WARNING: These fictional stories contains sexual accounts between men
and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER
THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to
be reading this or not!
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* July 1997 *
* "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys" *
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* by Vince Water *
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* Short-Story Title File Name Location *
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* "Proud Warrior"..................... (This file) *
* "Wilder Love"....................... EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-2 *
* "Of Indian Rutting"................. EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-3 *
* "What Naked Boys Do"................ EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-4 *
* @"Boy Seeds Planted"................. EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-5 *
* "A Little Boy No More".............. EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-6 *
* "A Girl HE is Not!"................. EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-7 *
* "Keeping Warm"...................... EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-8 *
* "What Boys Will Trade".............. EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-9 *
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@ This poetic story follows "Boy Seeds" in the "Pottery Shards" booklet.
Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE
THAT THESE STORIES ARE OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS
UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE.
This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of these
stories with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form!
Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an
APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water -
My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com
The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light"
bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A.
HTTP://WWW.ADLBOOKS.COM
"Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys"
Copyright 1991, 1992, 1996 by Vince Water
All rights reserved. Third printing
Edited by my Indian friend, Tony.
Aź October 27, 1997 yes 22962
All of the characters in these stories are fictitious, and any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal
names and other historical references, is purely coincidental.
Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water:
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"Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian
Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And
Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play"
{This last title is expected to be ready at the end of 1997!}
Author's Note:
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This booklet is the third collection of short stories following the
out-out print "American Indian Boys' Love Stories" and "More Indian
Boys' Love Stories" booklets. Those two titles have been combined in
"For The Love of Indian Boys".
The stories in this booklet have been totally rewritten since its last
printing some four years ago. I hope that you'll enjoy them!
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* "Proud Warrior" *
| Bright Star stands before the river of his destiny. |
| Behind him in camp is all that he's become in his |
| tribe's eyes: a newly named warrior; the youngest |
| son of a proud Huron Chief. He's proven himself to |
| his father on the path of becoming a man. Yet he's |
| feeling very unhappy inside. |
My thoughts are in a turmoil. Should I cross over the swift waters
this day? A friendly tribe can be found beyond this river border. Perhaps
there are boys who will take what pleasures my body can offer them. To
myself would be achieved a fulfillment to my flesh and the great longing
in my heart for boys! They'll gain pleasure from lusty acts of budding
manhood. I've a need to show them how. This I can no longer perform for
the boys of my own tribe because of my new status.
Who will show the youths if they're of spirit for embracing other
males? As a young boy, I was shown my true nature by a visiting brave to
our tribe. I called him Bold Eyes. He saw the need in my heart and wasn't
timid to reveal his own lust.
I can remember the warmth of his hand under my rear flap. His touch
excited me though I wasn't understanding his interest for my butt. At his
bidding, I dropped my breechclout to reveal myself before him. It was
thrilling that my body attracted a man. The brave knelt behind to taste
what his hands opened of my backside like a plucked flower. My butt
trembled from what his manly hunger had sought hidden within me. More
than his tongue had found entry into my tight body that day!
I was taken like a helpless girl by that young man. His savage thrusts
pained our male joining while his words of lust shamed my heart. I had
wanted more. The brave left me as conquered by the sperm he had put in me
on that long ago day. Yet I don't hate him for it.
Bold Eyes was a very handsome brave after all. Strong, young, and
unafraid of what he was inside. He desired males. I had been surprised by
his interest in me and afterwards, though my butthole ached, I felt
fulfilled to have given the man his lusty use of my flesh. It helped me
to recognize that same desire in me for those of my own sex.
A smile comes to my face in rememberance. Bold Eyes had loved me well!
I can still recall the lusty feel of his heated nakedness huddling mine,
the brave's surging male power and his need to spend himself in my butt.
As a mere boy, I felt honored to be in that man's arms and satisfying
him. When the revealing groans spoke of his pleasurable release in my
butthole, I felt our oneness and its great strength. Yet it was only for
that one mating.
I feared that others would learn of it. I endured the man's rape but
couldn't bear any shame on my good name for having allowed it. I also
feared my father's rath.
