Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 19:17:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Friedman <forcewielder2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Birth: Logan

As with previous installments of this series, this story involves
descriptions of homosexual sex between consenting boys, with an outcome
that probably wouldn't ever occur in real life. If that kind of thing
bothers you, or you shouldn't be reading this, please go do something
else. But if that's all right with you, keep reading.

This story is completely fictional, and, as with any such work of fiction,
any resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead) is purely
coincidental.

Comments can be sent to me at forcewielder2000@yahoo.com (flames will just
be ignored!).

~Mark

*************

When my brothers and I got home from school, we started getting ready for
the pow-wow. Having just turned 14, I was the second oldest one still at
home (I had two older brothers – Tom, age 20, who was off at college,
and Alex, age 17), and since Alex had some other school function he had to
be at on that particular day, I was the one responsible for making sure
that my two younger brothers (Gage, age 12, and Caleb, age 8) got ready
while our parents were still at work.

We were full-blooded Cherokee, and had been participating in pow-wows for
years, so when getting ready us brothers would often take off our "regular"
clothes and get dressed in our traditional Cherokee clothing in the same
room at the same time. We didn't mind being naked around each other, since
we'd been doing it for as long as we could remember (and since there were
only 3 bedrooms in the house total, with our parents getting one of them,
it meant that we had to divide up the remaining two bedrooms, and one main
bathroom, between the 5 of us, so we were often naked in front of each
other for other reasons, too; this led to us having been naked around each
other so much that Alex once jokingly commented that we knew what each
other looked like naked almost better than we knew what we looked like
dressed).

As Gage, Caleb and I got dressed, I almost unconsciously smoothed each item
down as I put it on. Normally, before the coming of European settlers
Cherokee guys wore only a breechclout in warmer months, but in colder
months or when hunting the wardrobe expanded to a sort of sleeveless shirt,
leggings, and moccasins, and that was what I was wearing (Gage and Caleb
both decided to stick to just breechclouts).

We finished getting dressed and pulled on sweat suits before we headed out
into the family room to wait for our parents to get home. They soon arrived
home, and we all headed to the pow-wow (our parents didn't change into
their traditional clothing this time, since the pow-wow was being put on
for the local schools; while a few adults would be in traditional clothing,
those who'd be dressed up and handling most of the exhibits would be local
Native American youth, since the school district thought it would be more
interesting for the non-Native American kids to see other kids their own
age actually involved in it.).

We arrived at the center where it was being held and hurried inside, since
it was still cold out, and headed over to where our exhibit was, greeting
the other two who were involved in that particular one (two sisters,
11-year-old Marie and 15 year old Claire) as we pulled off our sweat
suits. The event proved to be well-attended, and I saw quite a few of the
kids from school I knew. Many of the guys thought it was "cool" to see me
in my Cherokee clothing, while several girls whistled at me. ("Now, Logan,
why couldn't you be in just a loincloth like your brothers?" my friend
Elaine asked me at one point, not even trying to hide the fact that she was
checking me out, while Caroline, who was in a couple of my classes at
school and who was Elaine's BFF, who was checking me out just as hard as
Elaine was, said, "Yeah, I'd pay to see that!")

As the pow-wow rolled to an end, I ran into Paul, who was one of my best
friends. We'd met in elementary school (when I was starting 3rd grade and
he was starting 4th) at recess that first day, and had hit it off almost
immediately, even though he was a year older than I was. It didn't hurt
that his family had moved in just down the street just a few weeks before
school started.

While I was 5'9" and a bit on the thin side, and my hair went down past my
shoulders, Paul, a Caucasian, was already 6'1", and built like a football
player. His brown shaggy hair went well with his equally brown eyes.

"Hey, Logan," he said as he looked me over.  "Cool getup."

"Hey, Paul," I said. "That's right, you've never seen me like this before,
have you?"

"Not up close," he said. "Only from a distance a couple of times when you
guys would be rushing off to some event or another. You look really good in
it."

