-----------------------------------------------------------------------
    FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-2                    "My Brave Lover"
    {Part #2 of 9}                            Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
    -----------------------------------------------------------------------

                               "My Brave Lover"

            | Willow Strength is a handsome brave from the        |
            | Illinois Tribe. He asks a young boy to go swim with |
            | him in the Great Lake. Instead of using the beach   |
            | closest to their tribe, the brave leads Silver      |
            | Fish to a remote stretch of shore. He does this so  |
            | they can be alone when he offers the boy his love.  |

       Cold are the waters of the Great Lake that we swim in. After a while,
    its icy spirit is thwarted by our brisk activity. Willow Strength swims
    and plays boy games with me in the shallow water. On the beach lies our
    breechclouts and weapons the man as brought along. He doesn't expect
    friend or foe to disturb us. Why then has the brave brought me to this
    distant shore? Whatever the reason, my heart fills with joy that he's
    taken time from his hunting to play with me.

       After several games of tag, the brave shows me an adult game. He
    chases me through the shallows with his hands feeling over my body. My
    butt and penis are especially handled. I laugh at the brave's silly
    behavior. He gestures for me to give chase and to handle his body. I
    shake my head and swim away to end his strange game.

       I sit down over a sandbar to rest. The brave approaches me at a
    walk. His dark legs kick up waves that splash to his left and right. I
    watch with interest how his fleshy pole bounces with each stride. I
    enjoy looking over his body. The summer sun has darkened his muscular
    arms and legs. Water glistens on his chest. There's a gentle smile on
    his face. Strange urgings tug at my heart for this young brave.

       When the man nears, I notice the curling hairs above his manhood. My
    small body is hairless and smooth. When I'm old enough, I too will have
    dark mane as Willow Strength. But that is many summers from now.

       The brave splashes water in my face. Not wanting him to go
    unpunished, I fall back in the water and kick up a storm in his
    direction. My legs swish wildly back and forth. He's showered from
    sight. The battle becomes a fierce one when I'm splashed back. We laugh
    as two boys once more.

       Something warm brushes under my backside, scaring me. I stand in the
    water to find its source. A big fish? No. It was Willow Strength
    swimming below. He surfaces behind and takes me into his arms. The
    man's hands lock over my chest while his hairy groin presses against my
    backside. Seeing that he plays another adult game, I struggle to escape
    yet his embrace is a tight one. I turn my head to him in surprise.

       "Your body is warm," explains the brave. "Turn around and rest with
    me in the comfort of each other."

       There's a serious tone in the brave's voice. When I feel his arms
    giving way, I turn to face him as he's asked. His grip holds me close.
    The brave smiles while showing a strange expression on his face. It
    frightens me a little.

       "What's wrong, Willow Strength?" I ask in question to his strange
    behavior. His dark face bursts with emotions that I've not seen before.

       "Not a thing," the brave answers. "Do you fear having me hold you in
    warmth from the cold water?"

       I slowly nod my head. Yet I'm still puzzled by the brave's actions.
    We're sharing our warmth as he says but his strange face speaks loudly
    to me. He reveals the deep desire he has for something. More questions
    fill my head. I wonder what he intended by bringing me far down the
    beach for a swim.

       "Why are we here, Willow Strength?" I ask. "There's no advantage for
    our long walk when our tribe is closer to the eastern bend of the lake
    shore."

       "There is something offered us by our long journey," the brave
    answers. "We are alone here."

       A small fear takes my heart that Willow Strength has come to test
    me! Having lost my father when I was very young, this brave had taken
    me under his care to train me to become a man. Many lessons have I
    learned under his guidance. Although I'm four summers from becoming a
    brave myself, he may want to check my progress this day.

       I wonder what the brave intends for me? Perhaps I'm to swim along
    side him in the lake's deeps to test my stamina. He may ask me to
    catch fish for our lunch. With my suspicions showing plainly on my
    face, I glare at the brave to reveal his full intentions.

       "My heart is full for you," the brave whispers. "It's more than a
    friendship. Have you any special feelings for me?"

