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BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-8 "Brave Willow Bird"
(Part #8 of 9) Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
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We turn around and back against Big Horn to touch all our butts. It's a
nice sensation of warmth and softness when I hump against the two men. Our
hands reach out to one another and bind our triad.
"We have come together for this completion of the Mahyee-na ritual for
a new brother," announces Big Horn. "We are filled with love for our
hearts, with visions to guide our spirits and we've gifted seed from our
male loins to each other. It makes us one."
"I am Mahyee-na!" announces Sings-to-the-birds with pride.
'So is Night's Star,' I think to myself with some guilt. That boy has
joined into our male ritual without Big Horn's knowledge. A youth's seed
is mingling with the men's in my body and it fights for their attention
and respect. I wonder if Sings-to-the-birds suspects what I've done with
the boy.
"You are empowered to test and bring in new brothers to our society,"
announces Big Horn. "It begins with the touch of your butt with theirs.
Mind what you have been shown of our secret ways and pass it onto those
males who share in our Mahyee-na spirit."
"I will," answers Sings-to-the-birds. (The brave's thoughts turn to that
cute boy, Night's Star. It'll bring him much joy to guide that youth along
the Mahyee-na path, and if their heart become one, to join as lovers.)
My hand is squeezed by Sings-to-the-birds. His happy moment is shared
by me and Big Horn though my lover is unaware of the new boy in his life.
One of my visions is fulfilled; the joyous one. I have yet to face the
darker things yet to pass.
Big Horn lets go of my hand. I turn around to face him and the young
brave. Our chests come together with our hands reaching around each other
in a great big hug. I smell the musky odor of our sex-stained bodies. It
excites me! My dick grows long against the two men. I find Big Horn's lips
with my own and kiss him. He responds to my passion in a man's way.
Sings-to-the-birds also grows a long dick between us. We begin rubbing
them together. I'm surprised when Big Horn breaks from our kissing. He
turns to the young man and kisses him. A long one. When their faces part,
I find myself being kissed by the brave.
I look into the brave's face and can easily imagine him as a boy from
his lack of long hair. My body reacts strongly to the young man's show of
love for me. I lower my right hand to his butt and grip it. My tongue
sticks into his mouth; does he understand my gesture for wanting sex with
him? I feel my butt squeezed in his hand. Our bodies are responding to
each other.
My need for breaths has me breaking from our kissing. Big Horn rushes
his mouth over mine. We kiss passionately. His tongue sticks into my mouth
and I suck over it in my acceptance to make love. We grip each other's
butt motion. Three hard cocks thrust together in the enjoyment of our love
for one another.
I gasp for breath. Big Horn resumes kissing Sings-to-the-birds. I watch
their passion with much happiness. My turn comes to kiss the young brave.
He has become less shy by sticking his tongue in me. It makes me giggle.
Big Horn presses his face against ours. Our mouths turn to include the
needing warrior. Like our bodies, we kiss in a triad of love making! It
becomes a very wet kiss with our tongues swirling and darting to each
other. My cock tingles in warning... I cry out to the men when squirting
on them!
Sings-to-the-birds joins me with his outcry. I feel his liquid release
on my belly followed by the heated blowing out of his breath. Big Horn
rushes his cock. We continue to grip each other's flexing butts and our
fleshy spears strike together in shared male victory.
The continuing effort tires me. It's difficult for a male to keep up
his sex dance after cuming. Our sweaty bodies cling tightly to each
other; hot breaths rush through my mouth but without much relief to my
aching lungs. Sings-to-the-birds also struggles at my side. Our dicks
have spit, and having done so, they've lost their hardness and turn into
limp fleshy sticks. Only Big Horn's cock remains oaken hard with its need
to strike against our heaving bellies. When will his wet blow come?
I begin to worry for my lover. He's showing signs of pain on his face
from the sexual struggle to get his loins to spill with ours. Will the
effort make him faint? Big Horn must not reveal his weakness before the
young brave!
My body turns towards Big Horn to help coax his release. His wild cock
finds a tight place to thrust against; my balls and semi-hard dick. I
kiss my man deeply and our eyes stare into one another's. He sees my
concern for him. His mantle of leadership to our Mahyee-na society
demands this proof of male virility.
A low growl forms in Big Horn's throat. The warrior bucks his body
within our tight embrace and he finally showers us with his cum. I
welcome it to my wet body. It's followed by the man's groan which turns
to loud gasps for air. Our sweaty and heated bodies slow against each
other. We have seeded. It runs down our bellies and catches into our
groin hair.
Big Horn kisses Sings-to-the-birds. I'm next given that warrior's
loving kiss and his eyes are filled with much relief. The young brave
completes our sex rite with his kiss on my lips. Our hands loosen from one
another. I look down at our sweaty bodies, wet with lots of cum. Its sharp
odor fills my nose.
Big Horn drops to his knees. My hands reach down to my lover with
concern until seeing that the man hasn't fainted. He's hungrily mouthing
over the brave's wet belly to drink up the sperm that he finds there. My
belly is next kissed by the warrior. It's a very tickly sensation when he
tongues over me and sucks in our thick cum.
I join into my lover's ritual by dropping to my knees. My mouth goes to
his belly to suck up the running sperm. My lips hunt through the man's
coarse hairs for more globs. I sniff in the attractive scent; his sweat
from sexual laboring mixed with male musky oozing and seed. It fills my
mouth. When turning to Sings-to-the-birds, I suck on his swollen cock for
cum since that young man's belly has already been licked dry by Big Horn.
With a full mouth, I stand up to face my lover with a big grin. His
lips come to mine and he steals some cum under the guise of a love kiss. I
quickly swallow to fill my belly with what remains in my mouth.
Sings-to-the-birds laughs. He completes the drinking rite by dropping
to his knees and mouthing over my cock. It's only a small sip. The brave
turns to Big Horn's body and he sucks on the warrior's curved male length.
His widening eyes prove that he's much impressed by the size of my lover's
'horn.'
When Sings-to-the-birds stands with us, I rush to press my lips over
his. My tongue swirls what he's been holding in his mouth and I fill my
mouth, quickly swallowing our cum. It's sticky at the back of my throat.
The taste is salty but most exciting to be drinking from the mens' loins.
"The initiation rite is completed," announces Big Horn, wiping his
mouth. "We are now brothers. Let's go clean our bodies in Spirit Lake."
We follow the warrior into the water. Its cold spirit is stunning; I'm
quick to clean my body with the young brave's help. Our hands splash water
at each other and we rub over naked skin. Big Horn has lowered himself
into the lake so that its waters are up to his shoulders. Bubbles rise
along his back.
"I'm pushing out all your seed," explains Big Horn. "Join me in this
exocist to empty our butts in the sacred lake."
I squat low in the cold water behind Big Horn to perform as he's asked.
Sings-to-the-birds joins us. Our slippery bodies whisper against each other.
It's a very sensual feeling. Cold though! I push out what my butt has been
filled with from the two men and that boy. Bubbles rise along my back.
Our cleaning rite reminds me of what my lover and I had done after
being seeded from Shakes-like-the-ground. Yet I'd prefer being pissed in
my butt than having to endure this lake's chilly waters!
Big Horn stands up and rushes to the bank. Sings-to-the-birds and I are
quick to follow him back to our lodge. We crowd around the warmth of the
fire, our naked bodies dripping to the ground. My eyes peer deeply into
the whispering flames. I'm mesmerized by its glowing dance; memories
return to me. I ask, 'why have I been chosen to wield Your Power?' while
my hands are reaching out to grasp it. My spirit burns to be freed...
My fleshy shell falls away. I become one of three glowing spirit/balls.
Sings-to-the-birds has a nice brilliance with a delicate tendril
connecting him to me but Big Horn's has a dark spot on his. A corruption
from some evil that's trying to swallow him up. I must act!
A strong hand pulls on my arm. Big Horn's shout awakens me from
Dreaming to the burning pain from my left hand. I'm shocked to find myself
angry at the warrior. The three suns from my vision fade from inner Sight.
"What were you doing?" asks Big Horn. He stare's at Willow Bird's
burned hand in disbelief.
I turn to my lover in confusion. My mouth tries forming words to
explain but I find that I'm at a loss. Anger has been replaced in my heart
by fear for the warrior. My hand hurts. Why did I put it in the flames?
"A Fire Speaker!" gasps Sings-to-the-birds.
"What are you talking about?" Big Horn asks.
"There's a shaman in my tribe who can draw visions from a sacred fire,"
explains Sings-to-the-birds. "The old man reaches into the burning flames
and Speaks of what he Sees. Afterwards, he can't remember very much except
for the pain. Like what Willow Bird has done."
"Did you See anything?" asks Big Horn to his lover in concern.
I slowly nod my head while staring at the flames. They seem to be
teasing me by their dancing. What has been revealed to me? I try to put
into words the fading images that remain in my head.
"Father Sun's face was Seen in three directions," I explain. "A growing
brilliance in morning, His height above me in the afternoon and His waning
at sunset. It makes me feel great sadness."
"That's a common description of a man's life," says Sings-to-the-birds.
"He begins to grow when a boy, his height of power is at manhood and his
waning years come as an old man. Death brings sadness."
I shake my head at the brave's interpretation. "It doesn't feel like
that. They were three different suns. Two connected and the sunset in
danger. I don't know how to explain what I Saw since I'm only left with
feelings; the images have escaped me."