From most other guys I might have been weirded out by Paul's last sentence,
but not from Paul. Last year he'd told me that he was gay, and I told him
that I thought he was really brave to tell me and that I was there to
support him. A few months later I admitted to him that I was probably
bisexual myself, and despite not intending to, we started growing a lot
closer. We hadn't "officially" become a couple yet (since both our parents,
interestingly enough, frowned on the idea of dating before age 16), but we
both admitted that it was probably only a matter of time (we'd already
started joking just a bit that I'd better keep my 16th birthday open for
him).

"I haven't seen you at other pow-wows in the past," I said. "What brings
you to this one?"

"Oh, school assignment," he said, holding up the notepad he had with
him. "I've got to write a report on this for my social studies class."

We talked for a while, and I told him that if he had any other questions,
that he could stop by my house any time. He thanked me before moving on to
another exhibit.

The next day, a Saturday, Paul called up and asked if he could come over
for a couple of other follow-up questions. Since I didn't have anything
else to do, I told him sure.

He came over and we headed into the bedroom I shared with Caleb (who
fortunately was off with friends right then). Paul sat down on my desk
chair, and I plopped down onto my bed. He asked me several questions, some
of which I thought were actually pretty good (such as, "What's the most
annoying stereotype you tend to encounter?").  When he was finished, he put
down his pencil and leaned back and stretched, and I'll admit I found my
eyes running over his body.

"I'll admit," he said, "I'm surprised you wore the kind of clothing at the
pow-wow that you did. It does show off a lot, especially when you're in
just a loincloth like your brothers were."

"I'm just glad that the Cherokee *had* clothing," I replied. "Did you know
that some Native Americans lived in places where it was warm enough that
the guys actually went naked practically all year long? Now *that* would
have been a bit awkward to go as for the pow-wow."

"Whoa," he said, his eyes darting over my body. I did give a small smile,
knowing that the thought of me being in one of those Native American tribes
and going around naked was making him a bit horny (heck, the thought of me
being in one of those tribes and being around other naked guys was making
*me* a bit horny).

When we made eye contact, though, something...happened. I don't know what,
but we kept staring at each other for the longest time. I hesitantly got
up, moved over to him, and then leaned down and planted a kiss right on his
lips. He stiffened, but didn't try to pull away.

When we finally broke off the kiss, I gave a short, nervous laugh. Paul's
eyes were wide, but he then put his hands on the back of my head and pulled
me down for another kiss. We started snogging hard, and I felt my dick
start to get hard.

We soon started pulling our clothes off, and within moments we were
standing there in just our briefs, and I saw that the front of his briefs
were bulging out, just like mine. We started kissing again for a few
moments. I then knelt down in front of him, and pulled his briefs down to
the floor, freeing his erection. I then leaned forward and took his dick
into my mouth and starter sucking on it. Paul gasped out and put his hands
on the back of my head as he started humping my face. We went at it like
that for a couple of minutes before I had him stop. I pulled up and dropped
my briefs.

"I want you in me," I said, and he nodded.

We went over to the bed and I laid down. Paul got on me, somehow maneuvered
into position, and started pushing his dick into my butthole. When he was
all the way inside me, his pubic hairs pressed up against my butt, he
started thrusting. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close
while he pumped energetically, his balls flopping against my butt. My hard
dick was pressed into our stomachs, and I moaned as his dick continued to
slide in and out of my butthole.

On and on we continued to screw, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the
room. I wanted Paul so badly I was amazed it had taken this long for us to
have sex. Paul thrust faster and faster, and he was soon slamming his dick
into me, the bed rocking from his efforts. Paul soon arched his back and
cried out, and I actually felt him come into me.

