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WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-8 "Willow Bird Finds His Love"
(Part #8 of 8) Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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The man scoots himself over my legs. His erection points through the
crack of my butt. I thrash out wildly. I'll not make it easy for him to
slip into my hole as before! A stab of pain. The man's dick tries
pushing through my asshole but I resist our connection. I try to move
under his weight. Yet his arms keep me pinned to the ground.
I cry out in agony. His thrusts into me is like a sharp flint knife
through my innards. Multiple stabs of his power. My blood flows again.
It aids our forced male connection. I'm having to endure a second rape.
"Oh yes... sweet one. You have a very tight ass for me to fuck through!
Grandfather Moon smiles down on us. I see your pretty face. Is that a
smile for me?"
I begin losing myself again. I have such anger for this man; for
myself! The pain is great. His mouth comes to my neck and sucks me
deeply. Small bites of lust. I shake my head to be rid of him. Yet his
teeth stay on me. All the sensations of my body begin to fade. I hide
inside myself.
The pain lessens. His thrusts slide more easily through my butthole.
Quicker stabs. The man breathes deeply over my neck. I prepare to
receive his release. At its ending, will I be feeling a blade across my
throat? He didn't kill me before. He claims that it's not my life that
he seeks. I almost wish that he had.
A low groan. My butt feels his dick stiffen and move deeply through
my aching hole. Slower stabs. His arms tighten around my shoulders and
chest. I'm turned onto my side. The cold air assaults the front of me.
Sweat covers my body mingled with the ashy sweat from his efforts at
raping me again. I gasp when a hand reaches around my dick.
Everything seems to be in slow motion. I'm not in control of my body.
It's like I'm floating somewhere above to watch the man holding his boy
captive. The Trickster pulls over the stick that he's found. I've become
excited from his forced love making. His dick continues its slow deep
thrusts in my ass. Both sensations feel good. I surrender myself to the
pleasure that he's bringing me.
The man's slow steady movement through my hole gives my dick a sharp
feeling. His hand around it further pleasures me. I imagine that it's
Big Horn who fucks me. Kisses over my neck. The brave's warmth is behind
me, cradling my body in his. My breath holds. I flex my butt to stab
through his clenched fingers. My belly feels the warm rain from my loins.
I try to stifle my sharp cry of pleasure. The man in my butt stabs
violently. It gives me some pain. He groans when releasing his seed. I
feel his heartbeat from the throbbing of his swollen cock in me.
"Ah... very good, my sweet one! I've enjoyed sperming you this time.
Your dick has released to your belly. Didn't that feel good? By remaining
awake, it has made for powerful love making!
I try keeping my ears from hearing the man's mocking words. With my
lust spilt from me, I feel sickened and degraded by our act. When will
my torture end?
(The Trickster pulls from Willow Bird's asshole. Satisfied with his
conquest, he now desires for what lies on the boy's other side. He
carefully moves the youth onto his back. He greedily sucks over the warm
belly, wet with boy. The smell of cum excites him. The man gains a final
taste by sucking on the boy's shrinking pole.)
"Yours is sweet, boy! Drinking your seed has made me stronger. It
binds us closer together. Power builds in me for my true task this night.
You are an additional prize. My new lover forever!
My dream returns to me. I cling to it like a warm night skin. All
that was shown through its visions have come to past: sleeping out under
the stars, Big Horn's arrow and his tears, the shadow man! Only one last
thing has yet to happen. It offers me strength.
I surface for breath from my long dark dive in a murky river. I'm no
longer hiding inside my head. I hear the crickets of the forest and
Pai-alucia's nervous stomping. I open my eyes to see what's happening
around me.
The Trickster is crouched over me with his mouth on my dick. Where
are his restraining arms? Mine are still tied behind me but I'm not
being held down to the ground. I break away from that which has been
holding me captive: my weakness and fear of death! I roll away from the
man. My voice shatters the stillness of the night. "Big Horn, come to me!"
There are footsteps in the distance. An answer to my plea! I get to
my feet and run towards my brave. My hands struggle against their bonds.
"I'm here, Big Horn!" I shout.
A dark shadow reaches for me. I'm thrown off balance and I land hard
over the ground. My breath is knocked out of me. Above me, I hear the
Trickster's angry hiss. In his hand is my Wah-ha knife. I see
Grandfather Moon reflecting from the sharp blade. He intends to kill
me after all!