Big Horn shakes his head. "Enough shaman talk."
My lover's strong hand on my shoulder gets me to sit down with him over
the woven mat. The brave joins us at my side. Our wet bodies press
together for a sharing of warmth. I hold my left hand in pain. It's red
from being burned by the flames.
Someone's hand comes to my dick and begins pulling over it. I'm surprised
when it responds since my loins should be empty of seed from all that
we've done in our sex rites. My erection comes to stand against my belly.
It's a pleasant rubbing feeling to get my mind off my hurting hand.
I reach for Big Horn's cock. My right hand lovingly wraps around its
limp size to coax a growth. Sings-to-the-birds has a hold of mine. He also
grasps his manhood to pleasure himself.
My butt slowly flexes over the woven mat with my forward stabs. The
brave's fingers tighten around my oozing dick. Big Horn's cock in my hand
grows very hard. Its curved length moves through my tightening fingers for
his thrills. He begins moaning. I turn to my lover with a knowing grin.
"I announce a contest," says Big Horn. "Which of us can prevent their
loins from spilling? The first to come out must perform a sexual favor to
this game's winner. The second man to cum can task the first to do
something of his choosing; a secret to reveal or some task to perform for
him. Are you both up to my challenge?"
"Yes!" I shout. Sings-to-the-birds is also quick to accept. Big Horn
reaches for the young man's dick to pull over it with expert fingers while
the brave tries coaxing my release in his hand. I play over my lover's
cock.
I put an end to my butt humping and I break up the rhythm to my
breaths. The brave's fingers do their best to pleasure me. My excitement
oozing makes for a very slippery rubbing over my dick's thick skin. The
thrills are building up inspite of my attempts to thwart them.
I keep my hand tight around Big Horn's curved dick. It also oozes. I
carry its male wetness down his shaft while keeping my fingers tightly
wrapped around the thick skin. I think that my lover will easily win this
contest. He's a strong warrior with much sexual experience and he's
usually the last to get his cock to explode when in my arms.
I glance down into Sings-to-the-birds' lap. His long dick is oozing in
my lover's tight hand. An expert playing over the young man's loins; Big
Horn's thumb rubs over its sensitive glans. This gets the young brave to
moan.
I'm also feeling my need to moan. It's becoming difficult to break up
my breaths when my body urges me to keep a rhythm of thrills from my
cock. As the youngest male here, it's expected that I'll be the first to
explode. I'm trying to prove myself as a sexually experienced man!
Sings-to-the-birds flexes his butt at my side. Loud moans come from his
mouth... He has given in to the sweet thrills that Big Horn offers him. An
outcry! A smile fills my face when seeing his cum flying in the air.
My dick tingles in warning. I've joined into the brave's ending
excitement and I squirt strongly from my cock. My cries announce that I'm
the second to lose this male sex game. Big Horn's hand rushes over mine to
put an end to my pleasuring. Was his dick that close to coming out?
"The game is done," announces Big Horn between breaths. "I remain the
only man not to come out. Sings-to-the-birds owes me a sexual favor and he
must do something of Willow Bird's choosing."
The young brave nods his head in an acceptance of defeat. Yet his eyes
shine from sexual relief. I know how well Big Horn's hand can perform male
pleasuring!
Sings-to-the-birds asks, "what would you ask of me to perform, Big Horn?"
The warrior grins. "I'll ponder on that, young brave. We've joined our
bodies with fucking and a belly rub. My loins may seek another path of
pleasuring to your sweet male body. I'll decide on sometime later this day."
I nudge Big Horn. He turns to me with a wicked grin on his face. I share
his enthusiasm for embracing sex with the young brave; newly brothered to
our society of Mahyee-na. I wonder if any of the warriors of this tribe
will be taking the brave for their pleasure before my lover's use?
Sings-to-the-birds faces Willow Bird. "What would you have me do?"
I turn towards the fire and think of what my prize will be. It can't be
anything sexual since that favor was granted to Big Horn as the winner of
our game. I could ask the brave to dismantle our half-lodge and haul down
its heavy skins for their return to Many Animals... Yes. That would be a
worthy thing to have done.
When I voice my task unto the brave, Big Horn slowly shakes his head in
disagreement. He looks at the half-lodge that we sit in with much pride.
"The wise chief has asked that we keep this lodge up through the
summer," explains Big Horn. "He expects that a few newly wedded couples
will be making use of it in the honey moons ahead to fulfill their
tribe's first joining rite on the bank of Spirit Lake."
"Will Many Animals agree to keep his skins here?" I ask.
"I do not know. Go to Many Animals and explain to him what I've been
told by his chief."
I nod my head at Big Horn's words. I'm sure that Many Animals will be
asking another favor upon me when learning what I will tell him.
"It's time to break our fast," says Big Horn. "My stomach is rumbling
from not eating for a day." (He finds his lengthy breechclout and wraps it
around his waist, dropping one end over his front. The rear end is tucked
in so that his butt will show.)
A smile erupts on my face for the warrior. His rear naked display will
be like a signal fire to attract this tribe's needing men into his
asshole. I too will show off my body in a similar fashion. My thong belt
is tied around my waist and I check that my knife and sacred bundle are
secured to it. The one cloth to my breechclout is folded over the belt to
cover my loins. Only from behind do I offer men a sexual joining to my
body. My penis is kept for my lover.
Sings-to-the-birds puts on his breechclout. It's more like a boy's; a
thong belt around his waist with two flaps folded over it to cover his
body. A warrior's covering is like Big Horn's; one length of deerskin
that's passed under his balls to fold over his belt in the front and back
of him.
The young brave is too well covered when compared to us. He's been
initiated Mahyee-na and should have his ass bared... An idea comes to me.
My hand reaches for the man's rear cloth and I pull it free from his belt.
"This is my favor upon you to be endured," I explain. "Leave your butt
uncovered as Big Horn and I have done. We of the Mahyee-na are obligated
to the lusty needs of men. What better way to announce our acceptance than
to bare our rear openings for them?"
Sings-to-the-birds gives me a sour expression. He doesn't seem
thrilled to be missing his rear flap and I giggle at his discomfort. A
fond memory drops into my head to share with him. "I remember when Big
Horn had taken my rear flap to be sewn into my sacred bundle. It left my
butt vulnerable to the naughty hand strikes of the young boys of my tribe
and my having to endure the curious stares by girls. Yet I endured. You
too will get used to your half-nakedness in time."
"That's not a great concern," says Sings-to-the-birds. "I welcome a
boy's lusty attention to my butt. It's already attracted more than a
youth's hand strike to it. What bothers me is the loss of respect my
nakedness could bring me before the men of this tribe. They are not yet my
People. I hope to gain the warrior's honored status with brave deeds and
the proving of my manhood before all mens' eyes. A difficult thing if my
appearance is like a boy's..."
Big Horn nods his head in agreement. "I will be speaking with the chief.
Perhaps he can convince the elders to allow you to remain with the Moss-
bowl Tribe as one of them. Banishment is a difficult thing to bear. It
makes a hard life for you to be without your own People. I will also talk
with my uncle, the Kalinlepi Chief to allow your staying with us if this
tribe should reject you. My tipi is always welcome to you for a visit."
Sings-to-the-birds releases his held breath. I can see that the brave
is much relieved by Big Horn's words of assurance. He turns sideways to us
and shows off his butt, slapping over both his cheeks with a grin. They
stick out nicely from his body and between them is a tight hole that we
have stuck into! The men of this tribe (and a boy when thinking of Night's
Star!) are going to enjoy him for sexual use. The only Mahyee-na man they
can turn to for fucking when Big Horn and I depart tomorrow morning.
A thought strikes me. "Sings-to-the-birds; will you come to visit with
us and witness my passage into manhood?"
"I will gladly," he answers. "I've heard that your initiation begins on
the second full moon from now. Is this so?"
"Yes. Big Horn will stand at my side as my monedo. I would welcome your
presence as a Mahyee-na brother, to lend me strength." Sings-to-the-birds
grips my right biceps and squeezes it.
"A need for strength?" the brave asks. "You had won our wrestling
match. Your body is nearly that of a young man's but I know what you're
asking of me and I'd be honored to attend your initiation."
"Will you be traveling back with us to our tribe?" I ask.
Sings-to-the-birds glances at Big Horn with a troubled expression. My
lover shakes his head in reply and I realize that there's something going
on here that I'm unaware of. Some kind of trouble that the young brave is
facing.
"I have an important matter to attend to first," he explains. "It will
be resolved before your naming rite."
I nod my head in respectful silence. If the brave wanted me to know
about his important matter he would have spoken of it. I think that Big
Horn is aware of what's going on.
I've not traveled so far into the valleys before," the brave admits.
"Where can your tribe be found?"
Big Horn answers, "come down your mountain and walk in the direction of
the rising sun for two days. Find the wide muddy river in the forest.
You'll be traveling against its flow and keep to the left handed bank to
find our tribe. It will be guarded by warriors so prepare to offer signs
of peace."
Sings-to-the-birds lays his right hand over the boy's shoulder and
smiles. "It will be an honor for me to witness your rite into manhood,
Willow Bird! Has a man's name been chosen for you?"
I turn to Big Horn in answer the young brave's question. As my monedo,
it's his responsibility to name me when I'm declared a brave by the chief.