Bold Eyes wasn't of our tribe so fortune smiled on me for his brief
visit. He told no one of his lusty deed with my flesh. Yet those manly
seeds of his were planted deep in my butt. Years later, they bore fruit
in the way I sought out boys myself.
Unlike Bold Eyes, I didn't seek to join a handsome youth with my hard
penis up his small butt. I was content to be the one taken like a willing
girl. Little boys were easily coaxed to erect in hand or in my mouth. Few
were willing, let alone of proper size to penetrate my offered squaw
opening. I desired older boys with sperm who could.
Once, in a stream, I bared myself in front of some boys during our
swim. Two curiously entered the water to join me. They saw my manly
excitement and eagerly embraced me with their own. Lust had me forgetting
the consequences of making love to boys who can't keep secrets.
As the more timid youths watched from the bank, I sucked out sperm from
one bright faced boy. It was a sweet drink from his loins. The bolder
youth satisfied himself with his pole stuck up my butthole. He even
mounted me twice since it was a rare opportunity for him to fuck a man.
No youth permitted my entry into their small butts. I had to satisfy
my urge on the bank with the remaining boys pulling out seed from their
aching erections. We enjoyed the wetting at our feet. All thought it a
fine game until one boy spread word of it.
My father, our chief, warned me of its consequences. He told me that
if I continued satisfying boys then forced would I have been to don the
dress of a squaw. A fate worse than death! Denials were made to the words
of a mere boy. My path to manhood was secured by lying. I could no longer
embrace youths for our pleasure. A part of my heart died from it.
That dark shadow over my spirit has briefly given way to the bright
deed that's made me a warrior. I felled two enemy braves in their attempt
to steal my father's horses. Tomorrow, I'm to be ceremonially given two
feathers for their lives. A proud warrior's headdress. Yet inside, I'm
feeling empty.
My eyes spy a branch floating past me on the river. It reminds me of
the wooden bow that I'm clutching tightly in my hand. Two arrows held in
the other await being flown in sacred ritual. The shaman had sent me
here. My deep thoughts have been delaying my task.
To placate the spirits of those dead braves I've killed, I'm to give
flight to these two medicine arrows. The act will protect me from future
apprisals be it from avenging spirits or flesh relatives. It wasn't from
any evil intent that forced me to take their lives. This ritual honors
them and myself.
I fit the first arrow in my hand and aim it towards the swift water.
As my breath holds before shooting I'm reminded of another kind of
release. The sweet breath that's held at the end of lust's labor to push
out seed!
My bow twangs. I feel a sharp thrill go through my dick. It has grown
long from my sweet memories of boys. The river swallows up the first
arrow so I quickly take aim to release its brother. I think of that cute
boy in the stream a summer ago who had seeded my butt. My breath holds. I
imagine that I'm taking a turn with my fleshy shaft in that boy's hole...
My last arrow flies. I watch it pierce the swirling water and disappear
into its murky depths like the boy's butt I fuck.
My sight fails. A great roar fills my ears. It's a crashing wave that
shoots from my penis. Tremendous pleasure filling my head! I drop my bow
at my feet and take in urgent breaths. My spirit is soaring high among
the clouds. Too soon, I return to the earth. I'm recovering from my
unexpected explosion. Under my front flap is the result.
I pull the wet cloth from my thong belt and look at it. A long white
streak drips down from it to the ground. I quickly catch what remains in
my hand. A notion hits me. I reach back with my other hand to remove my
rear cloth. My legs spread to open my butt wide. Naked, I bend over to put
the medicine seed into me. I'm enhancing the shaman's rite with my own.
My slimy pointing finger opens the way. I manage another finger in and
put my sperm deep inside. How I wish it were from a boy's long dick
instead! I wipe off what remains on my hand over my balls. Fierce
thoughts fill my head. I reach my arms up to the sky and vow, "this day
shall find a boy's seed joined with mine!"
The sound of my heartbeat replaces the earlier roar in my ears. What
I've vowed will have to be done. To ensure it I further shout, "I swear to
perform this deed before attending my Eagle Feather Ceremony as a warrior!"
My eyes fill with the sun. Its Light blinds me. I lower my arms and
bow my head to the silence around me. The wind is still. The river
giggles and splashes at my feet. I realize the power of what was just
spoken unto Him.