"You won't be able to save your lover!" shouts the Trickster.
The bright blade turns away from me. In the Trickster's hand, it arcs
downwards in Big Horn's direction. It's my brave's life that's in
jeopardy! I strike out with my feet at the man's legs, unbalancing him.
Big Horn arrives.
The Trickster curses. He's kept down to the ground with Big Horn's
foot planted over his dark back. In the brave's hand is the spear I had
used for hunting.
"If you move, 'Trickster,' you will feel the point of my spear!"
warns Big Horn. "I stay my hand only because I wish to question you.
Your lack of good answers will determine the extent of pleasure I'll
take from torturing you!"
"You cannot kill me," the Trickster replies. "Only the flesh of the
man-shape that I'm wearing would die. My released spirit would reek
vengeance upon you if you strike so be warned!"
My eyes widen from the Trickster's words. No fear of death. Could it
be true? Silence. Big Horn raises his spear. We both realize that this
crazy man won't answer. My brave looks to me for approval for what he
intends to do. It's with deep hatred that I nod for him to strike!
A sickening thud announces the cruel bite of Big Horn's spear point.
It stabs into the man's blackened buttocks instead of his back as I'd
expected. The Trickster screams in terrible pain.
"Feel the pain your shaft of flesh has caused my lover!" Big Horn
shouts. "I trade it for a spear of wood in your butt. You are only a
vile man, oh 'Trickster.' Your spirit shall never enter the sky nor will
you haunt me on the earth."
My hands untie their restraining bonds. I stand beside Big Horn while
rubbing over my chafed wrists. My left hand feels strangely cold; it
centers on my pointing finger. A ray of Grandfather Moon shines upon us.
Big Horn's face is lit up in the pale light. There's a terrible
expression on his face. Those same emotions are reflected on my face as
well. I look down on our enemy with glea. We watch his death.
The brave keeps a strong grip of his spear. We watch the man's dark
blood spill over the ground in the moonlight. I place my hands along side
of Big Horn's to hold the spear of sweet revenge. Feeling the man's
death froes comes as a deep satisfaction to the harm he has done me.
My feet splash with the man's warm blood. After a short while, his
limbs cease their wild thrashings. Big Horn releases his grip on the
spear. It is my hands alone that pulls it from the Trickster. I spit on
his body. I'm relieved that our enemy is dead.
Big Horn prepares a fire. Since the Trickster is no longer a threat,
we can enjoy a campfire tonight. He tosses some branches together and
sprinkles them with dry tinder. From his sacred bundle he produces a
piece of flint. His quick hands striking it against some other stone
produces little lightning bolts. I'm startled by the low gasp coming
from the Trickster's mouth. Is he truly dead? My vision seems fulfilled.
I turn to Big Horn and embrace him. He laughs at my interruption of
his fire making. I need his warmth around me now. My eyes are wet with
tears. I manage to keep my sobs within me. My heart goes out to this
brave man for all that he's done. I have found true love with him. My
decision is to remain with him as my one lover.
A building warmth comes from the campfire. Its light reaches out to
us. I see Pai-alucia's big eyes. The body of the Trickster lies near.
Big Horn gently pulls from my arms to place more wood on it. The fire
spirit grows.
Big Horn walks over to the Trickster. In seeing that he intends to
drag him into the deeper woods, I ask, "please let him lie there a
while. I want to be able to see his body and know that he won't be
chasing me again!"
"His hunting days are over," Big Horn replies.
I walk over to the brave. We stare at the dead man. Pools of his
blood are everywhere. Big Horn kneels down to examine his body. He rubs
off some of the black ash. Below is the normal skin color. I point to
the Trickster's red striped butt. Big Horn's fingers discover that it's
red paint.
A smile lights up Big Horn's face. He mounts the Trickster's
shoulders and looks to me for something. My eyes fall to the brave's
opening hand... His intent to scalp him! I quickly search the ground for
my knife.
It lies a few strides away. I quickly fetch it and hand my blade to
the eager brave. He pulls the Trickster's long hair back and cuts a
circle into the scalp. A tearing sound announces Big Horn's prize. He
shouts, "sa-sa-kuon!" The shout of joy in the taking of an enemy's scalp.