My first name of many that my People will call me, shaped by my future
deeds.
"Willow Bird will have to wait until the second moon," answers Big Horn.
"The truth is that I've not yet decided upon which name to give him."
"I would gladly accept 'Willow's Strength' or in honor of my father's
name, take 'Singing Sweetly.'" Big Horn's face turns dark when hearing me
utter a similar naming of the dead warrior, my father who's been with the
stars for these past five summers. He was so named because of his 'bright'
singing that had woed my mother to him.
The uneasy silence passes. Big Horn nods his head as if a man's name
for me has just been decided by him! He sees my bright eyes. Will his lips
open to speak of my new name?
"You are too eager and impatient as a busy bee for the important things
that have their own proper places and time to fulfill," says Big Horn.
"Come. Let's visit with the chief. It's time to feed our rumbling stomachs!"
We follow the warrior to the stony stairs. They lead us down from the
lake to the many lodges that are stirring with a morning's activity. I
notice the figure of a boy running ahead of us in the distance; Night's
Star? He sure is a curious boy to be spying on us!
I glance at Sings-to-the-birds with my bright eyes. He seemed not to
notice the fleeing youth. My eyes fall on the brave's nakedness and I slap
over its softness with a grin. He shakes his butt for me. I clutch it with
a deep fondness for all the things that I've shared with this young man.
Big Horn stops before the chief's lodge. It's a large one. A voice from
within bids the warrior to enter while we're prevented from following by
his sharp hand gesture. I wait with Sings-to-the-birds outside.
I glance at the brave with amusement. His expression is dark and
troubled. Is he worried by what Big Horn will be asking of this tribe's
chief? Our wait becomes a long one. People pass by with curious glances. I
feel the tension building in my companion so I reach down to hold his
waist. I'm glad when the young man reaches down for mine. His hand brushed
against my butt.
"We must look like two boys awaiting the chief's permission to enter,"
I whisper to break the tension.
Sings-to-the-birds looks down at himself. "We do like like boys. You
are one until the naming rite in two moons times yet I've already been
initiated as a brave. I shouldn't be wearing this meager flap over my
body. Big Horn's lengthy cloth is a more appropriate covering for a man,
don't you think?"
I slowly nod my head. Why this change in Sings-to-the-birds? He's been
acting serious and troubled after our initiation of him; so concerned by
what others will now think of him.
The young man's question is still upon me. I answer him, "yes. Perhaps
you too should wear a long cloth for your body. It's very cold on this
mountain!" Sings-to-the-birds gives me a sour look. When I break into a
grin, the man joins me with a bright smile and a laugh.
"You are a good heart, boy named Willow Bird! I will take your advice
to find a proper breechclout to wear around my body."
"Remember to keep your butt uncovered."
Sings-to-the-birds nods in agreement. "I will. How else could the
needing men know that my rear squaw entrance is for them?"
Big Horn's voice booms out to us. We eagerly enter the chief's lodge at
his bidding and sit around the fire at his side. An old man faces us. I
had seen him at the sweat lodge and recall his slap to my butt.
A bowl of fresh meat is offered to us by the chief's wife. The brave is
eager to break his fast from the previous day. I also eat in earnest.
"I will be in council with the elders," the chief says while looking at
Sings-to-the-birds. "Yours is a serious consideration upon us, young
brave. Is it your intent to join our tribe when your own People, the Snow
Drinkers have banished you?"
(Sings-to-the-birds looks to Big Horn for guidance before speaking. He sees
the warrior's nod of assurance.) "It is. I wish to join your People."
"Hmm. We will discuss the matter in the days ahead. Until then, you are a
guest of our tribe and I suspect that there won't be a lack of invitations
from the unmarried men for you to spend the cold nights with them."
Big Horn laughs. "Willow Bird and I have enjoyed such hospitality. But
I must tell you of our intent to be leaving; tomorrow morning."
I notice Sings-to-the-birds' sharp glance at Big Horn. He's disturbed
by my lover's announcement. I find the young man's hand and grip it in
assurance. His expression turns plain before the chief. Only the tightening
of the brave's fingers around mine tells me what he's enduring inside
himself.
Big Horn and the chief continue to talk about things while I finish the
meat in my bowl. Sings-to-the-birds remains silent in his deep thoughts.
He's obviously troubled that we'll be leaving before he faces the tribal
elders with his plea to join the Moss-bowl Tribe. Yet he's a man. This is
his test of endurance that can be faced alone.
The morning progresses. Big Horn gives me hidden signal to ask me to
leave so I excuse myself from the chief's lodge. It seems that they will
be deep in council with things that don't concern me.
I'm reminded of words from Deep-roots-that-whisper. He had told me to
go to the mens' big lodge this afternoon if I want to witness a boy's
'growing up' rite. I'm curious to see the five eagle-feathered warrior, a
lover of boys who will be conducting the ritual so I head for the mens'
sacred lodge.
My body stretches in the foggy morning light. The mountain's coolness is
chilly against my skin. I miss the strong heated hand of Father Sun, and
with this thought, I think of Song Bird. Is the boy well or is he..?
A hard lump forms in my throat. I swallow past it and feel my heart
beating faster inside my chest at my troubling thought. No. My friend is
young and strong and in the care of our shaman who has driven Wa-sa-ba's
spirit from him. The boy's claw wounds will heal... He has two mothers to
care for him!
I think of my own mother. So alone. She's probably wondering about me,
and of Big Horn though in a way that troubles her. Yes. I will be leaving
her when coming to live with Big Horn in his tipi as that man's lover. Yet
I've given my mother my promise to care for her as is my duty since she's
without a husband.
My feet pause before an open lodge. A finely dressed warrior is in an
embrace with his pretty squaw before it. I take in the happiness of their
love for one another. At their feet is an elk carcass. A deep pang fills my
heart for my mother. As her son, I can provide her with meat and hides but
no man's love for her heart. Does her body miss the pleasures of a husband?
I look at the pretty squaw. Her hands have reached around the warrior as
far as they can go. There's a deep longing on her face and much happiness.
The woman's obvious love for her husband in return from his hunting. Yes.
My mother must be missing the company of my father.
I turn from the couple to let them be. They've given me something to
think about and I'll be in serious discussion with my mother upon my
return. No longer am I her young son but a man who realizes her needs
enough to voice a concern for her continued loneliness; she should seek a
husband!
When I near the lodge's entrance, a man that I've not seen before stands
guard over it. I'm reminded of the rite-of-passage I had to endure from a
certain warrior's sharp spear before being permitted to enter. Will a
similar test have to be endured from this man?
I approach the warrior with much intrepidation. He looks me in the face
and smiles when noticing my uncovered butt. I shake it for him.
"No. I'm not in need," the warrior answers with humor. "I have heard of
you and the warrior named Big Horn who is your lover. Enter our tribe's
sacred lodge if you must but you'll not find a joining to your body within!"
I nod my head in thanks and pass through the covered entrance. The
thick smoke of burning herbs fills my nostrils. I pass many men in my slow
approach to the central fire. Some are naked. I'm looking for the five
feathered warrior and his boy initiate. Are they yet to come here?
It's difficult to tell since the big lodge is crowded. Men of all ages
and rank are laying in here. It seems that the afternoons are favored for
leisure time. I forget my shyness by taking a closer look at them.
Some of the men tend small fires and seem to be in meditation. They
ignore my approach so I take in the sight of their scantily clad bodies
with my lusting eyes: pale bodies; I'm in awe of their strong legs and
muscled asses, flat chests though broad of shoulder. A few of the feathered
warriors have tied up their long hair like squaws!
I keep my giggles inside me. An old man grips a long clay pipe in his
hand and puffs. I breathe in the pleasant smelling tobacco. Another man
takes sips from a small clay cup. His mellow eyes appear not to see my
passing. I wonder what he's drinking?
When I near a corner of the lodge, I come upon an unexpected sight. An
old warrior rests on his side with his hand stroking over his erecting
penis. It's a slow pleasuring that sends a lightning bolt through my body.
I stand over him with a big grin. When I slap my butt in offering, the
man only shakes his head. He points to something in the distance.
I turn my head to look. There's a boy standing before a tall man.
They're both naked. The youth appears to be eleven or twelve years of age.
The man is a warrior from seeing his eagle feathers. Five in his hair!
This is what I've come here for. I search for an empty mat that will
allow me to watch the warrior's growing up rite but find none. The old
warrior below me pulls on my leg for attention. He gestures for me to sit
with him. I eagerly drop my butt over the mat close at his side.
The old warrior's eyes shine. He continues to pleasure his loins while
staring at the tall man with his boy. I watch it also. The five-feathered
warrior grips the youth's shoulders while whispering some instructions.
There's much excitement in the boy's eyes. He reaches for his long pole
and begins pulling over it. I notice the youth's lack of groin hair.
Sexual power fills the air. Men turn their heads at the sound of the
boy's quick rubbing; a few of them join into it with a hand around their
cocks. We all watch the youth's performance to see what he'll achieve.
I study the tall warrior. His body shows much strength especially in
his lower body. My eyes are glued to the man's butt. It's nicely rounded
and humps in slow timing to the boy's handling. From where I'm sitting, I
can't see his cock. I'm sure that it's hard though... like mine!
The warrior is young. In his very early twenties which is amazing since
his hair sprouts the number of eagle feathers that only older men achieve.