The two long cloths to my breechclout lie on the bank. I bend down and
fetch only the unstained rear flap. This I hang over my loins in front.
My thong belt keeps it to me. I leave my butt uncovered.
To be at fulfilling my solemn promise, I cross over the river of my
destiny. I leave behind my proud identity with my tribe. I go alone and
half-naked to what will be.
The river runs cold past my legs. I ignore its biting pain while
gathering long ago memories into my head. My father had once taken me to
this friendly tribe across the river. I was only a small boy at the time.
It was said that they were a different People yet kindred to our own.
Rarely are visits made in these troubling times. It's known that an angry
evil spirit has brought His heavy hand down upon them. Many died with its
passing.
I reach to the other side of the swift river. Behind me is my bow and
seeded cloth on the bank. There they shall remain until my quest for a
boy and what I'll do with him is done. I go about my task weaponless and
squaw naked from behind.
Where is this tribe that I seek? My eyes study the ground for signs. I
look for footprints of anyone who may have come to the river for water or
to bathe. None. I walk with the water's flow while my eyes search along
the muddy bank.
A slight breeze caresses me with its soft hand across my backside. I
look behind at myself with a grin. Would a man become lust-filled from
seeing my uncovered butt? I think so. A boy would feel that same power in
his loins but wouldn't know how to direct its urgent flow. That's my
task; to show the youth what to do with his long penis and to coax his
maturing seed out of him!
A thought strikes me. What of a youth who has no sperm inside of him?
Should I offer him my butthole? I think back to when I was smooth groined
and innocent. The excitement from rough playing with boyhood friends or
spying on a boy's nakedness would cause me to grow my pole long. A skinny
hard twig! My hand released that power within though it went from me as a
dry thrill. No squirts.
I suppose that a young boy could be shown the mating acts of a man
even if he's yet without sperm. A boy's pole still feels good when it's
hard and taken in hand, sucked on or stuck up a butthole. One day, that
youth will have sperm from his loins and would know how to release it.
I think many similar thoughts while keeping my eyes to tracking. After
a long wet walk I find a path. It's well worn and speaks of passing
animals as well as tribal folks. My feet begins the hopeful journey upon
it with much haste.
The path turns into a lengthy one. The wildness of the land passes by
me as the summer sun brings a sweated sheen to my bare skin. The
occasional wind feels like a cold hand over my backside. Noon is almost
upon me. Several times I find myself asking if what I do is right. These
People might not remember me as a friend. Will I be losing my life this
day because of my rash vow?
With my tribe is safety and honor. I'm the youngest brave to be named
a warrior at fifteen summers of age. I saw the pride of it in my father's
eyes. When feathers are ceremonially placed in my hair, then I'll be seen
as a true proven man. A man to do what my heart desires?
I'll be expected to take a squaw. All I want in my tipi is a boy! The
warrior status gains me much yet it places upon me certain responsibilities
and expected behaviors. I also have my father's honor to uphold. Many
heavy burdens.
My heart has me turning away from all that. I heard its cry when
making that rash vow at the river's edge. I'm on a quest to make good on
that promise unto Him and myself. I want a boy. Inspite of all other
concerns, I want this for me.
My lengthy walk brings me into new lands. I become excited by a
familiar smell in my nostrils. It speaks of tanned hides and cooking
fires. Both are wonderful reminders of home. This path leads not to my
tribe but to an unfamiliar People. Will they welcome me? My sacred vow
keeps me moving forward.
Tipis spring up before me. I don't see any inhabitants yet I keep my
hands ready to offer signs of peace. My feet step deeper into the
encampment. Something strange is going on here. There are no sounds of
playing youths or the other expected activities. Perhaps they are all dead.
A man steps out from behind a tree. From his head feather, I see that
he's a warrior. Lean of form and scantily clad, his belt holds only a
knife. An older man. My eyes note his lack of war paint. That puts my
arrival as welcomed or unexpected.
I pause my step to greet this lone warrior. Horror fills my eyes at
seeing the ugly markings upon his chest and face. Death's Hand upon him!