As he slowly got off of me, his softening dick sliding out of my butthole,
he got down between my legs and stared at my dick and balls for several
moments before leaning down and taking my dick into his mouth. My eyes
rolled up in my head from the pleasure, and I put my hands on the back of
his head and pushed down, begging for more. I then started humping his
face, making "Oh! Oh! Oh!" sounds, with each "Oh!" accompanying an upward
thrust of my hips. Soon his tongue started running up and down my dick, and
moments later I arched up off the bed, pushing his head down hard as I came
and came. When my ejaculation ended, I flopped limply onto the bed.

Paul moved up until he was laying next to me. "Logan," he soon gasped out,
"I'll never be able to be just friends with you again. I think...I love
you."

"Paul...I love you, too," I gasped out.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Resting his forehead on mine
afterwards, we gazed into each other's eyes for the longest time,
occasionally kissing.

"So what are we going to tell our parents?" he finally asked after a while.

"Who says we have to tell them? They don't need to know."

"True," he replied. "But still..."

"Look, it's not like we can't keep having sex," I pointed out. "As long as
we don't get caught, no one will ever know."

"Well, I guess so..." he said hesitantly, but then I noticed that his dick
was slowly getting hard again.

I rolled him onto his back and threw a leg over him, getting onto my shins
and slowly sitting down until I felt his dick penetrate me again. I slid
all the way down until my butt was resting on his hairy crotch. I then
started hopping up and down, riding him. My dick smacked down onto Paul
every time I went down. We pressed the palms of our hands together,
intertwining our fingers together.

"Oh, Logan, ride me hard!" Paul moaned out at one point.

I was more than happy to oblige, and continued to vigorously slide up and
down the organic pole I'd so willingly impaled myself on. I must have
ridden Paul for close to 15 minutes before I felt a familiar tingling in my
groin. I try to hold back, but am only able to do so for a few moments
before I start spraying my semen all over Paul's abdomen and chest. I
paused for a few moments to catch my breath, and then I start riding Paul
again. I kept going until he arched up off the bed and cried out, and I
felt his semen blast into me.

"Oh, yeah," I said, grinning at him. He grinned back. I got off of him, and
we jumping into the shower together.

***

A few weeks went by. No more sex occurred, though we did sneak in an
occasional kiss, mostly at school.

Then I started feeling a bit nauseated at times, and started vomiting. My
mom couldn't find a temperature, and we couldn't figure out anything that I
might have been eating that could have caused it for that long. Eventually
my mom made an appointment with a doctor, who checked me out pretty
thoroughly.

Finally, he said there was one more thing he could check. He had me pee in
a cup, and upon taking the sample from he, he said he'd be right
back. After a few minutes he came back into the examination room.

"All right," he said to me and my mom, "the test came back, and, well,
Logan is pregnant."

"What?!" I exclaimed, as my mom gasped.

"You're pregnant," the doctor told me.

I was in shock. Sure, I knew that some guys could get pregnant, though I
never thought I could be one of them. There had certainly never been a
pregnant male on either side of the family before (but then, to the best of
my knowledge there'd never been a gay or bi male in the family before, so
that could explain why there'd never been a pregnant male in the family).

Heading home after further instructions were given by the doctor and future
appointments set up, my mom told me we'd have to tell my dad and brothers,
and of course, the baby's father (while she didn't mention Paul by name, I
could tell she suspected he was the baby's father), and I looked forward to
that with dread. I knew my parents would still love me, but I also knew
that they'd be disappointed in me.

That evening, we gathered together, and my mom told everyone that we had an
announcement. Then she moved out of the way and looked at me. I slowly got
up, and hesitantly told everyone that I was pregnant. There were gasps all
around.

After a few moments, my dad said, "Logan, who's the father? Is it Paul?"

I nodded, and soon Paul and his parents were over at our house, and I
shared the news with them. Paul just sat there with a stunned look on his
face. His parents said they still loved both of us, but of course were
disappointed that we didn't wait longer to have sex. We discussed what
would happen. Paul and I agreed to keep the baby, and we thought we might
get married at some point in the future.