There's a dark color to his body. This man must often be in the sun with
his pursuits of hunting and the warpath.
A low moan comes from my companion. I turn to the old warrior with a
grin. His hand doesn't slow around his cock... He's not come out yet. I
look down at my front flap to see it pushed up like a tipi. The old man
gives me a lusty grunt and points knowingly at my covered groin.
I reach into my front breechclout to handle myself. A slow pulling for
pleasure than to cause my loin's release. The man's arm reaches around my
body to rest on my hip. He gives me a fond squeeze. I give him a grin in
return and continue my viewing of the boy's sexual rite.
The tall warrior grips his young charge and offers him soft words. A
man's encouragement for the boy or does he tell him that nothing will come
out because of his lack of growth? I don't expect a wet ending. This youth
is here because his loins are empty.
There's no lack of trying! I watch the boy's efforts with interest. He
labors hard to get himself to come out. His fingers have a tight hold of
his pole and slide with a pulsating rhythm. This gets his small balls to
shake. Pain soon fills his eyes. He shuts them while his mouth opens with
a pink tongue darting out with his breaths. His lack of excitement
dripping makes for a dry handling.
I shake my head in disappointment. The boy won't cum. Everyone knows
that he can't so why does the tall warrior ask for his futile attempt? It
brings the boy pain. Not even spit is offered to aid the youth's pulling.
The skin of his pole must be an angry color by now.
A cry comes out of the boy. Not a lust-filled breath from pleasure but
one of pain. His hand doesn't rest. A heavy tension fills the lodge. It
becomes a clumsy handling of a boy trying to make the impossible happen.
The warrior's right hand drops down to the boy's. He ends the painful
rite. I notice my held breath and release in with much relief. The youth
looks down at his pole with a frown.
More low words are spoken from the tall warrior. The boy responds by
gripping the man's hips and standing closer to him. I wait in expectation
of what will happen next.
A skin-rubbing sound fills the lodge. Not from the boy's pole; the
warrior's left hand has reached down to his hairy groin in performance of
the boy's rite. I'm only given brief glimpses of the man's length stabbing
through his tight fingers. He has a long dick. It's kept from view by his
cupped hand around it. The boy's eyes shine from his advantageous viewing.
My attention wanders to the tall warrior's backside. I study its quick
flexing to gage the hidden motion of what's happening in the front of him.
The muscular cheeks of his ass humps in and out. It becomes an exciting
drum beat that has me wishing I were standing back-to-back with him in the
first rite of the Mahyee-na: butt to butt!
I look around at the other men in the lodge. Many are watching the
warrior's performance and joining into it themselves. The sexual power of
this place builds in intensity. My companion moans and his fiery eyes
touch mine whenever I turn to face him with my peeking.
My companion reveals the deepening thrills from his male handling. His
hand grips my left hip and often squeezes it. I feel his legs pressing
against my butt. I could offer myself to the old warrior for a more
involving act of sex but I sense his lack of interest in me. This man
probably has a squaw back at his lodge. He's simply sharing with me a
common male rite.
I give the old man a smile before turning away from his burning eyes.
The young boy captures my attention. He has a cute expression on his face;
one of great interest and excitement at watching the full grown man in
front of him in performance of the growing up rite. The youthful emotions
on the boy's face reminds me of myself. Broken Bow had stood before me to
perform a similar male rite in my youth.
At some hidden signal, the boy stands very close to the warrior. Their
sweaty bodies touch in a loose embrace. I can see more of the man's brown
erection as it slides through tight fingers. His flexing butt is wildly
paced. Loud breaths blow through the man's nose. A great expectations fills
the air... then it happens!
It's not the warrior who cries out but the boy when male loins explode.
The youth's eyes widen when heavy spurts of cum fly to his small body. He
accepts the man's flow with a happy glee. At its ending, the man releases a
grunt of satisfaction. His mouth opens to take in urgent breaths.
All around me, I hear similar grunts of pleasure. I watch a brave
emptying his loins to his heaving belly. The thick cum runs down his body
while he looks to the other men with pride. The old man at my side pinches
my hip in warning. I turn to watch his hand releasing thick seed. It falls
in globs to our mat.
My loins tingle with sharp thrills so I pull away my front flap and cum.
The old warrior watches me direct its flow to the mat where his seed is
pooled. I cry out my accomplishment! I'm given a few powerful squirts and
the brief male pleasure explodes in my head. A greyness fills my eyes...
I find myself fallen on my belly. There are strong hands turning me
around in the darkness and someone's breath hits my face. Big Horn? I
blink away the tears from my eyes. An old warrior's face fills my sight.
He is frowning with concern.
"Are you not well?" the old man whispers.
I shake my head to his question. "I must have become light headed."
"More than that," the old warrior softly explains. "You've been asleep
on my mat for a while. I let you be in thinking that you were performing
a boy's rite with my seed against your groin."
I ponder over the man's words. Something trickles down my balls so I
reach my hand down to explore my lower body. My penis has become limp.
A wetness flows over it which I know is sperm. A lot of it! A strong hand
comes to my shoulder.
"In my younger days, I too was sharing with boys my male power." The
man's other hand lowers to Willow Bird's loins and clutches them. "When you
dropped to our mat on your belly, I thought you were in need of my power
for your balls. Like what Bow Strike has done for his boy."
I turn my head to look for the tall warrior. He is gone. And the boy
with him... I've missed witnessing their growing up rite! I look to the
old warrior with hope.
"I accept your male power in me," my words being crafted so that I'll
achieve a greater thing. "I had come out also. That made me light headed
so I took a long rest. You were good to watch over me... Did you manage to
see what the tall warrior, Bow Strike? had done at his rite's closure?"
The old warrior grunts. "Yes. After wetting the boy with his seed, he
spread apart the boy's glans in his fingers so that he could insert his
sperm into the youth's pole. This is Bow Strike's rite to endow a boy with
his maleness. In time, that youth will fill with seed in his own balls."
I'm awe-struck by the old man's telling. The warrior had put his cum
into the boy's pole through its piss hole?! That's a sexual rite I've not
considered before. The man's seed would flow down within the boy's pole to
enter its small balls and fill them with male seed. A clever thing!
The old warrior nods his head at something he's thinking. I feel his
sticky fingers swirling over my balls. They tighten around my dick and
pull on it suggestingly.
"You aren't a young boy to be in need of my growing up rite," says the
old warrior. "Yet I'm honored to pass my male strength onto you."
I reach for the man's broad shoulder and grip it. "What is your name?"
The old warrior grunts. "The People here call me Stomps-his-foot. But
my own name is Tsi-komo."
"You're not of the Moss-bowl Tribe?" I ask.
"I'm a warrior of these People now," explains Stomps-his-foot. "But in
my younger days when I was yet a brave, Tsi-komo was my name. In your
tongue it means 'Mountain He-looks-to.' A good name to call me by."
I close my eyes when the man's hand around my penis gets it to lengthen.
I've already come out but the thrills are nice. He has an experienced hand.
I reach for the warrior's arms and grip them for support. I'm feeling light
headed again.
Something explodes out of me. Am I cumming? The brief thrills in my head
turn into a powerful storm. A wave of dizziness strikes me like lightning.
Thunder roars in my head. I lean heavily over the old man to keep from
succumbing to darkness. It's a long battle. The warrior's strong hands come
around my lower body and lift me from the mat. I embrace his bodily warmth.
When I recover, I find myself in Stomps-his-foot's lap and facing him.
His hands are tight around me to keep us close. The heat of his loins are
against mine. A softness of his body to comfort mine though not sexual.
"Your body seems empty of power," the old man asks in a serious tone.
"Beyond enduring the brief weariness from your male release, what has
drained you?"
My eyes widen. "How can you know such a thing?" I ask sharply. My loud
voice has attracted the attention of the men laying near us. A young
warrior looks at our embrace with a sour expression.
"I was once a healer of my People," explains Stomps-his-foot.
I wait for the old warrior to say more but his lips remain tightly shut.
There's a pained expression on his face and his eyes look away from mine.
I know better than to press the matter. Perhaps an admission on my part...
"I've been given troubling visions of late," I whisper. "The shaman of
these People is wise but he advises me to return to my own tribe and shaman
for an interpretation."
"Deep-roots-that-whisper speaks wisely."
I nod my head at the man's words and continue. "Something else has
happened to me. This morning, I... Fire Spoke."
Stomps-his-foot stares at the boy in his arms. "That explains your loss
of power. That rite is a dangerous undertaking by someone as young and
untrained as yourself. Rest, Willow Bird. I will give you some of my
life's power."
I give the old warrior a questioning look but he closes his eyes as if
in meditation. His hands around me tighten. After a few heartbeats, I feel
his hands shake over my back. The tiny hairs at the back of my neck prickle
up. I sense something beyond the five senses around me - a swirling like
fog. Something enters me!
A rush goes through my body. It gives me a quick erection against the
man's loins. I tighten my legs around his butt. Something powerful from
the warrior is passing into my body like sex. Much more intense!
(Willow Bird's empty cup is filled.)
I awaken alone on my mat. Yet I don't mourn the old warrior's absence
since he is inside me... What a strange thought! My weary body begs me for
rest. I close my eyes and dream a warrior's path.
