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    BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-6                        "Brave Willow Bird"
    (Part #6 of 9)                              Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
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       I walk back to my lover. He's in discussion with Sings-to-the-birds
    about the ritual preparations. I hear mention of a half lodge. Big Horn
    faces me with a serious expression.

       "Has the shaman prepared everything that I require for tonight?"

       I pause from answering Big Horn to think. I'm alarmed from my having
    forgotten to ask Deep-roots-that-whisper about it. I was too busy making
    love to his young boy. How should I answer my warrior?

       "You'll need to return to the shaman's lodge to ask another favor upon
    him," asks Big Horn. "The chief has allowed my rite to take place on the
    shore of Spirit Lake. We'll construct an open lodge there so see if the
    old man knows of someone who can loan us some large hides for its walls."

       I'm quick to nod my acceptance. It gives me another chance to ask the
    shaman about Big Horn's ritual items for tonight. I reach to the ground
    for my breechclout and tie it around my waist.

       "Where can I find you?"

       "Sings-to-the-birds and I have some things to do this afternoon,"
    answers Big Horn. "Meet us this evening at Spirit Lake. Bring up whatever
    items the shaman is able to loan you along with the animal hides. We'll
    see you then."

       I run from the two men and head down river. My thoughts return to my
    gifts of visions during the sweat. My lusty embracings with the men seem
    more like wild fantasies than a true vision.

       My other visions are darker and frightening. Some were of events in my
    recent past; the Trickster being struck by Big Horn's spear in his butt. I
    seem to need an assurance that that vile man is truly dead and that he
    won't be chasing me anymore.

       My vision of a boy coming between Big Horn and I has also happened.
    I've embraced three with my sweet love making: Sun Beam, Sah-omb and
    especially Night's Star. The frightening images of Song Bird worry me
    though. Is my dear friend going to drown in the river while I'm away?

       I've learned to heed my visions. Some have already come to pass so
    what I need to do is sort through what hasn't. Yet I require a shaman's
    wisdom to make sense of what I Saw. The old chief's warning comes to mind.
    He had said that this gift from the Great Spirit should not be revealed to
    others. Why?

       I've also had waking dreams. Must I keep these frightening images to
    myself as well? My People's shaman would help me to come to understand
    them. But he's far away and what I've been warned of may soon come to
    pass. Do I dare speak of it to a shaman not of my People?

       I find the stone path. When crossing the river to it, I empty my butt
    and clean between its cheeks. A man's fuck can make for a messy butt! My
    hole clings tightly to keep some of Stone Arm's cum inside it. I want that
    man's strength.

       My icy legs come onto shore. During my walk, my body feels slow and out
    of energy. My troubling thoughts keep going around in my head. Should I
    consult with Deep-roots-that-whisper? He seems very wise and I already feel
    comfortable in speaking with him about my sexual feelings of making love
    with boys.

       My head turns numb when I pass the dead. I keep my eyes away from their
    creaking wooden platforms and the tinkling of tied objects bumping together
    in the wind. I seem to have a building fear for this place or one like it.
    Not death for myself. My dark feelings are hard to explain in words.

       I pass the fallen tree along the path with dread. It's also tied in
    with my waking dream as the fallen oak beneath the four rising mountain
    peaks. A frightening image without meaning!

       I walk onwards without finding any answers. A lonely road for me to
    travel. The lodges come into sight when the trees fail along the stone
    path. I make my way to the shaman's painted lodge.

       After calling out my name, the old man allows me to enter. He is
    alone. I sit with him around the fire and ask about the things Big Horn
    has wanted of him. The shaman assures me that everything will be in
    readiness for tonight. As to the loan of lodge skins, I'm told to go seek
    out the master tanner. He'll loan me what I need.

       An uneasy silence comes between us when I consider asking this man
    about my visions. He notices my deep thoughts and remains patient. I'm
    unsure of these People's laws and taboos governing such things so I
    decide to ask about that first.

       "I was given visions during the sweat rite..."

       "Hmm. It's a gift from the Great Spirit," answers the shaman. "You must
    seek out their meaning, though in time, they will come to pass and you'll
    nod your head in understanding afterwards."

       "I need to understand their meaning before they happen!"

       The old man grins. "That's a shaman's gift; and not always an accurate
    interpretation to the giver! It's best to muddle through their meaning for
    yourself, Willow Bird."

       I nod my head in an uneasy agreement. It's as the chief had said;
    visions are not to be shared with others. My waking dreams come to mind.
    They were not given me during the sweat.

       "Before the sweat rite, I was given... dreams when awake. Can I consult
    with you about them?"