My fear threatens to burst out of me. I manage it like a man. The wild
energy from fear can be used for better purposes such as having to defend
myself if it comes to a battle between this warrior and I. My father's
training is ever in my mind.
The old warrior gives me a gesture of peace with folded arms across
his chest. I return a peace sign and ease my nervous stance. A squaw
pops out from the tipi. We eye each other for a long moment in silence.
The old man probably sees me as a mere brave.
"Why have you come?" the warrior asks. His keen eyes study the young
man in front of him, noting his lack of a rear cloth.
"I'm from across the river," I begin while chaotic thoughts try
assembling themselves in my head. "Long ago I visited. Now, I return to
see... old friends." The warrior's eyes narrow a moment before giving me
a reply. I saw where his long gaze had fallen low on me.
"It is bad here," the warrior announces. "Return to your tribe before
harm befalls you! A dark spirit is punishing us all." The man looks
around as if fearing his bold words.
"Why?" I ask. I've heard the rumors and knew the unspoken taboo that's
kept those of our tribe from crossing over the river for a visit. If I'm
here, I might as well learn the full truth.
"I will not speak of it," the warrior answers while giving a sweeping
hand gesture of silence. "Visit 'your friends' if you must, in peace. Go
before the darkness falls and what is set loose in the night!"
I nod my understanding. The old warrior turns away to enter his tipi.
My eyes fall to his backside. Unlike my half breechclout, this man has on
a lengthy rear flap. If he had been younger, I might have bent over to
his unspoken desire.
My eyes study this silent camp. Only a handful of tipis stand here. No
other men. A few old women look up to me from their work mats. I ignore
them. My task is elsewhere.
I wander through the small camp without finding anyone else. The tipis
are few and seem unkept or abandoned. Only the eyes of old squaws stare
up at me with a hopelessness filling their wrinkled faces. Black marks
cover their bodies. I feel the hand of death everywhere! A fear begins to
take me for what my eyes are a witness to. This is a dying tribe.
Everything becomes unreal. Is this a dream or am I really walking
through the camp from my childhood visit? My father had once told me that
death's spirit had claimed them all. The shaman discovered later, by
unspoken means, that a handful of People survived though showing the
cruel markings of escape. Had I not seen this myself upon that aged
warrior's body and his squaws? Where are the children?
I find myself outside of camp. The path continues on so I follow it
with much relief. I'm glad to be away from that place of death! I note
the signs of many fire pits. They tell of where past tipis had been
erected over them. A few poles and hide scraps lie near my path. They
were once tipis, ruined by the passing seasons. Only death or fear would
cause their hasty abandonment. This had once been a large encampment.
Behind me is what remains of that lone warrior's tribe. Other than a
few squaws, I saw no other People. Have they flown in fear from Death's
Hand? Are they all dead? I feel that it was a mistake to come. I risk
the rath of an evil spirit to search for boys who aren't here.
A lone tipi comes into sight. Like the others, this too is ill kept.
One side is missing a section of hides. Yet it's standing and shows signs
of inhabitants from the wisps of smoke coming out its smoke hole. The
sound of giggling voices fills my heart with hope. Are there boys here?
I leap to the tipi's other side and find two youths sitting on the
grass. One is in a breechclout while the younger boy goes naked. My eyes
notice this youth's red warpainted penis. A sly smile from the older boy
tells me how his little friend's erection was coaxed.
I offer the signs of peace and slowly kneel beside them. The older boy
of eleven summers curiously looks over my uncovered body and then into my
face. He reaches out to touch my arm. I notice the ugly markings on his.
It covers the one arm and part of his chest. The naked youth appears
untouched.
"What have you been doing with your friend?" I ask in a light hearted
tone. The older boy only smiles in reply. Silence is not my friend so I
speak more. "How are you called? I'm newly named for the Bright Star in
night's sky."
"I'm Stunted Rabbit," the older boy whispers. My half brother is named
Corn Seed."
I smile at their names. "My boyhood name was Little Crow," I share
with them. "Can you speak, Corn Seed?"
The youth shyly nods his head. He reaches down for his erection and
pulls over it while holding breaths. A revealing bulge pushes under
Stunted Rabbit's front flap. Since my hope lies with these boys, I begin
handling my erection under my front flap. Stunted Rabbit grins at me.