A drum's low beat startles me from sleep. I open my eyes to darkness
and the sounds of men passing me while tying on their breechclouts. A brave
speaks softly with another man about his plans for the evening. My eyes
look up at the smoke holes in alarm. It's night time already? My limbs are
weak and a fog fills my head. Why doesn't my body feel rested?
"You've awakened," says Big Horn. "Take a drink of this."
My lips press against a pot in the darkness. I drink from its mouth a
cool water that's flavored with something sweet and tangy. My limbs slowly
fill with strength from it.
"This is the shaman's sun water," explains Big Horn. "You've been asleep
for the whole day! Deep-roots-that-whisper was consulted and he asked that
you be left alone until awakening on your own."
My body feels stronger from the shaman's drink but I still have sleepy
eyes. My lover brings me against his chest for a fond hug. I welcome his
warmth against me and sigh contentedly.
"I've heard that you were in good hands with Stomps-his-foot this
morning."
I turn sharply at Big Horn. Yes. He would have learned about that
warrior's embrace with me from the other men in this lodge who saw us. Why
does my lover ask me about it?
Big Horn continues. "It's said that the warrior has no lust for men. He
keeps no squaw in his lodge so perhaps he likes boys..."
"No. That is wrong to think of Stomps-his-foot!" I reply loudly. "He
saw that my spirit was weak from my having Fire Spoke. The man held me
when I fainted and he... gave some of his life's power to fill me.
"The other men saw our close embrace and a wrong thing may have been
thought about it. Stomps-his-foot's penis remained limp. His ritual was
done to help me though I admit my loins were hard against him."
I feel Big Horn's hand over my shoulder. His acceptance? In the darkness,
it's difficult to read his face so I don't know how he took my words. A
yawn escapes from my mouth. I'm still feeling my need for more sleep.
"I will tell you something about Stomps-his-foot," says Big Horn. "He
was once a healer of his People, the Mud Skins. Yet he was banished like
Sings-to-the-birds."
"Why?" I ask. Big Horn's words are suggesting but I want him to tell me
the full account.
"It may have been for a similar reason. No one here will speak of it to
me or my first lover when we visited last summer. Yet I've had a personal
experience with the warrior. Something revealing about his spirit."
"I hope that it's not something bad," I whisper. "That man saw my
weakness and he cared for me until it passed. He has a good heart!"
"That may be so," says Big Horn, "but it is a troubled one."
"What do you know?" I ask.
Big Horn grins. "When I first visited with the Moss-bowl Tribe with my
first lover, I wandered down the stone paths alone and became lost one day.
The trees grew thicker and forboding so I knew that my direction was
getting me further from the lodges. A river came before me.
When I looked down the river bank, I saw a curious thing. A naked boy
was standing next to a fallen pine. There was someone laying over the tree
and he was also naked. I didn't notice him at first because the man had
covered his body with mud."
Big Horn notices the puzzling expression on his lover's face. "That's
the way of Stomps-his-foot's People, the Mud Skins. They cover their
bodies with mud to protect themselves from the sun. It's also done in
their rituals. I had come upon the warrior in participation of a secret
rite that involved the young boy of eight.
"I quietly approached the two. When the youth saw me, his hand dropped
away from his hard pole and he cast his eyes to the ground in shame. The
man didn't sense my presence. He had wrapped his breechclout around his
face for some reason so his eyes didn't see me. Mud covered his body
except for his loins. They were hard and being pleasured in hand."
"Perhaps Stomps-his-foot wanted the boy to watch his male act but
without making the youth shy," I suggest. "You said that the boy felt
shamed when you caught him pulling on his erection."
"Yes. That may be so," says Big Horn. "Yet I saw that a muddy hand
print was on the boy's chest: man-sized. Stomps-his-foot had brought this
youth with him in the deep woods for a ritual. A sexual one.
"I joined into it. My breechclout was cast to the ground and when the
youth saw my excitement, he resumed to handle his long pole. I took my cock
in hand. The boy didn't interest me but the straining male hardness of the
warrior's body. I stepped between his legs and reached down to his groin.
"My fingers felt over the warrior's dark bush. When he didn't startle
from my touch, I cupped his stiff cock. It was moist and warm in my fingers.
Both of our hands played over its length. That made the boy giggle.
"I bent over to kiss the man's oozing glans. He moaned when my mouth
went down on him and sucked his hard cock. His hands fell away from it. I
was able to get his entire length into my mouth and my pleasuring of it
made the warrior squirm in ecstasy."
"Did you get him to come out?" I ask.
Big Horn smiles. "The warrior began to thrust and that made me gag bad
when his cock speared into my tonsils. It allowed me the opportunity to
end my mouth's pleasuring and offer the man something more from my body. I
turned to the boy with a sly grin. He had rubbed an angry color to his pole
but continued to pull over it. I spit to my fingers and wet my hole. The
boy was surprised when he saw me lower my butt to the man's groin and slip
his cock into my rear squaw opening.
"The warrior groaned in lusty satisfaction when our bodies joined. The
boy stepped closer to us with very wide eyes. He studied our touching
bodies and saw me riding the man's long cock through my hole. When the
youth gestured questioningly to me with his finger poking through his two
other rounded fingers, I nodded my head and grinned. He understood that
the man was fucking through my ass.
"I humped my butt to get the warrior to begin his stabs. They came
through my tight hole with much pleasure for us both. I moaned through my
nose. The feel of the man's penetrations were very thrilling! His strong
hands gripped my cheeks and surged. Our bodies rubbed together in a lusty
male dance to fulfill our sexuality. The boy watched it all with awe.
"The manly filling of my butt and its hard motion sent pangs of sweet
pain mixed with pleasure through me. My dick surged with each of the
warrior's thrusts. They came quicker through my hole and I could feel the
hardening of the man's cock. He would soon be spilling in me.
"I gestured for the boy to approach me. Together, we pulled over our
long dicks while staring at each other. He was too young to come out but
felt the shared male pleasure of our act. The fuck in my butt was getting
me close to climax. When my balls tingled in warning, I aimed my cock at
the boy and squirted to him. He cried out in surprise.
"Stomps-his-foot also cried out but in a man's low voice. His seed was
filling my butthole while mine fell over the boy's chest and belly. At its
ending, our bodies came to a rest. The youth danced around us in happy
glee. My cum ran down his body to his bouncing pole.
"The warrior pushed on my butt to separate our bodies. When I turned to
him, I saw my butt stain over his cock. Cum leaked from it so I knew that
he had truly spermed me. My aching butthole felt that it was holding a lot
of it! The boy came to my side. He looked at the warrior's shrinking cock
and then looked at my butt. I slapped over my cheeks with a wicked grin.
Thats made the boy giggle.
"To complete our sex rite, I led the boy's filled hands down to his
smooth loins and open over them. My hand swirled my thick seed over the
youth's small balls and red chafed pole. He understood what I was
performing for him.
"From behind us, the warrior rested over the fallen pine. He kept his
breechclout around his face and when he asked me to leave, I realized that
this man didn't want to know who it was that he had fucked. It made a small
pain in my heart. The boy remained with him. Perhaps there was an ending to
their rite yet to be performed together."
"How did you learn that it was Stomps-his-foot?" I ask.
"When I returned to Coyote... my first lover, I told him all about what
had happened in the deep woods. He made careful inquiries about it in the
days that followed. That's when we learned of Stomps-his-foot; his
banishment from the Mud Skin Tribe and that no squaw was kept in his
lodge. My lover felt that the warrior wasn't Mahyee-na. He suspected that
this man was a lover of boys."
I swallow nervously in my throat. The same thing could be said of
myself and Big Horn knows this! I embrace boys for wonderful love making
but my spirit also accepts the lusty needs of men. I love Big Horn as my
warrior but when in the arms of a sweet boy, my satisfaction seems the
more so. That is what troubles me.
Another yawn springs out of me. I lay down over the mat to rest my tired
eyes. The pops and hissing of the fire is a welcoming sound. Big Horn's
warmth lays against my side so I turn to him with my seeking arms. We
embrace. Our lips find each other in the darkness and we kiss. My man seems
to be in need of love making. He signals this to me with his tongue
swirling in my mouth. I answer his need by sucking over it. His cock
hardens against me while my erection is shy to grow.
I tighten my arms around my lover's body. Our chests rub in warmth. We
kiss passionately and the man's breaths become loud and moan-filled. Only
his breechclout prevents our loin's touch. I reach between our bellies to
unwrap it. The warrior enbattles me with his hard male thickness. My weapon
is limp.
"Something is wrong," I whisper in embarrassment. My arms loosen from
the man's body and our kissing ends.
"What is it?" Big Horn asks.
"I'm not... growing long," I explain. A strong hand comes around my
dick. Big Horn tries coaxing its growth but after many heartbeats he lets
it go and holds me very close.
"Do not concern yourself," asks Big Horn softly. "The shaman said that
Fire Speaking takes much energy from your body. Rest. I will be with you
this night and we'll greet the morning together."
Guilt squeezes my heart. I recall having come out twice earlier this
morning with the old warrior. That may explain my lack of male strength. My
body may be weary but I feel my spirit is intense and brightly glowing.
Some connection has been made between Stomps-his-foot and I.
Our bodies adjust over the sleeping mat. In the warm arms of my lover, I
find it easy to return to sleep. Bright flashes dance at the edge of my
sight. I ignore them. My eyes close tightly to hide in darkness...
Two fire pits are glowing red in the mens' sacred lodge. Like angry
eyes, they stare at me in mocking contempt. I can't ignore their warning.