       I'm taken back by the man's words. It wasn't what I was expecting. I
    ponder over his strange question and try to think how I'll answer him.
    Our years together flash through my head. This brave has been a good
    man to teach me many useful things. I've enjoyed his companionship. Is
    he hoping to see my appreciation for his guidance? What does he want me
    to say?

       I'm startled from my thoughts when the brave lowers his eyes. My
    long pause has kept me from answering. Although I have as yet said
    nothing, my silence has hurt him. I quickly find words to answer him.

       "I'm grateful for your many stories and lessons," I begin. The
    brave's dark eyes plead for something more so I add, "with your help,
    I'll become a brave one day. You've been like a father to me."

       The brave's eyes reveal his growing disappointment. "How can I
    answer so that you'll be happy?" I beg him.

       There's reluctance in the man's words. "Will you take hold of my
    butt as I feel yours?" he whispers to the boy.

       My eyes widen from the brave's strange request. Yet I nod my head
    and reach low in the water to hold the man's slippery buttocks. He
    reaches for my two cheeks and warmly cups them in his big hands. For an
    awkward moment we hold each other in the cold water. The man's eyes
    peer deeply into my own.

       The brave's hands begin a pulling motion over my rear end. A slow,
    timed beat with our bodies pressing together. I feel his manly rising
    against me. A startling thought comes to me; this man has a desire to
    take a boy!

       "Are you wanting to do something with me?" I timidly ask. By not
    mentioning the act itself, I wait for him to answer.

       "To do what?" he answers guardedly.

       "To... force me to your pleasure." Willow Strength lowers his eyes
    and breaks our tight embrace. He turns from me and strides towards the
    beach as if shamed. I'm quick to follow him. I think that my words were
    too strong.

       Upon reaching the shore, Willow Strength sits away from me with the
    waves breaking over his arching back. He hunches himself over and
    covers his head with enclosing arms. Guilt fills me when I see the man
    crouched in extreme shame.

       How can I undo the harm to my friend? I sit down before the brave
    and touch his shoulder to comfort him. Several sobs escape his mouth.
    My eyes widen. Never have I seen the brave crying! I take hold of his
    other shoulder and shake him.

       "What's wrong?" I shout. I'm trying to understand how the man is
    feeling and why he drops tears.

       The waves crash around us. I face the blue open sky and find the
    sun. My prayer is a plea to the Great Father Spirit for Willow Strength
    to not be sad. Something bumps against my leg in the water. It's a canoe
    paddle that someone has lost.  I take hold of it and start drawing a
    circle around Willow Strength in the sand. My brisk activity draws the
    brave's attention.

       The man wipes tears from his eyes while showing me a strange face.
    I'm disturbed by his weak behavior. I don't recognize the proud brave
    that I've known all these years.

       I drop the paddle and crouch before Willow Strength. I'm hoping that
    he's come out of his great sadness.

       "I love you little one," the brave whispers. "My heart wants to become
    one with your heart. I'm a man who aches for a boy. I'm torn between my
    desire for you and what harm may come because I act in haste."

       "Why do you hesitate to take me?" I ask. Willow Strength is a strong
    man who could easily overcome me to his will. We're also far from camp.

       "Are you allowing me to take your body and make love?"

       I shrug my shoulders. Inside me, I'm worried by the man's strong
    words. If I were a girl, I'd know what he intends to do. But I'm a boy.
    Our flesh isn't aligned to perform that mating act.

       An alarming thought strikes me. I've heard how boys have been
    captured to be raped by raiding enemy warriors. Could Willow Strength
    intend to perform that brutal act on my body?

       "I want you badly, Silver Fish," the brave explains. "I hold myself
    back so that you won't be hurt. It was my aching loins that forced me
    to bring you here alone. I turn from that plan and ask that you forget
    my lustful intentions for this day."

       Deep pangs fill my heart when the brave lowers his head again in
    shame. I can't understand the agony he's feeling but I would be willing
    to comfort him in any way. His heart has been proven to be a good one.

       "Take me, Willow Strength," I whisper. "I'll keep silent about your
    spoken love for me and what may come to pass."

       The brave raises his head at my words. I move closer to hold him.
    The man accepts my small body onto his when I sit in his lap. My legs
    wrap around his butt in the crashing waves. Our chests come together.
    His arms reach around my back. He lays his head on my shoulder and
    smiles. I feel the man's kisses to my neck. I'm glad that my body
    comforts him.