"I've already done that," giggles the breechclouted youth. His dark
eyes try peeking on the man's penis hidden under the deerskin cloth.
I boldly reach under Stunted Rabbit's front flap for his pole. My hand
finds it somewhat erected but the telling sign comes from a wet stickiness
around it. The boy gives me a look of pride from his recent accomplishment.
I gather the youth's clear release into my hand. It wets my fingers
with the possibility of what could have been. An idea strikes me. Just as
I had filled my butthole with my sperm, I push fingers with this boy's
sticky release deep inside me as I squat. Giggles answer my lusty rite.
"Why did you do that?" asks Stunted Rabbit.
"I wanted to get my hole slippery," I answer the boy. My hand slaps
suggestingly over my butt cheeks. Exciting tremors for sex fills my
stomach. I get onto my knees and bend over to present myself to these
boys. It's true that Stunted Rabbit has already beated off yet he may be
coaxed to erect and 'perform' that boyish rite again - in me!
"Stick in my hole," I ask. My body sways over my knees to open my butt
to these boys. Nothing happens for many heart beats. Corn Seed giggles.
Perhaps these boys are too young to know of the male bonding that I seek.
A hearty laugh turns my head around. Fear takes me for my revealing
stance. It won't fulfill my quest to get raped by a man! I turn my head to
spy on a boy of about my age. He's breechclouted and is very nice to look
upon. Lean stomach. He has muscled arms and a strong chest. The boy's
face is most beautiful! Hope fills my breast. Perhaps he'll be the One.
A seeking stab brings my attention back to the two brothers. I peer
behind me to see that it's the youngest boy who's kneeling behind me with
lust's task inside my butt. His small hands pull on my hips. I feel his
boyish erection push into my butthole and sheathe itself. The sperm put
inside it from my fingers has made the way slippery for his penetration.
A rhythmic pace begins in my ass. It tickles me.
The little boy's thrusts push only a short way through my butthole. I
spread my knees to allow the youth a deeper penetration. His held breaths
blow over my back every so often. A small cry comes from him. This youth
is taking full pleasure inside me and I suspect that he's experienced at
using an asshole. His loins are immature though. No seed will flow from
him into my body as my solemn vow requires.
My eyes return to the fourteen year old. He strides up to me with a
smile on his cute face. I shrug my shoulders and feel a little embarrassed.
The young boy quickens his stabs in me. They start to feel good.
"My little half-brother enjoys performing like a hunter," explains the
new boy. "He's often sticking into Stunted Rabbit for a quick thrill."
I nod my head in understanding. The older boy lustfully watches the
little boy's performance. It lifts my hopes to be at fulfilling my vow. I
find my voice. "I've come to this camp to find boys who want to fill my
butt."
A hearty laugh fills the air. I watch the new boy step closer and
snatch Corn Seed from my backside. Some pain comes from having the
youth's erection pulled from my butthole. He squeals out in protest.
I stand up and offer myself to the fourteen year old. His hands are
quick to feel over my butt with a man's hunger. I hear his trembling
gasp. This boy has become very excited. I want him to complete me and my
vow right now!
I reach back to pull off the boy's front flap. My curious eyes find a
very long pole grown from him with its brown head popped out from the
thick skin. It's dripping from sweet anticipation. I meet the boy's lusty
gaze and nod to him my willingness to mate.
We anxiously fumble to join our sex. I spread my legs and bend over to
his seeking stabs. A wetness touches my hole. It sends a lightning bolt
through my restless body. There's such anticipation in me! I feel the
full length to the boy's erection sliding into me. A hardness of male
power that fills my entrance with some pain. I had expected it. This boy
has a big dick! When I feel his groin hair against my cheeks, I realize
that our bodies are one. My vow will be fulfilled!
Stunted Rabbit and his half-brother come to stand at our side. On
their faces are sly smiles. The youth giggles at me a lot. He had taken
me first though it went unfinished. Perhaps after I've satisfied this
more eager boy...
Pain shoots through my butt. I relax my inner muscles to allow the boy
an easier penetration. His hands grip my sides and surge. Some pain is
still felt when he sheathes himself into me deeper and harder. His
thrusts are chaotic.