       "Hmm. It cannot wait for your return to your own tribe and shaman?"

      I shake my head. "You have wisdom enough for me, Deep-roots-that-whisper.
    I'm in need of your help now."

       The old man crosses his hands over his chest. It's a familiar gesture
    of listening from my own shaman. Though my mouth wants to blurt out my
    troubling visions, I take a more round about path to its telling so that
    this shaman can understand how my waking visions had come to me.

       "There have been times on your mountain when I've become faint," I
    begin. "Shakes-like-the-ground claimed that it has something to do with
    the air up here. Perhaps Moy takes strength of the People that He
    protects to keep Himself strong. I do not know.

       "I keep seeing the same frightening scene over and over again. Four
    rising mountain peaks and a fallen oak beneath them. Their movement brings
    me to feel dread and despair; that nothing can be done to stop it! I do
    not understand why."

       The old man ponders for a moment. "Is there a place on the mountain
    that makes you feel more strongly about what you've Seen?"

       I nod my head. "When I'm walking along your stone path to the river, I
    see a fallen tree and dread it. Yet my greatest fear comes at your burial
    grounds. I'm not afraid of roaming spirits or of death for myself... I get
    the urge to search there for someone."

       The old man lowers his eyes from mine. It brings much fear to my heart
    that he may have understood something in what I've said but that he
    doesn't want to be sharing it with me.

      "Do you remember my warning about interpreting visions?" the shaman asks.

       I slowly nod my head. "If you've found some meaning to my vision, you
    must share it with me!"

      Deep-roots-that-whisper releases a sharp sigh. "Someone is going to die."

       The old man's words cut through my heart like a flint knife. It stills
    my breath and my heart thumps in my throat. I sense the truth. His dark
    eyes glare into my own as he sees the effect that his words have given me.

       I recall my vision from the sweat and how it connects to my vision given
    me during my Mahyee-na rite in Big Horn's tipi. I had Seen Song Bird, my
    dear friend and lover struck down by a lightning bolt. It was Big Horn
    wearing a bear's skin that had sent it.

       Big Horn had taken the boy's silver ring to wear over his own finger.
    To harm me further, the bear/warrior had thrown Song Bird's body into the
    river. I knew that the boy was dead. Yet a strange youth in bright light
    had taken Song Bird from the water to breathe life back into him. A youth
    of Father Sun hair.

       Is Song Bird's death what the shaman speaks of? How does the four
    rising mountain peaks and a fallen oak come into it? Are all my visions
    related to one another or do they speak of different events?

       "I have troubled you with my interpretation," the shaman whispers.
    "Your vision warns of a death. You must find the proper place where your
    four rising mountain peaks and the fallen oak occurs to prevent it! Know
    this, Willow Bird. You still may not be able to prevent it."

       I slowly nod my head in understanding. In all my previous visions, I was
    unable to act on them until after they've unfolded. Song Bird will die.
    That truth brings up a lot of pain in me. A dark grip around my heart! Yet
    I'm given hope by the strange boy from the bright light. He must save my
    dear friend in my place! I strongly Wish that it will be so!

       A burning fills a finger in my left hand. I look down at it; my
    pointing finger where my silver ring had been. Quick images flash through
    my head: Song Bird's naked embrace with me in the river, a Tall Tree
    branch, the need for Pai-alucia to escape the bear, healing to the boy's
    grave wounds, a man in the woods to rape me, Song Bird's need to belly rub
    with me beside a lake. A breath's gift of life.

       My head swirls like a helpless leaf in a storm. I try to grasp meaning
    to the brief images but they flee too quickly from me and I forget them
    like suddenly waking from a dream. I moan in fustration. My hand burns
    with terrible pain!

       Something fills my mouth. I swallow the liquid and open my eyes to find
    the shaman holding me in his arms. Another sip is given me from the small
    clay pot at my lips. It slowly fills my limbs with strength.

       "Sit up, Willow Bird, if you can."

       The old man's arms help me to sit up. I lower my eyes from his in shame
    for having fainted. A man shouldn't show weakness in front of others. I
    reach out to the fire's warmth and remain silent about what's happened.

       "The tied bundle that you're carrying for me in your pouch is Powerful,"
    explains the shaman.

       I turn sharply at the old man to stare at him. His words come from a
    different direction than what I was expecting of him. What Power?

       The old man's words come in a whisper. "Your shaman is in need of it.
    That's why you must bring it back to him as I've asked and in secret!"

       I swallow nervously in my throat and nod my head. "Is it the cause of
    my waking dreams?"

       "You are the cause of your waking dreams!" snaps the shaman. "Something
    of Power that I don't know of is in you, boy. I've searched your body for
    it but nothing was found. A thing that was a part of you and is now gone."