I'm filled with pride for Big Horn. He'll now be regarded as a warrior!
I've witnessed him killing our terrible enemy. The Trickster's scalp is
further proof that can be shown to the other warriors back in camp.
I gather the brave's sleeping skin and place it near the fire. We sit
on it together. There are many burning questions that I need to ask. I
speak my main one. "Why did you leave me unguarded tonight?"
Big Horn nods his head in shame. "I was awakened by the smell of
smoke," he begins in explanation. "There was the glow of a fire in the
distance. I thought it could have been the camp of a fellow tribesman. I
wasn't expecting so simple a trick.
"It was further away than I realized. My curiosity had taken me the
full distance. When I reached it and saw that the fire was unattended
and no signs of a camp, only then did I realize its purpose: to draw me
away from you!
"I ran back in the hope that I wouldn't be too late. It was dark and
the fire had ruined my eyes. My body had to struggle with every tree and
bush that reached out to hold me back. I feared that I had lost myself
in the forest. When I heard your calls for help, I saw the both of you
in the moonlight. My spear was close at hand. I couldn't strike until I
learned which dark form was his."
"I'm glad that you have killed him!" I tell my brave. My eyes search
for the Trickster's body. It lies on the ground at the edge of the
firelight.
Big Horn gives me a sly grin. His hands produce the feather of an
eagle. In his palm is some red paint that he'd taken from the
Trickster's striped butt. He dabs a spot of red onto the feather. It's
with great pride showing on his face that he inserts the eagle's feather
into his black hair. Now all who look upon him will know that he's
killed our enemy!
The warrior's eyes narrow to watch my reaction. He's worried that I'm
still angry with him. To put my lover at ease, I reach an arm out to grip
his shoulder. I nod my head to show him my forgiveness and understanding.
"I love you, Willow Bird."
I peer deeply into the warrior's eyes to read him. My heart already
knew the truth of it. He loves me deeply and I've grown to realize that
I love him beyond that of a second father. Now, I see the man's need to
make love to me.
A shadow blots out the light from Grandfather Moon. In the firelight,
I watch Big Horn's lusty reach for my body. It fills me with terror! A
dark hand seems to be squeezing my heart. I shiver as if chilled from
the icy winds of winter. I try pushing the evil presence away.
"What's wrong?" Big Horn asks. He grips the boy's shoulder.
I gasp as if out of breath. My arms clutch my sides as great fear
takes me. Fear of something dark; a terrible power over me! A formless
black shape with angry red eyes...
The warrior draws me into the protection of his lap. His strong arms
reach around me while he shoos me with a gentle voice. I begin to feel
safe again. After a long moment I'm able to find my voice.
"Darkness, Big Horn! Something evil has taken a hold of my heart.
Please, just hold me and don't ever let go!"
(Big Horn holds the trembling boy closer to him. A dark suspicion comes
to him to explain Willow Bird's strange behavior. The Trickster may have
spoken truly after all.)
"I'm with you in this darkness," Big Horn whispers. "Be brave. Fight
this dark spirit least it swallow you up!"
I nod my head at the man's encouragement. His words lend me strength
for what's taken hold of me; that place I had thought my own. I breathe
in deeply and feel my fear ebbing. Big Horn's warmth comforts me for a
long while.
(The two Indians peer deeply into the dancing flames. Its light fills
them with strength, reaching deeply into Willow Bird to heal his
spirit-hurt. The warmth, loud pop and sighing wood binds the two lovers
closer together. Fire spirit is showing his smiling face to them.)
Bright daylight in my eyes awakens me. I find Big Horn sleeping in my
arms. His breath is warm on my neck. I look around at the green forest.
The air is fragrant. It makes me glad to be alive. I'm amazed to see
that Father Sun has nearly climbed to the top of His sky. The brave and
I have slept well into the morning. No dreams for me to remember!
Big Horn's eagle feather catches my eye. He's no longer a brave but
a proud warrior! I'm reminded of last night's events. He slayed that
vile Trickster. His body lays in the dust.
I sit up to look for the body. It's missing! Only a pool of dried
blood marks his death spot. Big Horn awakens.
"Where's the Trickster's body?" I ask with fear creeping into my
voice.