During the next few weeks, I got regular checkups, and since things seemed
to be progressing well (meaning there were no complications and doctors
felt it was safe for me to give birth naturally), my parents suggested that
we head back to the Cherokee reservation in northeastern Oklahoma for the
birth, since the due date was in August when school was out and there was
something of a "traditional" birth that had evolved in the past few decades
in the Cherokee Nation, after male pregnancies started occurring, for
situations where the pregnant person was a guy.

I wasn't looking forward to having to give birth, but then, if I hadn't had
sex with Paul, I wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. So I
agreed with it. The "traditional birth" was that the birth should be as
natural as possible, with as few technological or otherwise artificial
assistance as possible, and would occur in a long hut specifically built
for pregnant males to give birth. (There was modern day medical equipment
there, but it was only to be used in case of emergency, and it was located
next to a regular modern-day hospital.) The pregnant guy would be
completely naked while giving birth, and he would lay against another guy
(usually a family member or close friend) who would serve as a sort of
coach during the birth. This other guy, and all other guys in there (with
the exception of the medicine man, who'd also be a fully trained doctor by
the current standards of the world, and the two or three others who'd be
assisting him) would also be naked.

I talked with Paul about it, and he wanted to be there for the birth of his
kid, and so I invited him along. I told him that the "being naked" thing
really only applied to those who were Cherokee, and that he didn't have to
be naked if he didn't want to be, but he said that he would be, to support
me. His two younger brothers (Sam, age 12, and Ryan, age 10) were also
invited to be there when I gave birth, and they were excited to be
invited. I also invited my brothers to be there as well, and they all
agreed to be there to support me. I asked Alex to be the one to be who
would be my coach, and he agreed.

At the end of July, we headed off to the reservation. Tom drove us down,
since he was on summer break for another month and both our parents and
Paul's really felt they should stay home to handle their own work and other
obligations (since they hadn't been invited in to watch me give birth).

We got to spend some time doing things that we normally didn't get to do
off the reservation. For some weird reason, Gage and Caleb particularly
enjoyed running around in just breechclouts; while Tom and Alex also went
around in just breechclouts, they didn't act all goofy about it. I had a
breechclout on, too, but also wore a Cherokee shirt because I felt a bit
uncomfortable showing the slight but noticeable bulge in my abdomen. (Paul,
Sam, and Ryan went around in their regular clothing.)

Eventually, early one morning I was woken by cramping in my abdomen. I
rubbed it for a while, but it kept on happening. Then my eyes widened as I
realized I'd gone into labor. I managed to wake up Paul, who was sleeping
next to me.

"It's time!" I gasped out.

He quickly got up and went over to where Sam and Ryan were sleeping on the
other side of the room. He'd gone to bed wearing only his briefs, and I
wish I could have checked him out better, but the cramping made it hard to
do that. Paul woke his brothers up and they quickly got dressed. Ryan was
then sent to wake up my brothers, who were all sleeping in another room.

I pulled my shirt on (I'd worn only my breechclout to bed), and soon Alex
came in, and he and Paul helped me out to the SUV for the short drive to
the hospital. After our initial check-in, we were soon ushered into the
longhouse, where we found the doctor/medicine man and two assistants
setting things up.

"I'm Dr. Deerfield, but you may call me Flying Eagle," the doctor/medicine
man said. "Those who are Cherokee, strip. Those who aren't Cherokee do not
have to, but may if they wish."

My brothers all dropped their breechclouts, and Alex started helping me out
of my clothes. I watched Paul strip, and was a bit surprised to see his
brothers stripping, too. Soon we were all naked, and I was amazed to see
that Sam and Ryan didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"All right," Flying Eagle said, "will the coach and expectant mother get
into position, please?"

Alex laid down on the delivery table, a sort of bed that was inclined at a
noticeable angle. He spread his legs apart and put the soles of his feet on
the bed, pointing his knees up at the ceiling. I sat down right in front of
him, in between his legs, and put my legs in the same position he had,
before leaning back onto him.