There are no dancing flames to speak wisdom to me; only the hiss of
charcoal and dying embers. I beg my lover to still their voices by
spilling water over them.
Big Horn is struck! He falls before the red eyes of a nameless shape
that's entering him. Its madness possess the warrior! I must flee for my
life or stand in battle with my lover unto death.
"Wake up, Willow Bird!" a voice shouts.
My eyes open in a snap. Big Horn holds me close to his chest and behind
him stands Sings-to-the-birds. There's much concern on both their faces
for me. My dream. I remember all of it and the dire warning that must be
headed! Words rush out of my mouth.
"The Trickster, Big Horn. He will come to possess you!"
"Who?" asks Sings-to-the-birds. (The brave turns to Big Horn for an
explanation. Only silence. He finds the warrior wide-eyed and angry.)
"It was only a dream," says Big Horn hoarsely. "You must forget him!"
I feel pain from the warrior's sharp nails digging into my arms while he
holds me. Such anger in him. I turn away and mutter, "you're right, my
love. I will try to."
Sings-to-the-birds kneels at our side. When I turn to face him, I see
his questioning look but the brave knows better than to ask about it. A
long moment passes in silence. I find strength and stand up with Big Horn's
help.
"I'm hungry."
Big Horn grins. "You should be for having slept from morning to morning.
Let's go and bid all our friends a farewell."
My stomach feels the heaviness of a stone in it. "We're leaving?"
"Yes," answers Big Horn. "Do you not long to return to our own tribe?"
I finally turn to face the warrior's eyes. The angry red in them has
been replaced with dark softness. But in the pit of my stomach, the stone's
weight remains. I feign a smile before 'the enemy.' What strange thought is
this?!
Big Horn leads me to the lodge's entrance. Sings-to-the-birds walks
quietly at my side with something being held in his hands. It's a bundle
made from deerskin. I notice the new breechclout wrapping the brave's
waist; a length of soft deerskin to cover his body like a man. His butt
remains uncovered.
"This is for you," says Sings-to-the-birds.
I open my hands to accept his gift. It's a sewn pouch made from deerskin
that's a little larger than my sacred bundle. A double thong closes the
mouth of it. When I shake the pouch, something light within tumbles around.
"I've sewn the rear flap to my old breechclout to make this pouch,"
explains Sings-to-the-birds. "Within it are the few remaining coals to the
sacred fire in our half-lodge where you Fire Spoke. Deep-roots-that-whisper
says that you'll be in need of them."
I nod my head in thanks to the brave's gift. Big Horn remains silent
though. He still seems angry and in deep thought about my loud warning to
him about the Trickster or is he concerned about something else?
We visit with Deep-roots-that-whisper to break our fast and to give our
farewells. Sah-omb watches me with bright eyes. I'm disappointed that ours
can't be a private moment alone to give the youth my fond good-bye. The
shaman also seems reluctant to speak with me in the presence of the two
men.
I am given, however, the old man's instructions on the use of the
charcoal within my gifted pouch from Sings-to-the-birds. The shaman says
that when I'm in need to Fire Speak that the coals are to be burned in a
new fire to make it sacred and filled with Power. Afterwards, the new coals
are to be collected and placed back in my pouch. He warns me that no water
must drown the flames least I angry the fire spirits and receive their aid
no longer.
We give the old man and his boy our farewells. Brief visits are made
throughout the morning with several warriors of the tribe: Left-hand Bow,
Shakes-like-the-ground (who eyes the young brave with much lust), Many
Animals, a man that I've not met with before who's called Rock-in-his-hand
and lastly we meet with the chief and his youngest son, Frozen Finger.
Sings-to-the-birds sits before the powerful old warrior with new
confidence. It's a good thing to see in the brave and I know that it comes
from more than his wearing a new breechclout! The chief asks Big Horn to
give our chief his greeting in renewed friendship. His words remind me of
what I'm carrying in my sacred bundle; a sort of greeting from this tribe's
shaman to my own.
Gifts are presented to us. A fine clay pot is given me from the chief.
To Big Horn, similar pots and a decorated clay pipe with a long wooden
breathing tube along with a small pouch of smoking tobacco is given.
Our farewells are finally spoken and Big Horn takes me to where they've
been keeping his horse. Pai-alucia nickers at our handling. His back is
covered with an elk-skin blanket and our packs are secured. Two water
skins bulge with water that I've been told has come from Spirit Lake.
When I ask Big Horn about our smoked venison, for trading purposes, he
tells me that much of it has already been given away as gifts. A few
pouches remain for us to return with to our tribe. The tanned doe skin is
mine to keep since it was the first deer that I've brought down.
When the horse is packed, Big Horn heads for the rocky path that will
take us down to the valleys. Sings-to-the-birds remains silent during our
walk. We pass the lodges of the Moss-bowl Tribe and they're soon left
behind us. We've come to the point of our farewell.
"May your journey home be a safe one," says Sings-to-the-birds softly.
Big Horn raises his right hand in acceptance. "You will find a home
with these People," the warrior assures the young brave. "Be Mahyee-na.
Carry on the pride of our loving male society with all needing men."
Sings-to-the-birds nods. "I will. And you, young man..." he says while
taking Willow Bird's hand into his own, "come the second moon, I'll be at
your side along with Big Horn to see you initiated a brave!"
I grip the man's shoulder in happy acceptance. The soaring feelings in
my heart causes my sudden embrace with the young man. It's a long hug with
my butt being taken into his hands. I cup the brave's soft behind in
response and we end up kissing.
"You two will soon see each other again," says Big Horn. "Come. It is
time for our long climb down. I'm eager to return to our own People."
I nod my head and turn from Sings-to-the-birds. Something troubles me...
Why didn't the two of them embrace? When I glance back at the young brave,
his eyes fall on the warrior with concern. Does he wonder this same thing?
I give my final farewell to the brave and he waves back.
Big Horn leads the way down while I hold the reins to Pai-alucia. His
back is laden with the gifts of decorated clay pots from these People
which will be much valued by ours. Our water skins bulge and the few
remaining pouches of smoked venison from our two deer are securely tied.
A rolled up hide from the doe I had speared brings a smile to my face.
This I will proudly present to my mother to prove my hunting ability.
I cast my eyes at the great spread of landscape below us. There are
many rolling hills to the south and the east. I spy the sunlit glinting
of a river snaking its way into the distant forests. If I were a bird, I'd
have only to follow its silvery path back to my tribe. With speeding
wings, I could be home by the short time Father Sun rises in His sky
instead of the nearly three days that it will take us by foot.
I listen to the clippity-clop rhythm of Pai-alucia's hooves against the
stones. He's anxious for the journey but remains quiet. No nervous
whinnies or the loud blowing out of his breath to show impatience. His
eyes remain forward and down at the path. No signs of panic in him like
when we had first climbed up.
Our downward walk is enjoyable. It doesn't put much strain on my legs
and the cool air takes the excess heat from my body. I continue to study
all the downward views to be had. We are like eagles high up in the sky.
Everything looks so tiny!
Our journey is measured by the climbing of Father Sun in His sky. By
His high point, we've nearly made half the distance down the mountain
side. Moy's stony walls surround us and our path often winds back on
itself. We take short breaks to only drink water.
We slowly descend to the valleys. My body notices the changes in the
air by its rising heat and the sweet fragrances blowing in the wind.
Strangely, Father Sun seems brighter as we climb downwards. It feels good
to have my body grasped within His heated hand again.
Big Horn's body shows signs of heating. The dark color of his skin
glistens with shiny rain drops from his sweat. Beads form over his back
and run down to his breechclout and soak in. I gaze at his rear end for
glimpses of its uncovering when his cloth flaps. My warrior has covered
his body as any man does during a journey. I prefer to see my lover naked
in male beauty though.
Our weary walk continues. The long shadows stretch over the land when
Father Sun drops behind the mountains. Our sweaty bodies become chilled. I
reach for Big Horn's waist and together we share warmth.
Evening falls gently upon us. Our path makes a sharp turn and leads us
into the small canyon. The rock drawings are hidden in the darkness much
to my disappointment. I had wanted a second viewing to study the naked
hunters and their huge shaggy prey.
Our walking comes to an even level footing when we final reach the
valley. We're no longer Mountain People! I feel the strong tugging of my
heart for home yet two days away. My body may be weary but I could travel
the night.
Big Horn finds a hidden place between some bushes and gestures that
this will be where we sleep. He's acting cautious; no speaking or the
making of unnecessary noises. The horse blanket is spread over the ground.
Big Horn is quick to drop to it like a stone which has fallen from the
mountain to a final rest. I lay over the blanket and snuggle against the
man's warmth.
Sleep alludes me though. My ears fill with suspicious sounds and my past
encounters with the Trickster comes to mind. He is dead. Yet I keep sensing
his menacing presence; if not in flesh form than in a flowing spirit that
could easily slip into an animal to acost us... or even into a man.
Pai-alucia stands quietly. I take comfort in his guarding stance and I
recall how he had awakened me when the Trickster returned a second time to
rape me in the night. My eyes close in trust of his vigilance above us.
