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FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-8 "My Special Friend Returns"
{Part #8 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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"My Special Friend Returns"
| Little Raven welcomes back a friend he hasn't seen |
| for over two years. Spotted Tail was twelve when he |
| and his parents had mysteriously left the tribe |
| without a word. Now that he's returned, Little Raven |
| will learn why. He hopes that their special friendship |
| has endured and that the older boy will want to be |
| loving with him in their secret place once more. |
I am awestruck. Coming into our river camp is a boy that I've not
seen for several summers. His face is different; more stretched out and
older looking. He's taller than me by half a hand and his black hair is
longer. But has he changed inside? Does he still feel for me the deep
friendship that cries out from my heart? I unglue my eyes from his
beautiful form to look at his parents for changes.
Leading the boy's family is He-who-swims-and-fishes, his warrior
father. This man displays several feathers of the eagle in his hair
which tells of his honorable coups. He was only an unfeathered brave
when he had left our tribe two summers ago.
Behind the warrior is his squaw, several horses and a small naked
boy who's new to me. Perhaps that is Spotted Tail's brother. He
appears to be eight summers old. I don't remember there being a baby
boy in the care of his mother before they had left our tribe. I wonder
if this little boy had anything to do with their sudden departure.
My eyes fall to their heavily laden horses. I see folded tipi skins and
poles which fills me with hope that they've returned to our camp to
stay. I want to have my friend back. I'll have him take me to our secret
place along the river. My body has grown much since last we've embraced.
The joyful cries of women from our tribe fills the air. As they
rush to greet the family, I slowly approach with my eyes ever upon my
lost friend. He hasn't seen me yet. The little boy clutches his
brother's leg in fear of the squaws. How I long to be held in my
friend's warmth as before!
Spotted Tail enjoyed making love to me. His was a man's aching that
I was glad to satisfy. I took his sperm against my hard loins in our
embrace or when he stuck into my butt. Those naked acts made us feel
good. Our special friendship. He was always telling me how much his
long pole pained him for release.
I hear my name called. Spotted Tail runs up to me. His face is all
bright and grinning. I remain frozen in place as everything around me
seems to be in slow motion. Strong emotions grip my heart. I hope that
this boy is seeking to renew our close friendship.
Spotted Tail comes to stand but a short stride from me. From behind,
his little brother runs up to peek at me. I don't return the youth's
curious glances since my eyes are ever on my friend.
"How have you been, Little Raven?" he hesitantly asks. His eyes
search for signs of old friendship.
I step closer to touch him - to see that he has really come back to
me. My hands reach out for his shoulders. I feel the warmth of his body.
It becomes too much for me. I smile. His face loses its plainness to
become an expression that I've often seen when he's held me. His obvious
longing fills me with deep feelings in my heart.
Unable to stand apart any longer, we embrace with such fierceness
that my breath is forced from my lungs. But it doesn't matter. Nothing
matters save that of holding my long lost friend!
Our chests press warmly together. I rest my head on his broad
shoulder and glance down at his brother. The little boy smiles back. I
gasp when feeling Spotted Tail's hand under my rear flap. His fingers
pull on my cheeks. I'm sure that he's noticing that I've grown some
there. Very bold of him to be taking back what was once his. I reach
down for his butt. Soft, yet firm in my hand. The little boy smiles at
our naughty handling.
"I see that you've both missed each other," announces the low voice of
Spotted Tail's father. (He watches the two boys slowly release from their
tight embrace to face him. On their faces is a deep expression that
touches him. More than that of friendship, the boys reveal their love.)
I greet my friend's father with respect. He replies strangely by
seeming to be unfriendly. I become afraid that we've given our secret
away! Never has anyone learned of our naked embraces or the things
Spotted Tail has done to my young body. Our greeting has bared our
happy spirits before this warrior. He acts like one who has peered
deeply and has discovered our deep friendship. Why then is he angry?
"Come my son. You'll have time later to play once our tipi has risen,"
speaks the warrior. "Your mother is tired and will gladly accept your
help to the task of it. I must go visit with the tribal chief."