       The brave's fleshy pole rises against me. Along with his manly
    excitement will come his need to use it. How does he intend to make love
    to me? It worries me. I don't want him to stick into my small butthole!
    With his kisses becoming deep on my neck, I whisper my fears to him.

       "How will you take me?" I ask. The brave lifts his head from my
    shoulder and peers at me. Though it's hard to keep my eyes on his, I
    voice my greatest concern. "Will you be thrusting into my butt as those
    Seneca warriors had done to those boys they raped from our tribe? I
    don't want to be hurt as they were, Willow Strength!"

       "I would never harm you, Silver Fish," the brave answers in a strong
    voice. "My desires could force me to hurt you in other ways. I'm glad
    that you'll allow my use of your body. Be assured that my acts will be
    gentle and loving."

       "How will you make love to me?"

       "I want to kiss your body and to hold you," the brave answers. "You
    can touch me wherever you want. Let us take pleasure from exploring each
    other. I would like to begin our loving by kissing your nice rear end."

       I giggle at the brave's strange request. His arms release me so
    that I can stand up. I turn around to offer the man my backside. Wet
    kisses cover both of my cheeks with his tongue tickling into my crack.
    His hands ask me to bend over. I feel the man's tongue over my hole.
    The strange sensation gives me an erection.

       "Turn around," the brave asks.

       My feet spin in the warm sand until I face him. He eyes my long
    pole. Before I can wonder at what next the man will perform, I feel his
    mouth swallowing my dick. His strong hands take hold of my butt. I gasp
    in surprise from the tickly sensation. A slippery warmth surrounds and
    sucks on my long penis. Thrills build up in me there. The brave's nose
    hits into my groin from his bobbing motion. I close my eyes and hold a
    sweet breath in me...

       I find myself crying out. My pole squirts intensely into the brave's
    mouth. The sharp sensations last briefly. I have to gasp for breath.

       When I recover, I open my eyes to stare at a smiling Willow Strength.
    Pride shows in his eyes. I glance down at my dripping pole. A realization
    sweeps through me. The brave wanted to drink of my loin's flow.

       "You're very sweet," the brave remarks. "Taking your seed into me
    has begun to bond us as lovers. I'm glad that you're not a little boy."

       My face burns from the man's strong words. I sense the bonding that
    he speaks of. It's a strong one that these many years together has been
    building up to. I notice the man's stiff dick. He has yet to release
    his seed.

       "What can I do for you?" I ask the brave. He nods his head at my words.

       "Lay yourself over the sand for me, Silver Fish. I'm really needing
    to make love to you."

       I kneel down and spread my back over the warm sand. I'm relieved that
    my butt is kept from the man's use. He eagerly lays over the front of me.
    Our bodies press together nicely. His weight pushes me down into the
    sand. His arms wrap around my slim shoulders. Soft kisses find my neck.

       As I clutch the brave's sweaty body, I stare into Father Sun who
    watches us from above. He pains my eyes. Even when I turn from Him, His
    bright face stays in my eyes as if mocking me. Willow Strength brings
    me back to him with urgent words.

       "Wrap your legs around my butt and hold on. I'll make love to you by
    moving over your body with my need."

       I grip the man's flexing cheeks with my legs as he asks. He urgently
    rubs his swollen pole over mine. My groin feels his coarse manly hairs
    against me. Strange feelings swirl in my stomach, causing me to lose my
    breath. With Father Sun looking down on our act in heated anger, I bury
    my face in the brave's long hair. It feels strange for allowing this
    naked man to be making love to me.

       Willow Strength becomes wild. With the man's sucking bites paining
    my neck, his frantic body thrusts over my smaller body trapped below. I
    hear him making crying sounds between breaths as if in pain. Why does
    he move so roughly above me?

       I begin to feel some measure of his loving in my erection though. The
    feelings build up like when the brave was sucking on my long pole. The
    man thrusts more quickly. I take part of his adult rite and come to
    understand his manly need of me.

       The pain of his bites leave my neck. Willow Strength lifts his head
    from my shoulder to moan. I join him with my high-pitched voice,
    mimicking his love calls. My pole is feeling very intense!