The familiar rhythm begins. The boy's hairy groin crunches against my
butt cheeks with an ever increasing savageness. Within, the rigid power
of his penis slides quickly through my asshole. What a sensation! This
boy's seed is surely wanting to come out.
I look down my belly. My dick is fully erected under the front flap.
It's tingling with sharp thrills from each of the boy's savage stabs in
my ass. Something deep in my butt likes these powerful thrusts. That
brave who had first taken me had given me a similar sensation. I was too
young to squirt from the thrill of being fucked by him. This day, I may
be brought to it by this eager boy.
I turn my head to the loud giggling at my side. Corn Seed has gotten
behind his half-brother. His small hands have removed Stunted Rabbit's
rear flap. It falls between their feet. The older boy spreads his legs and
bends over. I watch in amazement as the young boy sticks into his butt.
I look into Stunted Rabbit's dark eyes. Some mischief fills them when
his younger brother pushes into him deep. He notices my gaze and smiles
back. We are at an understanding with each other from the kindredship of
taking male thrusts.
I marvel that Stunted Rabbit likes having his little butt taken. That
explains how his younger brother knew to use my hole. Lusty thoughts
enter my head. Would he allow my dick in him after Corn Seed is finished?
The boy in my butt, whose name I don't even know, reminds me of our
own unfinished labor. He's helping me to fulfill my vow. Yet I'm more
interested in the playful youths at my side. Their drum beated motion is
beautiful to look upon. Corn Seed's body slams against his half-brother's
with lust's beat. Young boys making love. My heart goes out to them for
what they try to do with each other.
It becomes too much for me. I reach down for my aching erection under
my front flap. I handle it with much pleasure. The two boys provide for
me an exciting performance. It enhances the thrills from my hard dick.
The heated breaths down my back end. The boy's dick has become frantic.
His fingers dig into my sides. Sure signs of his nearing climax. I
concentrate on the boy's wild stabs. His erection feels stiffer through
my hole. An outcry from the boy! There's a kind of gurgle deep in my butt.
I realize with pride what it is. Our sweaty bodies slow their rubbing.
I've not felt my butt pained in this exciting way since being mounted
by that brave. And like that man, my hole is filling with a male's thick
release. It'll join with my sperm and the clear seed from Stunted Rabbit.
A fleshy joining of boys to my body this day. My promise is completed.
Then why do I feel the need for something further?
My eyes fall to the two mating boys. I see more than their lusty
joining. They play with each other like best friends. Both enjoying the
sex and the sweet embracing of their hearts. I long to have a boy feel
for me as they do with each other.
A sharp sensation comes from my dick. My handling has brought me to
it! The boy's slowing stabs through my tightening hole get my seed to
flow strongly. I gush out with at least five sweet squirts! Much pleasure
comes from it. I hear a gasp of surprise from behind me.
My pleasure fades. I find that my head is in a turmoil again. My body
has completed the sexual need of a boy that I've sought for. The act is
done. I think that I was hoping for something more. A giggling from
behind me shames my heart.
I push on my companion's heated body to separate us since our mating
is completed. His loins are spent yet he tries to keep us together with
strong arms around me. I turn my head to him questioningly.
"Why did you come here?" the fourteen year old asks between breaths.
I'm struck by the boy's beautiful brown eyes so full of life. In them
is reflected his curiosity about me and his sexual relief. I swallow
nervously before giving my reply.
"I wanted a boy."
"Why me?" he asks.
"You've helped to fulfill my vow and the great desire in my heart," I
answer. "You are most beautiful!"
"What of my younger brothers?" the boy asks. "You also allowed Corn Seed
into your butt."
"The other boy can have me too!"
The fourteen year old shakes his head. "Stunted Rabbit's spirit is
like yours, only wanting to get his butt stuck into. Two boys have used
your hole. Is this the reason why you've come to death's camp?"
The boy's revealing question leaves me without words to give him. It's
true that I've vowed to take a boy's sperm into my butt yet I want to be
giving mine to a boy as well. Something more is desired by my heart
though I don't really know what it is. A warrior shouldn't be feeling as
lost as I am.