(The man watches the three boys run to help his wife unload the horses.
He wonders about his son and that younger boy. Their embrace revealed
the male bonding that two adult braves sometimes have for each other.)
Later that afternoon, Spotted Tail and I finish helping his mother to
raise the tipi. Though many smaller tasks could be done, she sees our
restlessness and allows us to go play. His little brother follows along.
I race Spotted Tail to our hiding place by the river. My friend
understands my intent and plays along. The little boy can't keep up. We
pass the tall marsh weeds and come upon two tall grey rocks resting
against a huge one. Spotted Tail reaches them before me. He has some
trouble squeezing past the tall rock brothers before dropping into the
cavity between them. I quickly join him in our secret hiding place.
Our breechclouts drop to the ground and naked, we embrace like those
many times two years before. I notice the growth of his body. His butt
is fuller in my hands. Against me, I feel his coarse groin hairs.
Erections quickly form between our sweaty bodies. I'm sure that he
notices my development. No longer that little boy of ten, I have hair
on my groin and bear a longer, thicker dick.
Spotted Tail looks into my eyes for that special friendship we once
had. My fingers fondly pinch his butt in reply. He begins a ritual we
had performed many times before. I was too young to fully share in it
but now I'm older.
"You've grown some!" exclaims Spotted Tail. "Can seed flow from your
loins?"
I nod my head and smile sheepishly. My friend laughs. Both of his
hands drop to my butt and he begins a familiar motion around it. I grip
his to join in our loving. Between us, I feel his dick rubbing against
mine. It's a very pleasant feeling that will grow stronger. It thrills
me to be in the arms of my special friend once more.
Spotted Tail is smiling. I show him my great happiness from seeing
him again. My arms hold him more tightly to me. Our poles get crushed
between us. My friend slaps my butt for having interrupted our fleshy
loving. Yet I'm wanting to take our time with it. He was a long time
away from me. I want to know if anything inside him has changed.
My friend reveals his deep longing for me. It almost seems like a
pain that he's feeling. His face comes to my face. Before I know it,
the boy's lips press onto mine for a kiss! I turn my head away.
"What's wrong?" asks Spotted Tail.
I quickly shake my head. My eyes fall downwards in shame. I feel
Spotted Tail's hand bring my face up to his. His dark eyes peer deeply
into mine. I swallow nervously in my throat to delay answering him. I
don't know what to say.
My friend is strange to me. I bury my face in his neck to hide. My
eyes fill with tears. What is this scary thing that I'm feeling? His
hands resume to pull on my butt. My hands clutch his body for support.
Spotted Tail urgently rubs his swollen pole against mine. I take in
its sweet sensations. Thrills fill my dick. My stomach tightens from
the power of our sex. My mouth opens to take in breaths. I detect the
lime smell of his sweaty body. It's a sexy smell. My hands grip the
boy's butt to help him bring us to it. I've become very excited and
need to release.
Our boyish mating becomes familiar. Spotted Tail directs the pace
of it with his hands over my butt and by his quick stabs against my
dick. I gladly follow along. Our high pitched moans fill our secret
place whenever we release our held breaths over each other. My
attention is forced downwards at our rubbing poles, long with
excitement and filling with sharp thrills. I hold a big breath.
My loins tingle wonderfully and release strongly. I thrust against
Spotted Tail's body to wet on him again and again! My cries touch the
rocks. They smile back at my accomplishment.
The older boy rushes his climax. As in our previous embraces, he
pulls on my butt hard and grunts when his loins flow. I look down to
see a strong spurt of his sperm hit my belly. He thrusts again to
squirt out more. His releases are thick and white like a man's. I
notice a pool of my clear wetting on his belly.
I'm startled by giggling. I push hard on Spotted Tail to separate
our revealing embrace. He falls to the ground. I sit down at his feet.
A small boy drops into the stone cavity with us. Relief fills me. It's
only Lost Cub, my friend's little brother. The boy walks towards us with
shining eyes. His sly grin proves that he's seen much.