"Have no worry," assures Big Horn. "I dragged him into the woods
when you slept. He'll be feeding the animals and the hungry earth.
I've also skinned our two deer. My meat pouches are full. We can head
back to our tribe later this afternoon."
"Make love to me now," I whisper to the man in my arms. His love
for me shines brightly in his dark eyes. I too have love eyes and
bring my face close to his. We kiss. Passionately! His hands bring me
on top of him.
Our bodies begin making love although we're still clothed. I reach
between us and pull away our deerskin flaps from our thong belts. Freed
now, our swollen poles touch and gently rub. Big Horn reaches for my
butt. His hands pull over me there, guiding our loving. Pleasant tingles
run up my spine.
The man's kisses are sweet. My body is enflamed by each one. I suck on
his tongue in my mouth as if it were his long penis. My body thrusts over
his. I feel the intense release of my loving seed. Unexpectedly quick.
I try catching my breath. Big Horn continues to struggle below me.
His face is very intense. I worries me. The man's hands are savage over
my ass. My hole hurts only a little from last night. A thought strikes
me on how to coax the warrior's sperm. I ask him.
"Do you really like my butt?" I ask.
"Yes. Very much," the warrior replies. "I'm usually the one to have
my butthole taken yet I've found much pleasure in filling yours with my
hard penis."
Big Horn's words makes my face burn. I do like having my butt taken!
I get up from our wet bodies and crouch over his groin. My knees press
against the sleeping skin. I rise slightly over his erection. Its curved
length is taken in hand and pointed through my butt cheeks. The man's
oozing tip makes it easy to slip in my hole. I drop my butt onto his
body. A deep penetration! Some pain. I'm reminded again of last night.
"Are you still pained from the Trickster?" Big Horn asks.
I slowly nod my head. "That vile man seeded me twice! It still fills
my insides."
"That Trickster was only a crazy boy. He couldn't have been named a
brave since he was without any honor. I'm a warrior. After my release,
my seed will have a battle with his inside your butt. My warriors will
be victorious!"
I laugh at Big Horn's words. He's a good man to cheer me up by telling
me such a silly thing. Strong hands around my butt guide my rocking
motion over his groin. I feel the man's long curved dick sliding through
my asshole. What a sensation! A sharp thrill is felt deep in my butt and
it races through my dick. I feel that I could release from it again.
Big Horn's eyes shine. I feel the lusty power of his swollen maleness
inside my butt. Already, the warrior battles with the Trickster's evil
seed in me. I quickly hump over the man's hairy groin. He stabs into my
hole. Deep penetrations! I hold a breath and feel squirts of cum
shooting from my dick to his belly. It happened without warning or the
need of my hand!
"My power is building!" shouts Big Horn. "Accept the flow of my love
for you, Willow Bird. I already see the wet result of yours on my belly.
Eiii... I'm seeding you!"
My butthole feels the small pain from the man's stiffening penis. His
thrusts are quick. The tip of his dick swells in me. It throbs as he
cums. I imagine the heavy squirts that my warrior lover is filling my
butt with. Deep pleasure for him. A gift of love and protection for me.
I accept the flow of his loins to me. Forever!
Our bodies slow their frantic need for bonding. We have become a
single being. My love is for this handsome warrior. He deeply loves me.
Ours is a mature love of flesh and of self. I feel very lucky to have
been accepted by this man.
"I love you, Big Horn."
"My heart if full of love for you," the warrior answers. "Are you
ready to accept my pa-he-wat-che now?"
I stare down at the man's body in silence. My love wets him there
yet I have need to be free to love my boy as well. It pains me to deny
Big Horn's wish.
"Has Song Bird stuck into your butthole?" asks Big Horn.
A small fear pierces my heart from the man's question. I answer him,
"yes. On that day I gifted the boy my silver ring, my butt was given to
him. He was the first. I love him."
"It's as I've thought," comments Big Horn with an even voice. "The
boy's father, our chief has learned of your love and has asked me to
speak with you. It's the reason for our hunting trip. I have a hard
thing to tell you."
My eyes find Big Horn's to read him. The shaman must have spoken
with the chief about my dreams! My love for the boy was revealed in
them. I fear what Big Horn is going to tell me!
"Our chief warns you to keep your hands off his son."