       He searched my body? I clutch my sacred bundle to feel its contents.
    Nothing seems to be missing yet I open it to be sure. All the wrapped
    objects are in there. Had the old man looked through them?! That's the
    greatest taboo to look inside another man's bundle!

       I get to my feet and turn away from the shaman in anger. Without even
    saying my goodbye, I exit his lodge. My hand is tight around my sacred
    bundle as if fearing to lose it.

       I take a few deep breaths to calm myself between the lodges. A man
    doesn't reveal his troubles before other's eyes. Big Horn's task comes to
    mind. I make my way to the bloody clearing to look for the tanner of skins.

       My anger cools in me. I realize that my departure was hasty and without
    respect to this tribe's shaman. I'm not sure that he had violated my bundle.
    He only said that my body was searched for the mysterious power object.

       I release a worried sigh and enter the bloody clearing. The women are
    watching the progression of their smoking meat. They brandish sticks to
    keep the dogs away from the wooden racks. My stomach rumbles with hunger.

       I ask where the tanner can be found. A lodge is pointed out to me which
    I go to. I notice the many fine skins that are stretched over its wooden
    poles and roof. There are hides from buffalo, elk, deer and the hooved
    baa-haas. Cleverly sewn cuts in the door flap form patterns of circles and
    triangles. It makes for an impressive show of his craftsmanship.

       After shouting out my name, a man's voice asks me to enter. I draw the
    beautiful door skin to one side and enter his lodge. My eyes adjust to the
    darkness and I marvel at the walls of skin. This man is rich in animal
    hides!

       A man rises from around his fire to greet me. I study him for signs of
    rank. No eagle feathers are in his hair and the breechclout that he wears
    is plain and unpainted. Only a brave? The man is my height though a bit fat
    around the waist. His face shows the age of a grown man in his mid-twenties.

       "You are the boy that has come with Big Horn?" the man asks.

       I nod my head. "Yes. I've come to ask a favor upon you from my warrior
    for the loan of some hides to construct a ritual lodge."

       "I am Many Animals. The chief has told me of what Big Horn plans at
    Spirit Lake this night. I have considered loaning him the large skins
    that he'll need. Will you perform a favor for me in return?"

       I nod my head in reply. "I'll do whatever you'll ask of me if I can."

       The man nods in agreement. "Are you hungry?"

       I eagerly nod my head. Many Animals uncovers a bowl of freshly cut meat
    which he offers me. My fingers take a few pieces which I greedily consume.
    The meat is strange like what Left-handed Bow had given me a few nights
    ago. It begs a question in me to be answered.

       "Is this from your white animals, the hooved baa-haas?"

       "Yes. We call them sheep."

       I nod my head. "I've seen a young boy tending to them. They don't run
    away from men so they're easy to hunt. Yes?"

       "That is so, Willow Bird. Their wool is shaved off and spun into thread
    for use in making cloth. Have you not seen the fine dresses of our women?"

       I shake my head in embarrassment. No. I've not had much interest in
    looking at their women. I wonder if this man is aware of my being Mahyee-na?

       "I'll help you with carrying up the large hides to Spirit Lake," says
    the man.

       "Thank you, Many Animals. I am in awe of your impressive lodge."

    (The man looks around at the walls of his home through the eyes of his
    young guest. It gives him much pleasure to receive the compliment.)

       Many Animals stands up to fetch something down from his walls. A long
    twisted stick with many tied objects to it; dried leathery things of brown
    and black color. He gestures for me to stand with him.

       "This is my male fetish stick," he explains. "I've collected the
    penises to four legged animals to be tanned and ritually tied to this
    stick. I use it to offer young boys a growing up rite for their loins."

       Many Animals takes the tied objects in hand to name which animals they
    had come from. This man has collected the male parts from a dog, buffalo,
    deer, elk, rabbit, mouse, sheep, moose, raccoon, badger, squirrel and a
    horse. I notice that his long stick is actually the twisted cocks from a
    buffalo and a horse. The other animal penises are tied to them with raw
    hide strings.

       I'm not surprised by a horse's lengthy cock for I have felt over Big
    Horn's stallion with my own hands. What Many Animals holds in his hand is
    hard and leathery. Not warm and moist like Pai-alucia's swollen dong!

       The man comes up behind me. He dangles his male fetish stick over my
    lower body so that the dried animal cocks bounce against my butt. My skin
    forms chilly bumps at his rite. I've taken the cocks of men into me but
    never has a male animal penetrated my hole. Not from a lack of wishing
    though.

       "Tell me, Willow Bird. Have you ever had sex with an animal?"