"You tried to run away from me!" shouts Lost Cub. "But I can track.
My brother has told me of your secret place between the rocks. And what
you do there. I want to play too!"
The small boy squats over our discarded flaps. He has a sly grin
when pointing to our revealing nakedness. I look over his nudity.
Pushed out from the youth's groin is an erection. A mere finger length
that reminds me of my dick when I was his age.
The youth begins pulling over it. Spotted Tail laughs. Memories of
two years ago fill my head from what I'm seeing. I was nearly as small
as this boy. Spotted Tail was a few summers older. He took my
nakedness with different love acts. Our hard poles were rubbed together
in an embrace, my length sucked on in his mouth or made to feel intense
in his hand. I couldn't get my erection to shoot though. For his
pleasure, he often stuck into my butt. I felt a deep sense of pride for
getting my friend to release as a man in me.
I sigh from those fond memories. It was only two years ago that I
was this young boy. A sexual being, yet immature to fully share in
Spotted Tail's mating. I smile at Lost Cub's lusty efforts.
I begin to pull over my forming erection. It quickly springs up
against my belly. The young boy grins. Spotted Tail also masturbates
with us. The small cave fills with our squishy, skin-rubbing sounds.
Lost Cub steps up to his brother. Some secret understanding passes
between them. I watch the small boy leap into Spotted Tail's arms with
his legs wrapping around the boy's waist. Spotted Tail supports the
youth with hands under his small butt. I watch their bodies rub. Lost
Cub's butt flexes in and out with a revealing motion of sex. I turn to
my friend in dismay. He avoids my eyes.
My heart feels pain. Yet I control it. I'm not going to shame
myself by shouting or running away. I suspect that much has happened
between these two boys. Spotted Tail has a man's need. I wasn't there
for him these passing two summers. He must have embraced his little
brother to satisfy his aching loins.
I watch Lost Cub pleasure himself in his brother's arms. His butt
humps in and out as I imagine his little erection stabbing against
Spotted Tail's belly. I realize with a smile that the boy is rubbing
over my clear sperm. Its slipperiness aids his quick thrusts. I wonder
if his little pole will squirt?
My head fills with questions. I couldn't ask them earlier since
Spotted Tail's mother had us working hard on her tipi. Now is the
time. With my hand on my friend's shoulder, I gain his attention and
ask, "is Lost Cub truly your brother?"
"He is my father's son," Spotted Tail replies.
I accept my friend's answer. The meaning of it begs another question.
"Where is your father's other wife?"
"She is long dead," Spotted Tail whispers. "That girl wasn't taken
by my father as his squaw. He only spermed her as expected of him
during the Mid-Summer's Full Moon Rite."
"I don't know of that ritual."
"It's practiced by the tribe of his fathers," Spotted Tail explains.
"He visited his birthplace nine summers ago to partake of their sacred
rite. It resulted in gaining him a son. The girl died shortly after
giving birth. My father thought that the boy had died with her."
I watch Lost Cub's body slow around my friend. He turns to me with a
grin. So this is Spotted Tail's little brother though birthed by a
different mother. Their blood is the same only through their father.
My most anxious question comes to mind. I ask it. "Why did you
leave me two summers ago!"
Spotted Tail glares at me. An uneasy silence fills our hiding place.
After a few breaths, my friend speaks.
"A warrior from my father's tribe came to us. He told my father that
his little son lived and that he would lead us back to his camp."
"Why didn't you even say goodbye?"
"I couldn't," answers Spotted Tail. "My father intended to steal his
son back from the dead girl's parents. He didn't want anyone to learn
of his plan. We dropped our tipi in the night to avoid any eyes on our
retreat. The warrior who was blood-bonded to my father aided us."
I nod my head in acceptance to my friend's words. Yet I'm puzzled by
another thing. "Why were you gone so long from me?"
"It's a place far away from here," explains Spotted Tail. "My father
stayed with his tribe for two years and became a warrior! He prospered.
His lost son was returned to him." My friend's story explains many
things. Another question comes to mind so I ask it. "Why have you come
back here?"