Big Horn's words are like a death blow to my heart. "Song Bird is old
enough to know love!" I shout. "He's accepted my silver ring that binds
us. That's why I've denied entering into your pa-he-wat-che!
"Your act has threatened us, Willow Bird." Big Horn pauses to form
careful words to explain it.
"Remember that you're bound by your oath of the Mahyee-na. It's made
to protect us. You should be more careful! Our chief is powerful and if
he asks you to keep away from his son than that's what you must do."
"How can my love hurt him?!"
"I know that your love acts can't hurt the boy," Big Horn says. "Our
chief fears the path it creates for his only son. When Song Bird grows
into a man, his loins may no longer lust for those of his sex. Our chief
wants Song Bird to be given that chance without influence from you."
The truth of Big Horn's words burn me. I begin to sob. My head
lowers as tears drop to the warrior's chest. He pulls me from his loins
to embrace me. I'm feeling lost.
"You'll be named a brave soon," says Big Horn. "A man learns to
control his emotions."
I wipe an arm across my eyes to end my weakness. When I peer into
the warrior's eyes, I see them filled with tears! His love for me is
strong. My vision blurs from more of my tears.
"It's all right," Big Horn whispers. He shares something with the boy
to comfort him. "When news came of Coyote Thief's death, I went to my
tipi and cried. It's only shameful to show weakness before others. But
when alone, or with a lover, it is permitted."
My body quakes from my loud sobs. All of my pain and fears from these
passing days are coming out of me. I have lost the young boy. No longer
may I have love for Song Bird... No! I will always have love for my dear
friend. I'm prevented from expressing it though. A deep pain wracks my
flesh, aches my heart and shakes my fragile spirit. Only Big Horn's
strong arms keep me from losing myself.
I'm pulled up from the ground and led into a stream by the warrior.
My tears still flow and my head is heavy with woe. I'm returned to my
senses by the cold water around my body. Big Horn wipes my feet clean
of the Trickster's dried blood.
My hands reach out to clean Big Horn's body. Blood has splattered
up to his ankles. My pained butthole reminds me of that vile man's
forced love. No longer will he be trying to put sperm in me. Nor shall
my butt receive the love from my young friend. Only Big Horn remains to
join his flesh to mine. The only one with whom I can freely make love.
When tears form in my eyes again, I splash them away with cold water
from the stream. Big Horn kneels before me. His warm arms wrap around
and hold me close. I keep my eyes lowered from his in shame.
"You must forget about the Trickster," asks Big Horn. "He is dead.
His hold over you was from fear and only sexual, though a strong
bonding force. There's no shame in allowing your body to be pleasured.
A man's loins are often paining him to be relieved. I allow my butt to
satisfy any needing male. That is not love.
"What you feel for Song Bird is the closeness of a boyhood friend.
In my youth, I also embraced my friends with naked games. It made our
dicks feel good. My heart was taken by a boy of thirteen when I was
only ten. A love of youth. Today, that boy is a proud warrior with a
squaw in his tipi. No love between us now that we're men. It's the
nature of boys to be curious and to explore things."
I face the warrior and explain, "I truly love Song Bird!"
"I'm not saying otherwise," answers Big Horn. "You're of age to make
good judgements as a young man. Song Bird is only a boy of twelve. He's
easily influenced by his close friendship with you and the intense
thrills given him from his dick. Coyote Thief told me that the boys of
his tribe eagerly performed the acts of Mahyee-na but when becoming men
they lusted only for the squaws. I have seen this happen with that
thirteen-year-old."
"You have grown into a man yet you still lust for boys!"
The warrior nods his head. "That's true. You've also shown yourself
to be Mahyee-na. But is Song Bird? He's still a young boy without a
release from his loins or one that's clear. Not truly a man's seed. When
he matures in three summers to be named a brave we'll find out if he'll
join our society. He may not. His father, our wise chief asks that the
youth be given no influences from us. The chief hopes that his only son
will pass on his blood to sons of his own."
My eyes widen with understanding. Again, my monedo has shown me a
path that I've overlooked. It's a sad realization though. One that I
hope will prove untrue when Song Bird is old enough to be tested as
Mahyee-na. I want that boy to become a part of our society as I have.