Morning arrives with the faint glow of Father Sun in the east. Big Horn
remains asleep. I feel my need to piss but my arms are around the man's
body so to move would disturb him. Pai-alucia nods his head at me. I grin
and look around at all the green of this valley. Soft grasses are at my
feet with the leafy bushes climbing in brambly tangles; the trees are
scarse. With daylight coming, our hiding place won't serve us but we'll be
moving on by then.
I turn slightly to face my lover. His eyes are closed. A soft breath
flows through his nostrils like a gentle breeze through the grass. The
eagle feather proves his warrior's strength and I'm glad to be the boy in
his sleeping arms.
My love for Big Horn bursts in my heart! I've made my choice for him
over a boy and I think that it was the right one. My head says that it is
so. My heart will take a while longer to accept Song Bird's loss though.
I press my face to the man's and gently kiss him. He doesn't stir
until my third one with his eyes opening and the sharp inwards draw of
his breath. I grin slyly. My lover stares at me with much wonder showing
on his face.
"A beautiful boy in my arms!" Big Horn whispers. He pauses a moment
from deep thought. "I was drawn to you all them years ago when your father
died. I wanted to take you into my care and dry away your tears but I
wasn't yet a brave. The tribe came together to provide for you and your
mother but no man would come forward to become a father and a husband.
"When I was initiated, the responsibility to train you had been put on
me by my uncle, our chief. It was a joyous burden for me to bear. I needed
not fear the trappings of marriage or taboo to approach you with my help.
No one giggled behind my back for visiting your mother's tipi to see you."
"Why did your uncle ask this of you?"
Big Horn pauses a moment to consider the boy's good question. "I think
it's because your father had served him well, as his trusted advisor and
something more that I never fully understood. But when he died, the chief
felt a responsibility to your family. He asked me to act as your monedo
when I was named a brave. Our chief is wise and he may have seen things in
you and me that only now have come to fruitation."
"That we would become lovers?" I ask.
"No. That far of Seeing is a shaman's gift," answers Big Horn. "But I
too had been raised without a father when the chief's brother was killed
by the Spear-bearing warrior's sneak attack on our tribe. The chief knew
that I understood such a loss and that together, we could come to terms."
"I remember that dark year, Big Horn. My mother lost her status in the
tribe so she's had to work for others for our meat and hides. We had felt
so alone. Everyone seemed to care for us but no one would really get close
to us. My mother was too much in love with my father to think of marrying
again."
"A husbandless woman can make for a formidable barrier by taboo,"
explains Big Horn. "Any man's approach to either of you would be
perceived as his desire to take your mother for a wife."
I nod my head in understanding. "Then you came a year later to our tipi
under the lawful command of our chief. Not to court my mother but to act
as my monedo to provide me with a man's direction. I had taken to you like
a baby duck takes to water. A second father for me, Big Horn."
"Yes. You had sometimes called me father when you were ten," says Big
Horn. "Your understanding grew and monedo became my proper calling from
your lips."
"My lover sounds even better!" I feel Big Horn's lips press against
mine in a gentle kiss. No naughty tongue sticking in my mouth so I know
that he's not in need of sex. It's good to feel his arms tightening around
me and our kissing is unhurried.
The man's arms loosen. He gives me a mischievous look before
descending on my body with his mouth. Kisses come to my neck and down to
my chest which the man sucks on to harden my nipples. His tongue swirls
over them. I moan out from the nice sensation. The man's feathered head
moves lower down my body.
Big Horn's hot kisses on my skin causes my cock to rise within my front
breechclout. I close my eyes to enjoy his pleasuring. The man's kisses go
lower. My belly is sucked on, making me giggle from his tongue tickling. I
yelp out when the man sticks into my navel!
The warrior glances up to smile at me. His hands pull away my front
flap and he stares at my hard dick. For him, and swollen in need to come
out. The man grips my hips and his lips coax my glans to ooze for him.
It's a very tickly sensation that turns to a violent surge when his mouth
fully engulfs my length in one stroke. A rhythmic pressure begins over my
tingling penis.
My full bladder spills out of me at this moment. Big Horn grunts with
surprise but he continues sucking on my dick. My pissing reminds me of our
rite of exocist in the mountain forest when we had drunk of each other's
yellow flow. I have much in me to be rid of. The man drinks it all in!
When I finish, Big Horn continues to mouth my hard dick with his
pursuit of the white nectar that my loins can give him. His hands have
wrapped around my butt to prevent my escape. I close my eyes to
concentrate.
My butt rises from our sleeping hide to drive myself deep through the
man's hot mouth. All his earlier kisses to my body and his sucking have
brought me to a rushed and sudden climax. I cry out! Big Horn drinks my
every squirt flowing from my loins. My brief thrills come from the
fulfillment of male ecstasy by seeding. Done, my body falls back to the
ground as if broken.
I gasp for air. Big Horn moves over my body to position himself on top
of me. The man presses his face to mine and we kiss. Wetly. I taste the
remains of my cum in his mouth and realize that he's in need to be coming
out.
A pulling of cloth from Big Horn's body is followed by the naked touch
of his loin's warmth over mine. Our kissing continues with the man's
tongue swirling in my mouth. He grinds his hard cock over me, hands
scooping me from the sleeping hide to lift me into his arms. Longer
thrusts against me. I wrap my arms around his back and my legs hug his
butt to tighten our loving embrace.
I'm drowning in Big Horn's kisses. When needing breaths, I turn my head
sideways and gasp. The man's lips find mine again and frantically suck
them. He's in great need to come out from the way his violent body
thrashes over my own. My dick is no match for the man's hardness for
battle. Yet I cling to my man and endure his wild use of me. We kiss
strongly, take breaths when we can and our bodies pound, pound, pound!
like fleshy drums.
My wet belly feels the hard slipping of Big Horn's cock. Its curved
length strikes against me like an angry snake. Our entwined groin hairs
hiss... or is that the man's breath? I keep a tight grip of his body
against my body. It pleases me to bring this warrior his manly pleasure,
both from animalistic lust and human loving. He is my man.
A low growl forms in the warrior's mouth. He continues to kiss me when
my belly is splashed with the release from his cock. I open my eyes to
look upon the man's fierceness. His narrowing eyes show me the sweet male
thrills that he's experiencing. A tense face. Our lips part so that the
man can gasp for air as if he were a fish caught out of water. I grin at
his lusty efforts.
Big Horn's body falls over me after seeding. I accept the crush of his
weight while he rests after sexual battle. My kisses come to his long hair
in my show of love and acceptance of him. His cum runs down my belly.
"You make for a wild lover, Big Horn." The man gasps for breath and
laughs at my words.
"Forgive my violent use of your body," the warrior asks. "When I tasted
your hot cum, my cock forced me to strike against you in sexual anger. It
made for a sweet release from my loins. Much pleasure!"
I pat my lover's back in assurance. His body continues to fill with
deep breaths and when I peek at his face, there's a trace of pain on it.
Big Horn notices my eyes and gives me a feigned grin. I decide not to
press the matter.
Big Horn rises to his knees. He looks down at my belly, wet with his
thick white cum. His hand scoops it up to annoint my loins with its
power. I spread my legs to accept his handling over my tight-skinned
balls and oozing penis. This is a boy's growing up rite that I'm glad to
finally receive from my man.
"May you grow in a man's way with male power from my loins to yours,"
says Big Horn to complete the rite. "It makes us one."
I smile in acceptance of his gifted seed. "This is the first time that
you've given me the rite, Big Horn. Why wasn't it done when I was a boy?"
"That rite is given a youth from his father or an uncle," Big Horn
answers. "Didn't a warrior or brave stand with you in the woods to perform
it?"
"No man," I answer. "Yet an older boy who was visiting with us from the
Moss-bowl Tribe had performed it for me when I was nine."
"You see... His seed took root in your loins and they've grown to a
man's," says Big Horn while pressing his palm against the boy's swollen
balls.
I giggle to join my lover's laughter. He falls back onto me with our
arms taking each other in a great bear hug. I hold his sweaty warmth to
me as if never wanting to let go. In the back of my head, I feel a warning
whisper. A dark memory of something falling which I fling away by my joy
of this moment.
Pai-alucia whinnies. It sends Big Horn out of my arms and up in a
warrior's ready stance. I get to my feet and take a careful look around.
No men. I spy some dark shadows in the distance moving over a hill; a herd
of buffalo. Is this what our horse has warned us of?
I stare at my lover's dark body. The man's legs and arms show much
strength in their poise for action. His long straight hair flows down his
shoulders and along his back. A hard chest. I giggle at the nervous
tightness to his butt. In the front of him, his curved dick oozes cum.
I kneel down before my man in worship of his proven manhood. My lips
cover the brown knob to his penis and lick its oozing; a male's sweetness
fills my mouth! I suck on his cock for more cum.
My mouth fills with a strong squirt. It becomes a continuing flow
which I eagerly drink as this man had done earlier from me. The taste of
his urine is like a strong herb tea. My hands reach around the man's ass
as if he were a water skin I'm pulling on to quench my thirst.
My lover pats my shoulder when he finishes pissing. I continue to suck
on his shrinking cock and playfully bite over it as if in need for more
water. This gets the man to laugh. I slowly rise before him with a final
gulp of his urine to empty my mouth. He nods to me in secret understanding.
Big Horn's body relaxes. He gestures for me to encircle our position
while he fetches his breechclout. I grip the knife on my thong belt and
sprint away. In the growing daylight, our hiding place is revealed.