       I swallow nervously in my throat. This man can read my thoughts?! I'm
    under an obligation to answer him for his having granted the loan of hides
    for Big Horn's ritual lodge tonight. It's a bold question upon me though.

       "Yes. Big Horn has taken the seed from his stallion to cover our bodies
    for a binding male rite between us."

       "Ah. I've heard of similar rituals," says Many Animals. "A boy is
    sometimes given a stallion's sperm to drink and to cover his small loins
    in a kind of growing up rite. I can imagine the wet embrace that Big Horn
    has performed with you. I'm asking about another thing."

       I stare at the man to hear his next words. There's a kind of excitement
    in his voice while he moves his male fetish stick around my body to my
    front flap. His hand lifts it so that my dick can be tickled by his dried
    animal penises.

       "You are Mahyee-na so men have stuck into your rear hole," the man
    says. "Have you ever taken an animal's cock into your butt to sperm you?"

       I shake my head while recalling my lusty imagining of what it would feel
    like to ride a stallion's long dong. A thing that couldn't happen because
    of the great size of a horse's cock to fit in my small hole. I won't share
    this with Many Animals yet a similar thing comes to mind which I voice.

       "I've heard of men sticking into a horse's ass for a fuck."

       "A thing that I've heard of as well," answers Many Animals. "The young
    boys tending our flocks are known to stick into sheep for a quick thrill.
    Would you allow a dog to stick into your butthole?"

       I'm shocked into silence by the man's request. Is this the favor that's
    he's asking of me? I consider it for a moment. There's no fear in me of
    enduring the act of a male dog making his lusty use of my hole. What would
    harm me is the shame to my good name if others were to learn of it.

       "When I was ten, a big dog had raped me," admits Many Animals.

       I turn to the man and read his dark face. There's some anger in him. He
    wasn't thrilled to have his butt taken in his youth it would seem.

       "It was watched by two older boys who wouldn't come to my aid,"
    explains the man. "Did you know that a dog's sperming is a lengthy one?"

       I shake my head in reply. Things become clearer to me about this man.
    That shameful event from his past had set his path as a man. He's become a
    tanner of animal hides and his male fetish stick is like a warrior's
    trophy hoop of scalps taken from the men that he's killed in battle.

       "Are you asking me to endure a dog's fuck in my butt?" I ask.

       "No, Willow Bird. I wanted to test your reaction as a Mahyee-na man to
    my suggestion. I've heard that some of our warriors have stuck their cocks
    into your asshole. I wanted to know if that included male animals."

       "An animal cannot offer me the hope of love," I explain. "The dog only
    acts to satisfy his hard cock to come out."

       "That same thing could be said of horny men."

       I break into a nervous giggle. Many Animals joins me with his hearty
    laugh. He pulls away his male fetish stick from my groin and smiles. My
    dick stands up tall against my belly.

       "My rite has given you strength," says the proud man.

       I nod my head in reply. "Those stiff penises tickled me!"

       "My favor to ask, Willow Bird, is that you return male strength unto my
    fetish stick so that it can keep empowering the young boys in my growing
    up rites. Have your manhood come out to feed the dried animal cocks."

       I nod my head at the man's simple request. Many Animals dangles his male
    fetish stick over my belly while I take my long cock in hand to pull over
    it. My other hand examines each of the male animal parts to compare them to
    each other. As expected, the smaller animals have small cocks in proportion
    to their bodies. They're stiff and shriveled up from being tanned.

       Some of the animal cocks are longer than others for the same size in
    thickness. A few have attached the rounded ball sacks to their penises. I
    finger over their exciting features while the nice thrills in my dick build
    up. The man watches my performance with interest. I won't disappoint him.

       I arch my back and hump my butt while stabbing through my tight fingers.
    The dangling animal cocks against my belly tickle me. They also excite me
    in a strange, beastial way. I know that my release will be a strong one!

       Many Animals brings up a dried cock of manly proportions to show me.
    I'm relieved to hear that it's from a moose. He playfully stabs the long
    black thing between the cheeks of my ass. I spread my legs to allow its
    entry to my hole.

       Some mischief comes into me. I spit to my fingers and wet my butthole.
    Many Animals grins. He pushes his dried moose cock deeper into my hole with
    an in and out motion that the animal's fucking would be making. I groan
    out. The other animal penises tickle against the front of my hard body.

       The moose cock is a tight fit to my hole. Its black leathery skin is
    smooth so no injury is done to me. I feel its male power deep through my
    butt like a man's fucking and my body responds to it in the same way.