I moaned out as another contraction hit, and Alex put his arms around me
and gave me a quick hug. "It'll be all right, lil' bro," he whispered to
me. "It'll be over soon."

As I nestled back against Alex's muscular chest, Paul took my hand in his,
and our brothers gathered around and turned their attention to my
dick. Gage and Sam stood next to each other, and for some reason I couldn't
help but glance down at their crotches and notice the few pubic hairs each
boy had. (Tom and Alex each had nice bushes, and while both Ryan and Caleb
had hairless crotches, Ryan was the slightly more well-endowed of the two).

One of Flying Eagle's assistants gave me a herbal concoction to help with
the pain, and a few minutes later, Flying Eagle got down next to my
crotch. "All right, Logan, I want you to start pushing."

I pushed and relaxed as he directed. Alex held me and whispered
encouragements to me as I worked to give birth. I soon felt the baby
moving, and after a few moments I yelped out as I felt the base of my dick
start to expand. I clutched Paul's hand and continued to cry out as the
baby moved through my dick. It hurt so much! I kept pushing, and I vaguely
remember Alex continuing to encourage me. Finally the pressure in my dick
went down, and a few moments later I heard crying. I looked down to see
Flying Eagle holding a baby.

"It's a boy," he said as he cut the umbilical chord.

Everyone cheered, and Alex told me, "You did good."

The baby was taken to be cleaned up, and Alex got out from under me, gently
getting me settled on the bed. A few minutes later the placenta was pulled
from me. Then I was handed the baby, and we cooed over him.

"So, Logan, what's his name?" Tom asked.

I glanced at Paul, who nodded. I said, "His name is Denali."

After a while, Denali was taken away to the nursery at the hospital, and
Alex and Paul pitched in to get me cleaned up in a shower in the back of
the long house (since I still felt weak, Alex held me up while Paul washed
and dried me off).

After we were through, Flying Eagle gathered us all together and told us as
everyone else got dressed that sucking my dick would help it to recover
sooner. He told us what to do, and for how long. We all nodded and thanked
him. Heading back to where we were staying, I was put to bed, and quickly
fell asleep.

***

When I woke up several hours later, I was surprised that not only was Paul
going to suck my dick, but that our brothers were, too. They would be going
in order of age, so that evening Tom came in. I stripped and sat down on a
stool, spreading my legs apart. Tom got down between my legs, took my dick
into his mouth, and started sucking, his nose in my pubic hairs and his
chin pressed up against my balls. He sucked for the allotted time before
pulling up.

The next morning, it was Alex's turn, and it wasn't too different from when
Tom sucked my dick. Then that evening it was Paul's turn. The next morning,
it was Gage, followed that evening by Sam (who was a few days younger than
Gage), then Ryan and finally Caleb before Tom started the cycle all over
again. Every one of them had his nose in my pubic hairs and his chin
pressed up against my balls. Ryan and Caleb had a little harder time of it
than the others did, being smaller, since my dick was just big enough that
it filled up their mouths.

For some reason, Gage and Sam seemed to enjoy it a little more than I
thought they ought to, and a few days later I fond out why. I was taking a
short walk, and came across Gage and Sam having sex in a secluded spot down
by a local creek. They didn't see me, and I admittedly watched for a couple
of minutes. Gage was on top, plowing Sam's butt. Sam had his arms and legs
wrapped around Gage and was obviously enjoying the whole thing. I then
turned around and quietly left, leaving the two horny boys to finish their
coupling in private.

We headed home after a couple of weeks. It took about a month and a half of
sucking before I got an erection, while Ryan was sucking. I was a bit
embarrassed by it, but he didn't seem to mind.

Paul and I decided to get married when I turned 16, and our parents agreed
to sign the necessary papers. It would be a while off, still, but I didn't
mind waiting. Sam and Gage continued to have sex with each other. When they
admitted to Paul and me what they were doing, we congratulated them, and I
told Gage he had a good taste in guys. He grinned somewhat shyly.