Pai-alucia makes for an easy target by any seeking eyes. My feet fly over
the ground in silent strides when I check out the area. There are no
enemies to be found. I come around again to be sure of this before
rejoining Big Horn.
'We go now,' gestures Big Horn silently.
I nod my understanding and take Pai-alucia's reins. The warrior goes
over the ground where I had checked in my wide circle search. Perhaps
we're being too cautious but I'd rather be sure of our safety than be
dead. Big Horn returns to my side and gestures that there's no sign of
danger here.
I get along side of my lover and reach out to his waist with my arm.
The man welcomes the touch of my body against his. I smile from the simple
joy of it. There are some questions to be asked of Big Horn so I voice my
first one.
"Did Sings-to-the-birds perform his sexual favor that he owed you?" I
ask.
Big Horn laughs. "Ah, yes. That young brave seemed more eager to
fulfill his debt to me than I was to collect it!"
We walk in silence for a long moment. I'm surprised that nothing more
is said; didn't my lover promise that we'd share with each other our
sexual experiences and conquests? I force Big Horn to stop and my eyes beg
for the man to continue his account.
"We made a visit with a warrior named Rock-in-his-hand," says Big Horn.
"Sings-to-the-birds was given the opportunity to make love to a very
sexual man that my first lover and I had found joy in; together, and at
the same time!"
I grin from what I suspect Big Horn is going to tell me. Within my
front breechclout, I feel the warm stirrings of my manhood. Big Horn
continues.
"After our introductions, Rock-in-his-hand tied up the door to his
lodge and threw down his breechclout. The man's lengthy cock was standing
tall against his belly and dripping with anticipation. Sings-to-the-birds
kneeled before the warrior and sucked on his sexual oozing. I also went to
my knees but in worship of the young brave's ass. My mouth licked its way
to his hole.
I heard Sings-to-the-birds gag when trying to go down on that warrior's
spear-length! Rock-in-his-hand only wanted his cock wet and slippery; he
doesn't enjoy being sucked. I had the brave's hole prepared with much spit
so I stuck into him with my cock. Even before I had made a handful of
thrusts, the warrior was kneeling behind my ass to fuck me."
I interrupt Big Horn's story. "The three of you had your bodies stuck
into each other?" I ask.
Big Horn nods. "I held the young brave close to me with the warrior's
strong arms over mine and surging. My body was caught between the two
horny men. I had only to sway between them to fuck Sings-to-the-birds' ass
while getting mine fucked by Rock-in-his-hand."
"Who came out first?" I ask.
"Our triad wasn't a contest to get a man to his clumsy climax,"
explains Big Horn. "We paced our bodies so that much sexual pleasure
could be enjoyed before its wet ending. When Rock-in-his-hand signalled
his approaching explosion, I slowed my body so that the warrior could
rest. The same was done when my cock came too close to it.
"After taking as much pleasure as we dared before cumming, we switched
positions. I kneeled before Sings-to-the-birds for him to stick into me.
Rock-in-his-hand was behind the young brave and fucking him. It was a
first experience for the brave. He moved his slim body between ours in a
way that gave both sides of him much pleasure!"
"When did you come out?" I ask.
"Ah... our sweet release!" says Big Horn with awe. "Our bodies grew
tired of being tricked with so much pleasuring without seeding. Rock-in-
his-hand was the first to beg for a release from it. He was stuck in Sings-
to-the-birds so he drove himself fiercely until giving the young brave his
hard-won sperm. You should have heard that warrior's loud groans! Like the
buffalo bull, who after chasing down his cow, gives to her his all.
"Sings-to-the-birds was so enflamed by the warrior's brutal fuck in his
ass that when he heard the man's ending groans, he exploded his loins in
mine. My cock demanded its release. I pulled my butt from Sings-to-the-
birds' dripping dick and after pushing Rock-in-his-hand's oozing spear
from the brave's ass, I kneeled down in his place to fuck the young brave.
"Much to my surprise, my butt was stuck into by the Rock-in-his-hand. I
drove myself to a quick and brutal cumming in Sings-to-the-birds. My low
groans in the lodge announced my accomplishment. When our bodies rested,
the warrior behind me was still in battle with my ass. His second coming
out was a long one. Yet it brought him much pleasure and empty loins."
I nod my head at Big Horn's exciting story. "The seed from two men were
inside of the young brave and yourself," I ask, "so did you go perform your
first lover's rite of exocist to empty out your butts?"
"Yes. We did," answers Big Horn. "We stood butt to butt in the woods
and pushed out the seed that we had captured. Then our pissing cleaned
between our sticky cheeks!"
I give Big Horn a sour face. "Now I know why we had made our farewells
to Rock-in-his-hand. Do you think he lusted for what my ass could have
offered him?"
"Oh, I'm sure that he did. When next we visit with the Moss-bowl Tribe,
you can be the first to kneel before that mighty warrior with your butt!"
I pound my fist against Big Horn's chest. He continues to laugh at me.
I break out in a giggle and together we hold each other to prevent falling
to the ground. Pai-alucia whinnies behind us.
When we've recovered, Big Horn turns to me with a questioning look. My
body fills with cold bumps over my skin when I consider telling my lover
about my sexual encounters with the boys. Will he be angry with me?
I decide to admit something. But first, I ask Big Horn a question. "If
a boy who was only a few years away from being named a brave had come to
you with his interest to be Mahyee-na, would you send him away?"
(Big Horn's smiling face turns plain. He considers the matter while
realizing what Willow Bird may be telling him after his reply.) "If the
boy made his approach to me first, I would consider offering him the first
rite in Mahyee-na to test him. It's important that nothing is forced upon
him."
I nod my head in agreement and ask my next question. "If that boy
responded favorably to your initiation would you embrace him with all the
sexual acts that can be enjoyed between the two of you?"
"Were you approached by such a boy?" asks Big Horn.
I've noticed that we've stopped. My eyes are drawn to the warrior's
and I swallow nervously in my throat before speaking. "Yes. I was
approached by a boy who was interested in being Mahyee-na as I've said."
Big Horn slowly nods his head. "What is his name?"
"Night's Star. I first met him outside the mens' big lodge where he was
waiting for me in the night. I couldn't tell his age in the dark when our
bodies joined in love making."
"How was that done?" asks Big Horn in an even voice.
"I allowed the boy to stick in me. It was his first experience at
fucking and he was very surprised that I allowed him to cum inside me."
"Why was that?"
"Another boy had often been sucking on Night's Star, but when coming
out, the boy pushed him away since he didn't want to drink it. Night's
Star thought it would be the same with me."
"Did the two of you meet often?" asks Big Horn.
"No. Only a few times," I admit. "I've talked with Night's Star about
what it means to be Mahyee-na and since my heart was already taken with
you, I placed him in the hands of another man to love."
"Sings-to-the-birds has told me," says Big Horn. "I was angry with the
young brave since to involve under-aged boys in our society can bring fear
and hatred down upon us! It's fortunate that Night's Star is very mature
for his age. He's promised to keep his involvement with Sings-to-the-birds
a secret."
"You knew?" I ask in growing disbelief.
"Yes. You should know by now, Willow Bird, that very little escapes me
when it concerns the Mahyee-na."
I lower my eyes to the ground in shame. Does Big Horn know about the
other boys that I've made love to? I decide to remain silent about them.
Both were younger than Night's Star and it would bring my lover's wrath
down upon me if I were to make an admission. I don't regret what I've
done. It's just that Big Horn doesn't share my spirit of loving boys; how
can he understand?
We continue our walk in silence. I notice that we're standing close but
without our arms reaching out to each other. It's not good to be divided!
I gain my resolve and hold my lover's waist with this matter put behind
us. I'm relieved when Big Horn's arm brings me closer to him.
I feel tears threatening to fall. My sudden anger at myself prevents
them since I am now a man who must be in control of his emotions! I turn
my face away to focus on the landscape around us. The edge of a large
forest is seen in the distance. This is where Big Horn is taking us.
We travel a ways before stopping to eat and drink. The horse is given
his fill of water from my cupped hands. Big Horn remains silent. I've
noticed the trace of pain on his face but in keeping with his earlier
warning gesture, I keep silent about it.
I follow at a distance behind Big Horn so that he can spot danger
before our approach. The weary miles pass. Pai-alucia gives no complaint.
His eyes are down and forward; ears low. That's a good sign in a horse.
Father Sun rises in His sky and falls before we reach the safety of the
forests. It's comforting to walk under the cover of trees again. I know
that by morning, we'll find the muddy river and follow it up to our camp.
Big Horn's strides become slower paced. I slow my walk to keep our
distance behind him. Is the warrior sensing danger? After a long while, I
sense that his smaller steps come from weariness than from caution. Is the
man in pain?
Big Horn leans heavily against a redwood to rest. When I reach him, the
man reveals much pain on his face so I offer him a drink from a water
skin. He lifts it high above his head and recklessly pours it out. The
water runs down his body. I touch my lover's forehead to check for fever
but find none. A strange expression fills the warrior's face which haunts
me real bad. He is staring at something. The tiny hairs at the back of my
neck prickle up.
I spin around at the intruder. Nothing but rolling hills. A gasp comes
from behind me and in the next moment I'm grabbed and thrown hard to the
ground. My body is struck! Not from a tomahawk or flint blade but from a
man's foot. I manage to turn myself over the ground to face my attacker.
It's Big Horn?!
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