       I wrap my right leg around the twisted shaft of buffalo and horse
    cocks. My body is trying to become one with the man's fetish stick. I
    want my male power to flow to it. It pleases me that boys will partake of
    what I do here in their own growing up rites with this fetish stick. My
    maleness will flow to their young bodies though it.

       I gasp out when feeling a deep penetration from the moose cock in my
    butt. Many Animals' hand presses against my humping cheeks in the soft
    feel of a man's balls. My dick tingles in warning. I point it at the
    dangling animal cocks and feed them.

       My high-pitched cries announce the ending of our empowering rite. I
    shoot out lots of cum. The sharp thrills are nice to feel but they
    quickly ebb away when all my seed is given. I gasp in pain when the dried
    moose cock is pulled from my hole. The man brings it around to show me my
    butt stain over it.

       I slow my hand over my sore penis. It drips to the dirt floor while
    shrinking back into my groin. Many Animals grins at my accomplishment. He
    points out my thick white seed covering his dried animal penises. They're
    rubbed together so that all the cocks are fed.

       I drop my front flap over my groin and sit down around the fire to rest.
    The man places his male fetish stick back in its honored place over the
    lodge wall. He joins me around the fire.

       "That was an exciting display," says Many Animals. "I've watched young
    boys performing under my stick but not so enthusiastic as your male rite.
    My animal cocks have been fed from your sperm. Your power will pass onto
    the boys who undergo my stick's growing up rite. I thank you, Willow Bird."

       I nod my head and grin. Something that the shaman has told me comes to
    mind so I ask Many Animals about it. "There are other men here who perform
    a growing up rite for the young boys?"

       "Yes. A five eagle-feathered warrior offers boys his own rite in the
    big mens' lodge. He gives me much competition for the needing youths!"

       "In my own tribe," I explain, "a boy is empowered by his father. Is
    that practice not done in your own tribe?"

       Many Animals nods. "Some of those fathers are traders who are often
    away from their sons for many moons. The boy's worried mother will bring
    her son to us for a performance of the growing up rite."

       I nod my head with understanding. In my own tribe, a boy without a
    father is given that rite by his uncle. I have none. It surprises me that
    Big Horn hadn't performed in their place. An older boy, Broken Bow from
    this tribe had given me his thick seed over my body when I was nine. It
    allowed my loins to mature into a man's.

       I gaze at the man's front breechclout from curiosity. During our rite, I
    hadn't noticed any telling bulges from it. And why does he need my seed; a
    boy who hasn't yet been named a brave when he's a full grown man that could
    feed his male fetish stick any time he wants? I become bold and ask him.

       Many Animals looks into my eyes for a long moment in silence. There's a
    sadness in his face that makes me regret having spoke of it. I lower my
    eyes to the fire and forget my question upon him.

       The man slowly stands up. He loosens the front part to his breechclout
    and exposes his hairy groin to me. I'm relieved to find his penis. Not
    hard. It's length is promising of a good size yet I notice something odd.

       "A man's loins," explains Many Animals, "but no seed can flow through
    my cock. Not since I was a boy of your age, Willow Bird. My balls were cut
    from me by enemy warriors. They had captured me in the valleys, raped me
    and took away my hope for children with their flint knife."

       My eyes were stuck to the man's shrunken balls during his account but I
    lift them to stare into his sad eyes. My compassion leaps to him. If he
    were Mahyee-na, I would offer this man my hug.

       Many Animals covers up his loins. He sits down around the fire in
    silence. I have no words to offer him. To speak would only risk shaming
    him further so I too remain silent.

       "Are you ready for that long climb to the lake?" asks Many Animals.

       I stand up with the man and follow him to a corner of his lodge. He
    folds over a large hide before handing it to me. A heavy weight in my
    hands! A similar hide is taken into his arms. We exit his lodge and make
    our way to the stone path.

       My butt aches me during the walk. That dried moose cock was harder than
    what a man of similar size could ever offer me. Sadly, no cum was put into
    my hole for my pain. I promise myself to only allow a living male's penis
    to fit into my body. Winning seed in me is the reason for enduring his
    thrusts.

       Many Animals leads me quickly through the lodges and we come to the
    stone path going up to Spirit Lake. I make a tighter grip of my bulky
    animal hide and follow after him up the steps. My legs ache me very badly
    before my climb of them is done.

       We drop the heavy skins on the ground away from the lake. A fog covers
    its waters and makes for an eerie sight. After a short rest, Many Animals
    leads me back down to his lodge. He tells me that several more trips will
    have to be made.

       On our fourth and final trip through the lodges, a boy runs up to me
    with a bright grin. He calls out my name as if knowing me. The animal
    hides in my arms are heavy so I continue following behind Many Animals
    while talking to this youth.