"I see something interesting in your eyes," the fourteen year old
whispers. "Come to my tipi and we'll talk."
The boy's slippery length pulls from my butt. His warm arms release my
body. I've become an alone being again without him. The boy fetches his
front cloth while I enjoy watching his straining body. A sharp cry
attracts my attention.
The two youths are still playing their game of mating. Corn Seed bucks
into his older brother's rear end like a man though I know that he can't
release seed. His tense face reveals the pleasure from trying. I wish that
it were my pole inside Stunted Rabbit's backside. My wet front flap
reminds me that I've already come out.
The fourteen year old leads me around to the entrance of his tipi. The
red-faced youths separate their bodies and race to my side. Corn Seed
slaps my butt. I startle some when Stunted Rabbit reaches into my front
flap for my dick. His face shows surprise when he pulls out a wet hand.
I turn to the mature boy at my side, noticing again how beautiful that
he is! My heart is getting stuck on him. His voice is low as a man's when
he speaks.
"I'm called Fleeting One for having escaped the Evil Spirit's touch,"
the boy explains. "Corn Seed, my young half brother was also unharmed."
"What of Stunted Rabbit?"
"He barely escaped Death's Hand, unlike father. Those who remained
alive bear the same ugly marking from that bad time."
I nod my head in reply. These boys have no father though nothing has
yet been said about their mother. Deep thoughts fill my head. Is Death's
Hand still here to claim the unwary?
Corn Seed giggles. I turn to the boys and see Stunted Rabbit wiping
his hand across his butt. He even sticks a finger deep inside! I'm
reminded of my earlier sperm rite. My fingers had taken this boy's clear
release inside my hole. He does the same with sperm taken from under my
front flap.
My pole erects from watching his lusty rite. Stunted Rabbit reveals
his palm to me, empty now of sperm he had taken from me. The boy points
to my bulging front flap and then slaps his butt soundly. I grin at his
obvious intent. My dick has been spent. I'll gladly accept his offer
sometime later.
Fleeting One points into the tipi's entrance. As his guest, I enter
first. The boys follows after me. Light from the afternoon pours through
one uncovered wall with damage showing from the other skins.
On the floor are few belongings: three combined bed mats, some clay
pots, a spear, some leather pouches and a pile of branches for their fire
pit. A low fire centers the ground here. It looks like these boys have
neglected to maintain their dwelling. Another winter won't see their tipi
through it.
I spy the two youths in the shadows of the far corner. Stunted Rabbit
is sitting on his younger brother's lap and bouncing over him. I peer
more closely to see what they're doing with each other. Fleeting One's
low voice interrupts my lusty spying.
"You are welcomed to our tipi," the boy announces in an even voice, as
if not noticing his playful naked brothers. "All those who come will have
their hungers satisfied, though sadly, I warn you not to stay the night."
That warrior's words to me about a 'dark spirit let loose in the night'
returns to me. What concerns me is the boy's words about 'satisfying
hungers'. Have other men come to embrace these youths as I hope to? I
voice my concern.
"Do you often get visitors?"
"No, not often," Fleeting One answers. "You are the first outside of
our tribe who's come."
My thoughts return to that lone warrior in camp. I wonder if this man
has hungered for one of these boys? I'd seen how his lusty gaze had
fallen on me. I ask my next question.
"That old warrior who greeted me back in camp, who is he?"
"That's Lone Feather, the only remaining warrior. He takes care of the
squaws."
I nod my understanding. That man has no interest in mere boys it
seems. My eyes are drawn to the dark corner where the youths are at play.
One boy had cried out earlier. Now, all is quiet. I look into Stunted
Rabbit's wild eyes. Does he like me? I recall looking over his smooth,
nicely rounded backside. No ugly markings there like that on his arm.
I sit down on a mat at Fleeting One's bidding. The two boys separate
themselves and come to us. They huddle close to me with Stunted Rabbit
sitting over my thigh. Exciting tingles fill my loins from the boy's
curious handling. It's sticky under my front flap from my earlier
release. Does the boy expect me to take him now?
"Where have you come from?" Fleeting One asks.
"I'm from the tribe across the great river," I answer him. "Long ago,
my father had taken me for a visit with your People. That time before..."