       Something warm pools on my stomach. I hear Willow Strength's low groan
    of pleasure and my eyes widen from his accomplishment. The man is spilling
    his seed on me! His limbs surge around my small body. I rush my arms
    around his sweaty back to hold on.

       The brave slows his thrusts. He takes in deep breaths to recover
    from mating with me. My own dick is close to release. I don't want him
    to stop!

       "Keep loving me," I shout! "My penis is bringing me much pleasure
    from your loving."

       "Do you feel strongly in your loins?" the man asks in surprise.

       "Yes! It feels like I'm going to explode..."

       The brave continues his rubbing motion over my body. His butt flexes
    under my legs while he grinds his swollen dick over my pole with shallow
    thrusts. I look into his curious eyes. My body strains to add my love to
    our bellies. I seem close to it but can't get myself to wet.

       In desperation, I lift my butt from the sand to thrust against the
    man's hard body. A frantic beat to get the feelings in my erection to
    become intense. I hold breaths. The man's hands cradle my wild butt. He
    lowers his face to mine. Our lips touch in a kiss. My loins explode.

       I cry out my love for the brave. Proof of it squirts from my dick to
    the man's body. Our seed joins. Pleasure explodes in my head. I struggle
    to take breaths of air.

       My body is exhausted. I sink back into the warm sand. The man's body
    lays heavily over mine as we rest. A peacefulness fills my being. I feel
    pride from having performed this manly act with my brave.

       I listen to the waves breaking over our feet. Their rhythm tries
    putting me to sleep. My thoughts turn to Father Sun above us and His
    shining, smiling face. I open my being to Him and feel His Spirit
    entering my heart.

       "The brave wasn't acting improperly," Father Sun wordlessly explains.
    "He has gifted you with a sacred rite of a man's love for a boy." I nod
    my head at His teachings. My arms wrap around Willow Strength. I feel
    our hearts becoming one.

       The brave rolls us over the sand. Coming to lie below me, the man
    slaps my butt fondly as he laughs. I peer down into his face. There's
    such an expression of relief and wonder on his dark face. His eyes look
    beyond me as I realize that he also looks to Father Sun for a blessing.

       Willow Strength's strong hands lift me up into his forming lap. I
    grip around his body with my legs and hold onto his broad shoulders for
    support. The brave reaches for my shoulders while bringing his face to
    my face for a kiss! I turn my head to avoid it. Such an adult thing to
    be trying with me!

       The brave frowns. I feel pain in my heart. The All-Seeing Father
    points out my wrong done to the man with His heated hand. My eyes peer
    into His brilliance for forgiveness.

       "So... you're still a little boy in some ways," Willow Strength
    announces. "I have acted hastily to reveal my love for you this day. Yet
    I'm glad that you've accepted me. You performed very well in my arms."

       My face burns from the man's words. My down casting eyes come to rest
    on our wet bodies. The brave follows my curious gaze and reaches between
    us to gather up his sperm joined with mine. It sticks to his fingers
    like fish oozings.

       "We have mated," announces Willow Strength. "I want to further bond
    you to me. As blood brothers share a special kinship between two men, I
    desire to take you as my lover. You're still only a boy. Yet I see in
    your heart that you could come to love me. I love you, Silver Fish.
    Will you allow this?"

       I slowly nod my head up and down. Willow Strength raises his hands up
    to the All-Seeing Father for His blessing. I feel His heated hand over
    my bare skin.

       After Willow Strength finishes with his silent prayer unto Him, his
    hands lower to my face. He wipes the pool of sperm from his hand across
    both my cheeks. I wear it like proud face paint. More seed is gathered
    from our bellies. He wipes it over his face. I marvel at his sacred rite.

       The brave's eyes find mine. There's such a longing in him for me. I
    feel proud to have fulfilled the man's need. I will be his boy. My body
    has learned of the sweet-pained hunger that we've satisfied. I feel my
    loss of innocence.

       There's an expectation in Willow Strength's eyes. He lowers his face
    to mine. Our lips slowly come together, and this time, I kiss him back.

    -----------------------------------------------------------------------
       {end of file: FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-2    The stories continues: -3}