       "Don't you recognize me?" the boy asks.

       I study his features. Short hair like the other youths of this tribe. A
    cute face. He appears to be thirteen years of age. It's from his voice
    that I come to remember him. This is my sweet boy of many questions who
    had been waiting for me in the dark!

       "How are you, Night's Star?"

       "Ah, you remember my name!" he shouts. "You've seen me briefly in the
    daylight with my giggling friends when we spied on you holding hands with
    your husband." In a lower voice, "I remember our love making in the dark
    most fondly."

       "I treasure our joining as well."

       "Where are you going with Many Animals with these heavy skins?"

      "Big Horn will be making a half lodge on Spirit Lake for tonight's rite,"
    I answer the curious youth. "Don't you remember me telling you about him
    initiating Sings-to-the-birds into the Mahyee-na?"

       The boy only nods his head. He seems to be in deep thought while walking
    at my side. It surprises me that his questions have stopped. Many Animals
    leads me once again up those long stairs until we reach the lake. The man
    gives me a weary grin when he releases his hand's burden to the ground.

       "This should be more than enough animal hides for Big Horn's lodge,"
    says Many Animals. "This sack contains thongs and skin scraps to secure
    them to your lodge poles. Come down to me if anything further is needed."

       I put my hand over the man's shoulder. "Thank you, Many Animals. I'm
    sure that these will be enough!"

       Night's Star comes to my side and we watch the man's departure. There's
    a sexual energy rising between us. I turn to the boy with my knowing grin.
    "Are you in need?"

       "What a funny thing to ask," exclaims the boy. "When you were my age,
    I'm sure that you were getting your dick to come out a lot!"

       "I still am! How old are you?" I ask.

       "I've nearly reached the moon of my fourteenth year," he answers. "How
    old are you?"

       "I'm more than fifteen summers and in two moons I'll be named a brave!"

       "My initiation into manhood is next summer. Have you undergone your
    fasting ritual to find your animal helper?" he asks.

      "No. But I soon expect that my shaman will be sending me to the cliffs to
    fast and pray. Until that day, I free to eat up sweet boys like yourself!"
    I turn to Night's Star and grip his shoulders. My lips roam over his breast
    and I kiss over his small left nipple.

       The boy seems nervous. He glances around as if expecting someone to come
    upon us. I recall the young boys with their tasks of filling water skins at
    this lake. Frozen Finger had also spied on Big Horn's love making with me
    here. It's not a good place for privacy.

       Night's Star takes me in hand through the thick trees. I enjoy the
    warmth of his hand around mine. Our touching brings an excitement to my
    loins. I recall my vision about a boy coming between Big Horn and myself.
    This youth? I'll try to keep my promise unto my lover by our pa-he-wat-che
    inside my sacred bundle. My seed will not flow to any other but my warrior.

       The boy doesn't go deep into the woods. He leads me in a slow circle
    through the trees with the lake to our backs. We come into a clearing. The
    edge of Moy Mountain is in sight with His brother, Cloy standing nearby.

       Night's Star unties our breechclouts while keeping his hold of my right
    hand. When they fall at our feet, my eyes go to the boy's hard loins. I
    see the thickness of his groin hair and I can believe that he's nearly
    fourteen. My thirsty mouth offers this youth a relief to his hard dick.

       I kneel close to the ground and make a proper aim of our male bodies
    for a lusty connection. It pleases me that Night's Star has an oozing
    dick. A long one for a boy of his age though not too thickly skinned. My
    lips open around it. He stabs through my mouth with the great urgency of
    coming out! I'm reminded of a certain warrior's similar attack.

       My mouth fills with the boy's hot penis. I'm given a taste from it of
    sour fat and excitement sweetness. Both combined in a lusty flavor of
    needing boy. His balls slap against my chin from his long stabs.

       Night's Star reaches down to my long hair. He doesn't grip it like
    Sah-omb had done. His fingers gently pull over its length in a kind of
    caress. I like his tenderness for me. The youth's thoughtfulness to the
    one pleasuring him.

       I reach my left hand around the boy's butt. It wiggles from his slowing
    stabs. I'm glad that Night's Star is taking his time with my pleasuring. I
    recall his words about another boy who is often sucking on him. This makes
    him very experienced with the act on how to prolong his penis thrills.

       My dick has grown very long. Yet I'm ignoring its pleas for boy
    pleasuring since I intend on keeping my love vow unto Big Horn! What I'm
    performing with this youth is my Mahyee-na duty to a needing male. I'll
    take his seed into my body though my loins will be kept from release.