We stand in the cold stream in silence. I look into the warrior's
eyes, bright and filled with beautiful love for me. It makes me smile.
This man has done much to guide me down the path of my emerging manhood.
Also my sexuality. He didn't make me desire those of my sex. Those
feelings were in me as a boy. What Big Horn has done is to show me a
true path of happiness. My spirit is freed of social bonds and my heart
loves... him.
I open my arms to Big Horn. We embrace as one being; lovers. It's a
very fulfilling sensation. I'm no longer alone. This man is also
completed by me. Our love gets ever stronger.
"For many moons I have waited to embrace you as my lover," whispers
Big Horn. "Your companionship makes me stronger. I always wanted to be
with you and to share in all of your accomplishments. My strength adds
to yours. I love you!"
"I love you too," I answer the dear man in my arms. "I'll join your
pa-he-wat-che if you need that to prove it."
Big Horn gently rubs his groin over Willow Bird's in their close
embrace and speaks. "Our intertwining groin hairs perform that rite.
Hear my bonding words: I love thee as my mate for always, Willow Bird.
Thou art dearer to me than my own life! You complete me and I complete
you as one spirit, though our flesh isn't aligned. It doesn't prevent
our joining, only keeps us from making little ones from our love..."
It saddens me to realize that Big Horn refers to children. That's a
sacred human act that we of the Mahyee-na cannot share in. The blood of
my father won't go beyond me through Big Horn. Not unless I mount a
squaw for the purpose of making sons. It shows wisdom that our male
society allows for this.
I see that Big Horn is waiting to hear my vow. I give it to him: "I
love thee as my mate, Big Horn. Only with thou shalt my loins flow. Yet
I ask that I'll be allowed to keep my love for Song Bird in my heart.
And when he's named a brave, and proven to be Mahyee-na, that I may
also make love with him."
"It's a difficult thing that you ask," Big Horn answers. "The
pa-he-wat-che is a sacred male bonding for two. Yet I must confess my
jealousy for that boy of yours! I don't want him coming between us. You
and I are now bonded lovers. Song Bird, as a boy, is kept from you by
strong commandment from his father, our chief. We must keep it so."
"And when Song Bird is named a brave... and found to be Mahyee-na?"
I ask.
"Should that come about," explains Big Horn, "I will permit the two
of you to join your dicks in the pa-he-wat-che rite. That day is far
away. And it may not ever come to pass. You may discover that you've
changed in your expectations. I hope that it will be so!"
I hear the man's hope to keep me as his 'only' lover. When I review
these past days, I recall the great difficulty that I've put the three
of us through for allowing myself to be in the middle of love from two
males.
I gasp when Big Horn pinches my butt. My arms release him so that I may
rub away the small pain. My asshole still aches me. It's bewildering to
know that inside me is the mingling of sperm from two men. Three times
my butt has been fucked since yesterday! A sudden need overwhelms me. I
squat in the stream and empty myself. My butt gives up what it has won.
After cleaning myself, I stand up with my back to the warrior. His
arms come around my belly in a tight hug. I reach back for his butt. He
still wears the small flap that covers it. My hands begin a suggestive
pull over his soft ass cheeks. His penis is small against my butt. If I
can coax its growth so too will the man's lust grow to take my offering.
"You are a wild boy!" exclaims Big Horn. "I know of a few men who are
going to enjoy satisfying their lust in your butt."
The man's words make my face burn. "Who have you taken into your butt?"
I curiously ask.
"Two men from our tribe have found need to seed me," admits Big Horn.
"I've given you the name of one brave. Before the moon wanes, I'm sure
that one or both will be sticking into your asshole! Your body is
youthful and a new conquest for them to take."
I feel my warrior growing strong against my ass. His hairy groin begins
a suggestive motion. I move my legs apart. The man's forming erection
slips between my butt cheeks. I accept the easy joining of our flesh.
"I should take you to the Moss-bowl Tribe at foot of the white capped
mountains," says Big Horn. "It's been a handful of moons since I've last
visited with them."
An excitement fills my breast. "I've seen the beautiful hardened clay
bowls their People have given us through trade. Our sacksful of venison
and two deer hides would be welcomed by them. I've never been to their
camp."
"There's another good reason for a visit," Big Horn hints.
