongues darted to each
other's mouths in a slippery dance. His hands pulled over the brave's back,
their upper shoulders touching and chests rubbing. He felt the boy's soft hair
on his breast. The side of his small body from head to toe pressed against him.
The youth was laying over his back, being smothered by their frantic bodies
pressing down on him. A small hand was pulling over his butt. He rubbed his
cock over the boy's erection, met by Big Horn's cock that formed a fleshy trio.
Oh, what a lusty sensation! He growled out like a bear when feeling the intense
thrills that would soon get him to cum.

     Snow-pebble felt the weight of two men pressing down on him. He was slowly
getting squashed. But that didn't matter. He was part of their love making and
that was exciting. It reminded him of a belly rub Hawk-singer had done with him.
His friend said that boys were often playing naked games together and it was
better than handling his erection alone. They couldn't meet that often. Both
had flocks to tend but Hawk-singer showed him how to stick in sheep for thrills.
It wasn't as satisfying as being in his friends arms and doing it.

     It didn't strike Snow-pebble as odd that men still liked to belly rub. The
only difference was that they kissed. Hawk-singer never tried that with him but
that's because they were only friends. Big Horn really loved his warrior. The
boy felt this. He saw it with his own eyes. Getting naked together, kissing and
body rubbing was how they expressed it.

     Snow-pebble felt spear strikes to his dick. They were getting very fierce.
He no longer had to lift his butt from the grass to stab back because the men's
frantic bodies were nearly on top of him. Their butts humped quickly in his
hands. He waited for the exciting ending part, knowing that their cocks would
come out like Hawk-singer's dick did in their belly rub.

     Big Horn stopped kissing so that he could catch his breath. He remembered
the boy laying between them and peered down at his erection getting mashed by
their cocks. He felt the small hand pulling over his butt. Including this youth
in their love making has made it more exciting. He didn't feel any guilt. The
boy was only being shown how it was done.

     Coyote Thief gulped in air. He held a breath, stabbed a few times then
released it as a moan of pleasure. The boy was making small cries through his
nose. He had his head raised, watching the melee of their cocks rubbing against
his little erection. The boy was too young to get his to shoot. Did he know
that men could?

     Snow-pebble was getting crushed with the men's straining bodies over him.
He'd managed to raise his head from their crisscrossing arms. He peered down
his belly to watch the action. Such big cocks! They sprouted from hairy groins
and were of length to reach each other and stab, rolling over his erection that
was no match in size. Yet the boy felt pleasure when they met and rubbed. He
noticed that the men had different colored knobs. Big Horn's was blood red like
his own but the warrior's was darker, brown like his body. They both oozed to
the boy's dick in sticky strands. He smelled its sweet scent.

     A low groan came from one of the men. Snow-pebble saw the brave's cock
shooting then the warrior growled, his cock flowing as well. That became too
much for the boy. He pulled over the men's slippery butts, lifting his from the
ground to make quick stabs. A sharp thrill came from his erection. The boy
cried out in his high-pitched voice, joining the men's moans. Their heated
bodies slowly relaxed. Breaths raced through their mouths from being spent.

     Snow-pebble heard kissing. He turned his head and bumped into someone's
arm. It lifted out the way. He saw the men kissing until Big Horn needed to
take a breath. The boy strained to reach Coyote Thief and felt a kiss to his
forehead. He lifted his chin to catch it on his mouth. He did. It was a sweet
sensation, lips on lips. He felt what love was!

     Big Horn saw what was happening. He didn't think badly of it until the boy
turned to face him with pleading eyes. The boy wet his lips and approached. He
kissed him briefly. Guilt squeezed his heart since it was wrong to do that with
a young boy.

     Coyote Thief reached down for their cum and swirled it over the boy's dick
and small balls. He spoke the ending words to his rite.

     Snow-pebble saw his dick being covered in what had come out of theirs. He
didn't understand what the warrior said but Big Horn explained it.

     "The warrior is performing a 'growing up' rite for you. Our male strength
is given to you so that your loins will mature."

     When the warrior made a few pulls over Snow-pebble's foreskin, he felt his
dick surge. An intense thrill! The boy sucked in a breath and released it as a
sharp cry.

     Coyote Thief smiled. He felt the boy's strong throb and knew he climaxed.
Hearing his cry of joy was further proof of it. He was glad for having given
this youth a small measure of the love that he shared with Big Horn. His lips
tingled in sweet remembrance of their kiss.