"I missed you."
Our laughs fill the small cave. I'm sure that's not the only reason
his father decided to return! Lost Cub becomes restless. Instead of
dropping him to the ground, my friend brings him into my arms. The
boy's legs wrap around my waist while his hands grip my shoulders. His
small weight is easy to carry on me.
"Like me?" asks the small boy.
I nod my head in reply. My hands reach around for the youth's wiggly
rump. So soft in my hands. Spotted Tail gives me a sly grin. I gasp
when feeling the boy's stabs against my belly. His erection easily
slides over the sperm that his brother has given me from our loving. I
feel a warmth against my back.
Spotted Tail embraces me from behind. His hands reach around and lay
over my hands holding the little boy. The youth flexes from his sexy
motion against me. My erection forms. To share in the small boy's
thrusts, I pull him down my body until our poles rub. His dark eyes
peer intently into my own. Two pairs of hands over the boy's butt
direct our loving. I'm enjoying the warmth of his body. My friend's
warmth covers my back. Caught between the two boys, I'm being loved
from both sides of my body. It's a wonderful feeling.
My body fills with deepening thrills. My pole will soon become
intense. I'll be glad to show the young boy that I can release against
him. My back feels chilled.
Spotted Tail squats behind me. I'm startled by his kisses over my
sweaty butt. His hands pull my cheeks apart. A wetness pushes inside me
there. The boy hungrily mouths between my cheeks and bites its soft skin.
The sensation is thrilling. His tongue sticks deeply through my butt. I
gasp when it wiggles up my hole. He is tasting my innermost ass!
Before I can really enjoy Spotted Tail's strange act in my butt, he
stands up to embrace me from behind. I feel his hard dick sticking
through my slippery cheeks. My eyes widen in surprise. Spotted Tail
lusts for my butthole! I'm a little afraid to be taken there since I've
not been mounted for a long time. Yet I yield to my friend's need and
spread my legs. I offer my butt to him like those two years before.
Spotted Tail slowly sticks inside of me. I'm hurt by the length and
thickness of his erection. His dick wasn't so big that last time he had
pushed into my butt! My hole may not be able to take it all in. I keep my
pained breaths hidden from him.
"Is my brother inside you?" asks Lost Cub.
I'm startled by the youth's question yet nod my head in reply. I
realize that I've stopped my thrusts. The little boy continues to rub
over the front of me. Deep stabs go into my backside. I try taking my
mind off that pain by asking the youth a question.
"Has your brother ever stuck into your butt?" I ask. The young boy
giggles in reply.
"No. He sticks into a willing young man who wears a squaw's dress.
I've witnessed their butt-mounting and have taken my turn at putting my
dick in."
I shake my head in amazement. A boy is free to experience things
without shame but for a man to allow his butt to be taken as if he were
a squaw... That's a very unusual thing. There seems to be many strange
customs practiced by that far away tribe of Spotted Tail's father.
Heated breaths blow down my neck. Spotted Tail's hands on my butt
pull me to him with each deep thrust. His balls slap against my sweaty
cheeks. My hole was hurting before but now I'm use to his size. His
moans over my shoulder makes me giggle. My butthole must feel real
good to his hard dick!
I'm amazed by our sharing of sex. My body has never been touched by
two naked boys before. The sensation is very thrilling. I would be
embarrassed if the young boy were to see my butt being taken. That man
in squaw's clothing must have no pride. He allowed both of these boys
to mount him.
Lost Cub cries out in his high-pitched voice. I feel his quick stabs
over my erection. No squirts to my belly though. My arms keep his frenzied
body onto mine so that he won't fall to the ground. He cries out again.
The dry release of a young boy. His body becomes limp in my arms.
I feel wet lips over my neck. It's Spotted Tail who kisses me. He
sucks on my soft skin and moans. His stabs are quick through my butt.
The squishy sound from being taken fills the cave. Lost Cub giggles
knowingly. When I glare down at him, the youth startles me with a kiss!
I reluctantly accept the little boy's affection.