Before I can ask the man for a meaning to his words, I feel his long
'horn' slipping into me. In one breath, our bodies have come together. I
gasp out in both pain and delight. It still amazes me that my butthole
can satisfy the lust from a male. Taking his thrusts also pleasures my
dick in some strange way.
Our mating is unhurried and sweet. I'm not horny enough to get my
dick to cum and Big Horn has seeded me only a short while ago. Yet our
joining of flesh is satisfying in a way beyond the needs for sex. I
enjoy feeling my lover's body in mine and the simple warmth from our
naked embrace. We are one.
"Their tribe has many handsome men who are without the comfort of a
squaw," explains Big Horn. "Coyote Thief and I had made it known that
our butts enjoy a man's dick in them. The five days of our visit proved
very exciting. We slept each night in a different tipi."
I giggle at the man's lustful story. His stabs through my ass become
quick. I bend over slightly. Our balls slap together. The man's need
for my body brings a grin to my face. I wonder if there will be boys at
this distant tribe who will stick in me?
"Willow Bird... My loins are flowing into you! It's sweet."
My pained butthole feels the man's stiffening penis releasing its
love seed. He thrusts into me a few more times before blowing out a
heated breath over my shoulder. I reach back to hold his flexing butt.
My intent to keep our bodies together for a while longer. The man leans
onto me and rests.
"Do you have need?" Big Horn asks.
I glance down at my belly. My dick is slightly erected; I've twice
released cum from it this morning! In answer to the warrior's concern,
I shake my head and tell him, "no. My lust has been spilt with you on
our sleeping skin. Keep holding me though. I want us to remain of one
flesh for a while longer."
Big Horn reaches around my body and joins his hands over my belly.
It's a tight embrace. I'm given the reassuring feeling that this man
owns me. His boy to love.
"Ours will be a lustful visit with the Moss-bowl Tribe," says Big Horn
with a chuckle. "Both of us are free to take their needing men into our
bodies. Nights of excitement! You'll discover how differently each man
performs to satisfy his lust. You can drink from a warrior's loins or
feel his long dick penetrating your asshole. They have unique methods of
fucking. I'm curious to see which of our butts will coax the most seed!"
I'm thrilled by Big Horn's challenge but I'm also a little concerned
so I voice it. "I'll want to make love with you!" The warrior pulls from
my butt and faces me.
"You're mine from our binding rite of the pa-he-wat-che," explains
Big Horn. "Only give your flesh to those lustful men. They aren't
Mahyee-na. Your seed and mine will flow to each other in love during
our visit."
I nod my head in answer to my warrior. It will be exciting to travel
to the white capped mountains and to see a new People. My body is easier
offered to a man or boy who's a stranger to me than someone from my own
tribe. I'll be sure to keep my heart for only Big Horn. He is my love.
- The End -
"Song Bird's Story of Love" is an account of the boy's time of healing
and his father's adoption of a white youth with whom he comes to love.
This related story can be found in the new "Pottery Shards" booklet.
"Brave Willow Bird" continues with Big Horn's journey to the Moss-bowl
Tribe with Willow Bird. Their lustful visit turns to tragedy though. A
new path faces the boy. Can Willow Bird overcome his great loss to find
his way through a vision quest? This booklet is expected to be ready by
May 1997.
TERMS AND MEANINGS
BIG HORN: Nineteen-year-old brave who sexually initiates
Willow Bird. He's also the boy's monedo. Everyone in the tribe
accepts that Big Horn is Mahyee-na. His uncle is chief of the
tribe and is understanding of how his spirit directs him to
love men. Coyote Thief was his previous lover who died in
winter, leaving him a horse named Pai-alucia. His new lover is
the boy Willow Bird who's soon to be named a brave.
BRAVE: A boy who's named as a man in his tribe's eyes. This
rite is given around the age of fifteen when the youth's voice
drops. He's allowed to bear weapons, hunt, and take a woman.
All braves strive to achieve the honored status of warrior.
BREECHCLOUT: A simple garment worn by the male. It's
usually of buckskin; the two cloths are hung over a thong belt
to cover loins and buttocks. A single length of deerskin is
worn by the men. Young boys go naked.
COUP: The courageous act of striking an enemy at close
quarters, usually with a coup stick, tomahawk or even with
one's hand. A brave becomes a warrior when accomplishing this
act of bravery.