"Many tribes think us dead," shouts Fleeting One with anger. "Soon, we
will be! Lone Feather only looks after his squaws; not us. I'm only one
boy to take care of my brothers."
"Where is your mother?"
Stunted Rabbit explains. "She was with Lone Feather. Food was brought to
us here by her since that warrior didn't want us staying with him, not even
little Corn Seed. He blamed my father for what had befallen our People."
"What did your father do?" These rash words are out of my mouth before
I could prevent them. They drop to the tipi floor like unwanted guests.
Fleeting One remains silent. His head bows low to the ground in shame.
I glance at the two younger boys to see them with dark faces. It must
have been a bad thing.
"That was long ago," Fleeting One whispers after the long pause.
"We've been punished enough! With our mother's death, we've had to forage
for food and to try to keep our tipi in order."
I follow the boy's eyes by looking around the inside of their tipi.
It's ill-kept. Many of the skins are old and shambly. Numerous holes and
tears allow the wind in. There were abandoned tipis back in camp. Why
don't they stay in one of those or take some hides back to repair this one?
"It's hard to provide for my brothers," says Fleeting One with a sigh.
"Lone Feather misses no opportunity to harass us. Corn Seed is his son,
through our mother, but he no longer comes to visit him. I think there's
something wrong in that warrior's head. Such anger in that strange man
for us! I fear that he waits for the harsh winter to drive us out."
I turn to the boy in surprise. "If that is so, why not leave before the
cold winds come? You couldn't do worse than to remain in this bad tipi."
"This has always been our home. Where can we go?"
My head fills with lightning-sped thoughts. I weigh the reactions of
my People, my father's aid or wrath, and my own abilities to provide for
these boys. I find a clear direction. My heart cries out to do this great
thing! I try making the reasoning in my head find a way to work it out.
In the long silence, I feel Fleeting One's eyes on me. He patiently
waits for me to speak. There's wisdom in that. The two younger boys smile
at me.
"I'm to be given two eagle feather's tomorrow," I begin. There are two
paths in my life to follow and I want to hear Fleeting One's reaction to
help me choose the right one.
"That is a great thing!" shouts Fleeting One. His bright eyes fade
and his head lowers to the ground again. In a whisper he admits, "I've
not even been named a brave."
I grasp the boy's shoulders. "You have no tribe here. Most of your
People are dead! Follow me back to mine."
A stirring of hope fills Fleeting One's eyes. His brothers sit closer
to him and wait. Yet again, the boy droops his head before me. It causes
a terrible aching in my heart.
"Your tribe would never accept us," Fleeting One whispers. He stares
at the ugly black markings on his brother.
"You are probably right," I answer. "Even with two feathers of the eagle
in my hair and my new warrior status would change nothing. My father is
chief but he would be forced to choose between his son's desire and the
fear of his People from the rath of Death's Hand that may follow you."
Fleeting One nods his head at my words. The look of hope in the
younger boys' eyes fade. It sends a pang of anguish through my heart.
I've spoken truly. Yet there's another path that I can follow. I voice it
strongly.
"I will remain here."
Fleeting One rushes to me with great worry on his face. He grip my arms
tightly. Corn Seed and Stunted Rabbit become frightened and stand up.
"If you stay the night, you'll die!" the boy shouts. "Lone Feather has
said this and his words have been proven true."
I shake my head at Fleeting One's warning. A great assurance fills my
being from that I cannot name. I know that no harm will befall me from a
dark spirit. Just let Lone Feather try to disturb our peace! Besides, my
heart won't allow me to leave these boys to fend for themselves.
"I will remain here with you."
Fleeting One raises his head to face my eyes. The great will of my
very being shines in them. I think that the boy takes courage from it.
"It's more than I had hoped for..."
Fleeting One rests his head on my breast when I hold him close to me.
The two youths join our embrace with bright faces. They at least aren't
troubled by adult problems and challenges. That's left to their older
brother and myself.
A great happiness fills my heart. I'll remain here to help Fleeting
One take care of his younger brothers. My heart and flesh has been given
to such wonderful boys. I'll not attend my tribe's feather ceremony
tomorrow. I've honors enough. This proud warrior is here to stay.
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