     Big Horn saw the boy peering up at him with nice eyes. He nodded at the
unspoken gratitude being given him. "You have shared in our love, Snow-pebble.
Keep it deep in your heart and tell no one as you've promised."

     Snow-pebble nodded. He was dying to tell Hawk-singer about it but knew
that promises had to be kept. His friend probably wouldn't have believed him
anyway, how he stuck into a warrior's butt and had sperm shot to his dick from
two men.

     Big Horn got to his feet and grabbed their breechclouts. He handed Coyote
Thief's his with shy eyes. The warrior silently put it on. He turned to the boy
and raised his hand in farewell.

     Snow-pebble stood up in a rush. He felt a sharp pang of loneliness to see
that they were leaving. No word came to him that he could say. Then they were
gone. The boy looked down at himself, at their sperm covering his dick and he
clutched it so that none would be lost to the ground.

     The boy found his sheep's skin robe and laid over it, staring up at the
clouds while thinking over all the things he'd seen and done with them. When he
was older, he would find someone to love. It was a wonderful feeling! He
wondered if Hawk-singer liked kissing.

     For a long while, the boy daydreamed. He pulled over his sticky erection
until it rewarded him with many sharp thrills. The sheep came to surround him,
chewing on grass and he heard Mahn-he's bell softly tinkling. He enjoyed the
hot afternoon sun until clouds came to obscure His face.

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I will now begin writing the conclusion to the 'Shaman Willow Bird' series. It
should prove exciting! Here's a synopsis of what's happening along with a brief
story excerpt.

War has come to Willow Bird's tribe and the Split Tribe who together must face
Plains warriors from the Spear-bearing Tribe and the Shew-owa (Thundering
Horsemen). Willow Bird has regained his powers but will they be enough to
protect his People? And he'll face an even greater challenge... Tash-o-gwa, the
evil Trickster who stole his silver ring. Light will do battle with Darkness.
What will be the outcome?

What follows is an excerpt from part 12:
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     I am drawn to the dark woods for some reason. My reluctant steps, one in
front of the other are taking me further away from the safety of my tribe,
from the warriors and braves who are preparing for battle and our People who
dread its coming. The glow from a campfire fades when I enter the forest. A
cold wind blows. I feel the tiny hairs rising at the back of my neck in
expectation of something... Evil.

     Before I can think of running, a strong hand is clamped over my mouth. My
arms are held. I try to struggle free but there are two men holding me. They
are enemy warriors! I sense hatred and their great concern in preventing me
from crying out a warning.

     "Tee-eh ahn zee, Willow Bird."

     The words hold no meaning for me but I hear malice in them. Such hatred in
his voice when uttering my name. Panic fills me. I try kicking the man at my
left side but his grip of my arm doesn't falter. I'm lifted from the ground by
the two men. A dark form approaches me. Not another Spear-bearing warrior but
someone shorter. It is the boy who spoke.

     I can barely make out his face in the dark. The campfire I left behind
casts some light over him. One moment I can see him in the flickering light and
the next, it becomes too dark. Yet I know who this boy is though I've never
seen him before. It's Tash-o-gwa. The Trickster.

     I gasp with fear. I'm so bound by fright by meeting Tash-o-gwa that there
would be no need to be covering my mouth. The men drop me back to the ground
and my arms are pulled behind my back. I feel something being wrapped around my
hands. It bites into my wrists.

     The boy's cold palm presses against my chest. His touch makes my skin
crawl. I'm unable to Send my thoughts to him or to Read what he is thinking.
The two warriors restraining my arms are also beyond my Reach. I've been
thwarted by Evil. Oh, Smiles-a-lot. Come to me in my moment of need!

     Laughter. I hear the boy's high-pitched yelps that reminds me of a wolf.
His palm roams higher up my chest and with a sudden snap, he takes my bundle.
The acorn within still sleeps. Out of reach and unaware of my need for its
power. My voice is muffled against the warrior's hand covering my mouth when I
cry out in utter despair!
                                      ***

I recommend that you go back and reread the 'Shaman Willow Bird' series up to
this point. By reliving Willow Bird's accounts of love, loss, suffering and
renewal, you'll better appreciate the conclusion to this series.

                                - Vince Water -

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