       Night's Star makes loud breathing noises through his mouth. His butt
    humps in my hand with a stronger pace when his thrusts quicken in my
    mouth. His coarse groin hair tickles against my nose. I take in his odor
    of lime smelling skin and sweat. The sweetness in my nose has come from
    his oozing dick when it was pressed against his groin within his
    breechclout during our walk here.

       The sex dance of our bodies grows to a more excited pace. Night's Star
    moans in pleasure. I bob my head in time to his in and out stabs though my
    mouth. My lips tighten around his thrusting hardness. I get the boy to cry
    out when my tongue brushes against his oozing knob. No squirts yet.

       I let go of his wildly flexing butt to handle my own butt. I'm
    imagining this boy's long dick through my hole in a deep fuck of my ass.
    My folded legs move in manly motion. Though I don't handle my erection, it
    surges with thrills and in bitter sweet aching.

       "I'm going to come out!" shouts the boy.

       I rush my left hand up to his butt to prevent the youth from pulling
    out of my mouth when he cums. He may think that I don't want to swallow
    his sticky stuff like that other boy who sucks on him. I want to drink it!

       Night's Star takes a half step back from me. Yet my mouth clings to his
    surging cock and my hand has made its desperate grip of his backside. I
    trap his sex. He makes strong squirts between my lips and cries out.

       My mouth is quickly filled. It's a thick warmth over my tongue which I
    swirl around to taste. Not as sweet as a young boy's watery release but
    more like a man's seed. When his loins empty, I pull along his shaft with
    my lips to get every drop of boy. He giggles from the tickly feel.

       I stand up before the boy with a sly grin on my face. My mouth opens to
    show him what I've taken from his loins over my tongue. I swallow loudly.
    This causes Night's Star a little embarrassment by the way he looks down
    from my fierceness. He stares at my erection with awe.

       "I can suck on your cock," he offers, "and I'll swallow your cum."

       I sadly shake my head. "I'd love to feel your mouth around it but I
    should only come out in the arms of my warrior lover."

       Night's Star nods in understanding "You're the first boy to swallow from
    my dick! And I've spermed inside your butthole too! Our sex satisfies me."

       I smile at his accomplishments. "What about your heart?" I chide him.

       The boy shrugs his shoulders. "I think that I could come to love you,
    Willow Bird, but I prevent myself from doing so because you already have a
    warrior to love. I don't want Big Horn angry with me!"

       The boy's intelligence touches me. Yet it brings me some concern since
    I had offered him a release for only lust's sake. Why this talk of love?
    My hands finds his and grip them so that he can't escape. I stare deeply
    into the boy's eyes to discover what's going on in his head.

       I find something longing in Night's Star. It brings a bitter pain to my
    heart in rememberance of my first love, Song Bird. That boy also has love
    eyes for me like this youth. Could he too be Mahyee-na?

       The sound of animals startles me from my thoughts. I look around and
    see the hooved baa-haas; sheep! coming to rest under the trees near us.
    What concerns me is that there will be a boy to tend them. I don't want
    Night's Star to be harmed by gossip from what we've done here.

       I grab our breechclouts from the ground and rush the boy in hand to the
    woods. He sees my concern and covers his nakedness during our run. I cover
    my body with my front flap. Our hands continue to hold. A part of my sweat
    rite vision comes to me: 'I hand over the boy to another man to love.'

       We find a hidden place in the trees. I turn to face Night's Star with
    my intent to speak things over with him. He peers up at me with his deep
    dark eyes. His longing tries binding my heart. How easily this youth could
    become another Song Bird to me!

       I grip the boy's hands and ask, "do you like girls?"

       Night's Star shakes his head. "I think that my spirit is like yours and
    Big Horn to desire men."

       The same words from Sings-to-the-birds! A connection is made in my head;
    the unfolding of a part of my sweat rite vision. This youth? I continue to
    test Night's Star.

       "When I was sucking on your dick, you held my hand. Why?"

       The boy thinks a moment before answering. "It was something nice to do
    with you, Willow Bird. I was receiving the pleasure from your act so it was
    a good thing to hold your hand. Afterwards, I wanted to suck on your dick."

      "Why?" I carefully ask. "Is it something exciting to do for another boy?"

       "Yes. But it was my turn to pleasure your body! I wanted to kiss over
    your chest and smell your balls and do that kind of sex stuff before
    getting to the sucking part and drinking you."

       "Do you kiss over that boy who sucks you?" I ask.

       "No. He only wants to suck on my dick and get me to come out at his feet.
    For his own pleasure, he pulls over himself as I watch. No touching though."

       "Do you have any strong feelings for him?"

       "Not really. He won't allow me to love him."