Spotted Tail grunts lustfully. His thrusts remain deep and slow in
me. I feel a throbbing from the swollen tip of his hard dick. The boy
is filling my butthole with his thick seed. I'm thrilled to be taking
it from him.
My hands tire. I lower Lost Cub to the ground while pulling my butt
off Spotted Tail's dick. I stand sideways to the two boys and become
bold. My hand slaps my sweaty cheeks in a boast for having taken the
boy's sperm into me. The youth giggles in reply. My friend only grins. I
glance down at my erection and remember my own need.
"Lay down, Spotted Tail!" I shout. "I'm needing to get my dick
released." My friend kneels down to the stone floor and gets onto his
back. I quickly lay over his warmth. With our bodies pressing together,
I begin my urgent thrusts. My hard pole rubs over his slippery pole. I
gaze into his face with my need for love.
A tickly sensation in my butt keeps me from concentrating. I feel
Lost Cub's mouth over my cheeks. He kisses the sweaty skin and gives my
butt small bites. I gasp when his hands pull my butt apart. My hole
opens. It leaks the boy's release from it. The youth's mouth eagerly
sucks it in.
"Is my brother on top of you?" asks Spotted Tail.
"The boy is licking inside my butt!" I answer him.
Spotted Tail laughs. "After I mounted the squawman, my brother would
suck on his hole for what I squirted there. We were told that it would
help with the boy's maturity to swallow sperm. The squawman's butthole
was filled with the seed of other men who had fucked him. Lost Cub was
always eager to drink it all in."
I feel a weight over my back. The little boy pushes his erection
between my cheeks. It doesn't reach far enough to penetrate my hole
though. I arch my back. My butt opens wider to get the youth inside me.
His stabs begin. A quick in and out rubbing motion with his little dick
between my cheeks. It's a tickly sensation.
I'm caught between the two boys again. Their nakedness against me is
both thrilling and strange. I continue my thrusts over my friend's pole.
The youth's body above me isn't heavy. I can manage to finish loving my
friend while the little boy stabs through my butt.
"Is my brother's dick inside your hole?"
"Not too deep," I answer Spotted Tail. "He claims to have stuck into
the squawman after you finished mounting his butt."
"That's true. I've spermed that man's asshole in several different
mounting positions," explains Spotted Tail. "Mostly, I enjoy stabbing
into his butt when he's laying on his belly - me on top! The man has to
lay on his back with his legs spread wide to get my little brother to
penetrate his butthole. Lost Cub has a short erection."
I nod my head in agreement. As deeply as the little boy tries to
stab, his erection can't reach far into my butt. He must achieve his
intense thrill by dicking within my hole. I press my legs together.
The boy stabs through my tightening butt. I know that his pleasure is
increased by my efforts.
I concentrate on making love to the boy beneath me. He's my lost
friend who has returned to me. I need to show Spotted Tail how much that
I've missed him! The warmth of his body feels good. I rub over his dick
with my tingling length. I've come to the thrilling, quickening part!
A tightness comes to my stomach. My lungs are nearly bursting for
breath. I become very tense. Squirts flood against my friend's heated
body when I release my love to him. He squeezes my butt for my
accomplishment. It has me groaning in ecstasy. I'm joined by the little
boy's high-pitched cries. His stabs end in my butt.
The three of us rest in a pile of sweaty flesh, arms around each
other and mouths open to take in breath. I smell our spilt seed. The
sex from our bodies has been drained.
I look into Spotted Tail's face. He grins. I remember what his little
brother had given me in our embrace so I try it with him. My friend
accepts my lips on his. I feel such a happiness from it. Gone is its
strangeness. We have made love like that long ago summer as little boys.
"I have missed you," I whisper to my long lost friend. "Will you be
remaining in camp?"
Spotted Tail nods his head. "It is my father's intention that we
stay... and mine! I've missed you, Little Raven."
A great happiness surges in my heart. In the two years that have passed
we've nearly grown into men while a young boy, Lost Cub, joins us in our
secret hiding place. My heart is big enough to embrace love for him as
well.
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