COYOTE THIEF: A warrior from an enemy tribe who initiated
Big Horn in his People's ways of the Mahyee-na. They became
lovers. This warrior was killed by an elk bull, leaving Big
Horn alone and in mourning for him.
DAY RABBIT: Son of Iron Bow. This eight-year-old boy
snatched Willow Bird's breechclout and gave him quite a chase.
GEAS: A quest to be performed. Only someone of power or
authority can geas another.
HE-WHO-WALKS-BEYOND-ALL-OTHERS: Respected chief of the tribe.
His only son, Song Bird, was given to him through his first
wife's secret mating with one of the warriors in the tribe. We
learn more about this in the continuing story, "Song Bird's
Story of Love" in the 'Pottery Shards' booklet.
LEAPING RABBIT: Sixteen-year-old girl that Willow Bird saw
washing clothes at the river. She's of age to marry. At the
corral, this girl displayed her longing for Willow Bird. She's
the only daughter of Iron Bow. Day Rabbit is her brother.
IRON BOW: The warrior discovering Willow Bird and Song Bird
huddling naked together on a horse in the woods. He promised to
keep what he's seen a secret.
KALINLEPI: Tribe of Omaha Indians camped on the South Fork
River, northwest of what will become the Sequoia National
Forest in California. This is Willow Bird's tribe in the year
1836 as measured by the White man.
MAHYEE-NA: A brotherhood of gay men who initiate boys at the
time they become braves. They keep their rituals and love acts
secret so to keep others in the tribe from fearing them. This
society was introduced to Big Horn by his lover, Coyote Thief.
MONEDO: A personal guardian to a boy who is nearing his
time of being named a brave. This role is usually filled by a
strong warrior who's a friend of the boy's family. The monedo
advises the boy in his new role of becoming a man.
PAI-ALUCIA: (Night Moon) The stallion belonging to Coyote
Thief which was given to Big Horn after his death. This young
appaloosa has a brown hide with lots of white spots on his rump.
PA-HE-WAT-CHE: (Hair love/embrace) Big Horn braided one
from his long hair and Willow Bird's in his desire to perform
a male love bonding rite between them.
SACRED BUNDLE: Carried by all braves and warriors; it's a
small pouch containing special items he's labored to obtain:
the tooth from an enemy, a bear's claw, etc. These medicine
items prove his worth before the Great Spirit to afford him
protection in battle.
SHAMAN: (Medicine Man) The spiritual guide and healer of
the tribe. He can sometimes foretell future events. His great
medicine exocised Wa-sa-ba's spirit from Song Bird.
SONG BIRD: Twelve-year-old boy and friend to Willow Bird.
He's the chief's only son. The boys' friendship turns to love.
STAR LIGHT: Fourteen-year-old girl who was washing clothes
in the river with Leaping Rabbit.
TALL FOREST: The Sequoia National Forest in California.
TRICKSTER: A mischievious spirit who can assume any shape,
animal or man. He's seen as the creator of culture while at the
same time ignorant of ethical values or having a sense of moral.
He possesses enormous sexuality.
WA-SA-BA: (Black Bear) The shaman exocised this animal spirit
from Song Bird's body through the power of his great medicine.
WAH-HA: (White People) A white trader once visited with the
Kalinlepi Tribe and gifted a cotton headband to the chief's son,
Song Bird. A metal blade was taken from the body of another
white trader whom Coyote Thief had a quarrel with and killed.
WAH-CONDA: (Great Spirit) Their one God who knows all.
WARM HANDS: Willow Bird's mother. She's been a widow for
five years and labors hard for the others of the tribe to gain
their support of food and hides for her and her son.
WARRIOR: A brave who has proven his maturity by the
counting of his first coup. He grows in strength and respect by
killing his enemies in battle, taking scalps and other honorable
feats. A man wears eagle feathers to denote this.
WILLOW BIRD: Fifteen-year-old boy who's soon to be named a
brave. His father died five years ago so Big Horn has been
teaching him the ways of the hunt and the skills necessary to
become a brave. The boy is sexually initiated by Big Horn and
they've become bonded lovers.
YELLOW DEERSKIN: Song Bird's blood mother and first wife to
the chief of the tribe.
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