       "That boy is probably not Mahyee-na," I explain. "All youths enjoy
    sexual exploration and the thrills it brings them. But when becoming men,
    they lust only for the squaws."

       "You've already told me this," says Night's Star. "I don't think that
    I'll ever take a wife."

       I nod my head. "You still have that time before being named a brave to
    decide your path in life. If you should decide to follow in my footsteps,
    I would gladly touch butts with you in the first rite of Mahyee-na."

       "Is that what Big Horn has done with Sings-to-the-birds?"

       "Yes. That brave will be tested this night by Big Horn, and if found
    true, he'll become Mahyee-na like us. He's a man with a good heart with no
    one yet to hold his hand as a lover..."

       I notice Night's Star hanging onto my words with interest. My vision
    has guided me well with the seeds of love being planted in this wanting
    youth. All I need to do now is sow interest in Sings-to-the-birds for him.

       I shake my hands loose of the boy's soft hands. Before I can turn from
    him, the youth gives me a tight hug. I smile from his affection. The
    warmth of his body on mine is a completion to my spirit, heart and flesh
    yet I must give this boy away. The shaman had true words to guide me with;
    he warned me not to take on too many burdens for my love to carry.

       Night's Star leads me through the woods and we come back to Spirit Lake.
    Most of the fog has been blown away. Not burned off like the fog over the
    muddy river back at my tribe by Father Sun. On this mountain, the clouds
    are often covering His face from sight.

       I get to the task of unrolling the heavy animal hides. Night's Star
    helps me. They should be enough cover for what Big Horn plans to build; a
    half lodge that faces Spirit Lake. The skins will form a wall towards the
    trees to keep anyone from watching our ritual. Only fish could spy on us.

       When all the hides have been opened and laid out over the ground, I lay
    over one to rest. Night's Star lays beside me. I welcome the sharing of
    our warmth. My head warns me to keep a heartful distance between us. A
    difficult thing since this boy is so affectionate and good looking... so
    willing for sex. I know that Sings-to-the-birds will be lucky to have him.

       "How did you know that you were Mahyee-na?" asks Night's Star.

       I smile at the boy's good question. "From obvious things. My dick grew
    long at watching naked boys in the river. I never felt any lust for girls.
    In my heart, I felt my attraction to those of my sex. It frightened me. I
    didn't know that my love could embrace another man until my monedo, Big Horn
    told me it could be so."

       "What kind of love?" the boy asks.

       I nod my head in understanding and on ponder an answer to give him. "My
    love for Big Horn is more than for a second father; more than for a monedo
    who's guiding my path into manhood. I embrace my warrior as a person who I
    love as a second self. We enjoy sex together but it's from our hearts that
    our body's joining makes for a deep completion of our spirits. I can feel
    the truth of our love when in that man's arms!"

    (Night's Star becomes silent. He thinks through Willow Bird's words and
    compares his feelings to them. His eyes fill with the passing clouds.)

       I reach down for the boy's hand and clutch it. My words have given him
    much to think about. I hope that Sings-to-the-birds will step into my place
    to guide this youth. Song Bird wasn't served well by my similar guidance...
    We're both in trouble because of it from his father, our tribal chief.

       My eyes close. I allow my weary body to rest and sleep takes me.

       The cries of birds awaken me. I slowly sit up to take a look around.
    It's early afternoon by finding the position of Father Sun through the
    broken clouds. I'm alone. Night's Star has left me and I feel some relief
    at that. It wouldn't do well for Big Horn to see me with such a sweet boy.
    He'd start to suspect something about us!

       I let go a hearty laugh. My spirit is flying like an eagle when I think
    about all the wonderous and lusty experiences that I've had with our visit
    to the Moss-bowl Tribe. I'm glad that Big Horn has taken me here! My head
    reminds me about my troubling visions needing to be solved. Sadness creeps
    back into my heart.

       I stare into the still waters of the lake. Moy's teeth captures my
    attention; rising peaks of stone. My heart twists in fear. It's my vision!
    I quickly look around for the fallen oak tree.

       There isn't any. No trees at all to be found near the lake's edge. I
    count the sharp peaks with disappointment. Many more than the four from my
    vision. This place also doesn't feel right. Not like the emotional sense I
    get at the tribe's burial grounds or the dread I felt from seeing that
    fallen tree beside the stone path.

       I lay over the soft animal hide to watch the passing clouds. It helps
    to clear my troubled head. I am thinking too much as Song Bird has warned
    me! A long sigh escapes my lips. My body is weary from all the things that
    I've done today. The forming shapes of the clouds try putting me back to
    sleep. I close my eyes and accept that fate.

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