WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! ************************************************************************* * * * "Brave Willow Bird" * * * * by Vince Water * * * * * * This is the second booklet of an Omaha Indian boy's * * continuing adventures! * * * * Willow Bird is nearing his initiation into manhood at the * * age of fifteen. He's been exploring his sexual identity of * * being Mahyee-na; his attraction to those of his male sex. * * * * Big Horn takes his boy lover for a visit with the Moss-bowl * * Tribe. Its lusting men and boys welcome what Willow Bird and * * his warrior lover can offer them. It's an account given * * through the boy's eyes. * * July 1997 * ************************************************************************* Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY IS OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of this story with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form! Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water - My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light" bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A. HTTP://WWW.ADLBOOKS.COM "Brave Willow Bird" Copyright 1997 by Vince Water All rights reserved. First printing. Illustrated by Ching-Ching (printed book version) All of the characters in this story are fictitious, and any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal names and other historical references, is purely coincidental. Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water: -------------------------------------------------------------- "Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play" {This last title is expected to be ready at the end of 1997!} Introduction: ------------- This is the second "Willow Bird" novel of what will hopefully become a trilogy. In the first booklet, Willow Bird's boyhood friendship with Song Bird has grown into love. The two boys use what they have learned from Big Horn to perform Mahyee-na love acts together. Yet others learned of what they have done. Big Horn convinces Willow Bird that he must turn away from the twelve-year- old boy. The Kalinlepi Chief wants Song Bird, his only son to be allowed his own path towards manhood without Willow Bird's influence. While on a hunt, Big Horn rescues Willow Bird from a Trickster and wins himself the right to wear a warrior's eagle feather. In gratitude, Willow Bird bonds himself to Big Horn as his Mahyee-na boy lover. They celebrate their union with a lusty visit to the Moss-bowl Tribe. Song Bird remains in his mother's care to heal from the wounds he received from a bear attack. His father, the Kelinlepi Chief adopts a white youth which Song Bird comes to love beyond that of a new brother. This account is found in the "Pottery Shards" booklet as "Song Bird's Story of Love". It's a short story that connects events between the first two "Willow Bird" booklets. By reading "Willow Bird Finds His Love" and the short-story, "Song Bird's Story of Love" you'll be prepared for the related events unfolding in this second booklet. Enjoy! ************************************************************************* * * * "Brave Willow Bird" * "...and keep your eyes open for enemies!" reminds Big Horn. I nod at the warrior's instructions. I'm to wait here with the horse until his return. Big Horn circles around my position to ensure that no one is going to molest us. He doesn't want me to fall prey to another Trickster. I look over the man's sun-browned body with longing. His running allows me quick peeks of his nudity. Big Horn wears his breechclout differently than the other men of our tribe. It's wrapped around his waist with the ends dropping down the front and rear of him. A tied thong belt keeps the long deerskin from unraveling from his waist. Big Horn sometimes tucks in the rear end of his breechclout to show off his ass. He had done that on the day I was tested with my first initiation into the Mahyee-na. I knew to drop my breechclout and touch butts with him. It led to our first sexual rite together; a simple belly rub. His male body fits nicely to mine in a variety of love acts. Fucking is our most intimate joining... very pleasurable! Our hearts have also become one. Big Horn is worthy of my love! He's a handsome nineteen-year-old man who seeks bonding with other men. The chief's nephew; he's been acting as my monedo to guide me on my path of manhood after the death of my father. My naming rite as a brave is only two moons away. At the age of fifteen, I'll be confirmed as a man in the eyes of my tribe. I owe my sexual identity and acceptance of self to Big Horn. Before his guidance, my attraction to other males was confusing. My strange spirit shamed me. I kept my feelings hidden so that no one would learn what I feared: a boy who suspected that he was really a weak woman inside. Big Horn has shown me that my Mahyee-na feelings were a normal thing. He shared them. I no longer feared my strong attraction for those of my sex; my path towards manhood would continue. It freed my spirit and I embraced the pleasures that my body could bring to another. Song Bird, my close friend of twelve was given my sexual love. A twinge of sadness pinches my heart for that boy. I'll be a long time mourning my loss. I clear my thoughts to watch Big Horn's fluid motion. Our love making has made me very familiar with his body; like a second self. When Big Horn's scouting of the area is made, he waves his hand to me in assurance. I watch him sprint away to look for the mountain pass. He's quick to disappear over the rolling hills. I'm left alone with Pai-alucia. The stallion is sweated from our long walk. I untie the heavier packs from his back to allow the horse to rest. A bulging water skin attracts my attention. I take a long swallow from it. The horse nickers to have water as well. I pour some into my cupped hands for him to drink. His whiskered mouth tickles against my palms. A few more handfuls are poured to satisfy Pai-alucia's thirst. I know that it's important to keep a horse well fed and watered. When my hands empty, the stallion nuzzles his nose against my chest. He is an affectionate spirit. "You are welcome, my friend. I'm sure that Big Horn will find the way up to the Moss-bowl Tribe." Pai-alucia's big eyes watch me. He's a good horse to have along on this journey. I keep a hold of his reins while taking a good look around. Behind me are the rolling plains where we've come from. The forests have become scarce so we're hiding near some tall bushes. What captures my eyes are the immense walls of stone rising before me. Sharp are their snow covered peaks. This is my first sight of mountains! I wonder how People live on their steep heights? It has taken us two days of travel by horse to reach them. Actually, we've walked most of that way. Pai-alucia is strong but he's only one horse to share between Big Horn and myself. His back has also been laden down with the stripped meat of two deer that we've taken from the Trickster's haunt. I smile in fond rememberance of my first big hunt. Big Horn has shot a buck with his arrows and I had a lucky strike in a doe's belly with my spear. When we reach the Moss-bowl Tribe, we intend to trade venison for their prized decorated pots. Big Horn is looking for the elusive mountain pass that will lead us into the high mountain country. That's where we'll find the Moss-bowl tribe. I've not traveled this far from my tribe before. I'm excited to see a new People. A cool wind blows across my backside. It brings a smile to my face from my lack of a rear flap. I wear the breechclout of a boy; a thong belt tied around my waist with a deerskin cloth folded over it in front. My rear flap was torn from my body by the bear I had fought in the Tall Forest. It bore his sharp claw print. Very powerful medicine! Big Horn has sewn it into a sacred bundle for me to wear. It's a powerful symbol of my manhood. I can hardly wait until my naming rite. Big Horn will stand as my monedo to advise me on my path as a brave. Much has this dear man already shown me. I've been given his adult love and my heart has come to embrace it. We're bonded lovers he and I through the brotherhood of the Mahyee-na. It's an honor for me to have attracted the attention of this man. He has a powerful voice in the tribe. I'm a mere boy from a tipi that has my mother working for the others to gain us food and hides. Yet Big Horn chose me to be his life's companion. My acceptance of his love was not quickly given though. Back at the tribe is my boyhood friend, Song Bird. He's recovering from the grave wounds that he received from the black bear we encountered. If it weren't for Big Horn's hunt, I would have been at my young friend's side while he healed. I feel some responsibility for the harm that's come to him. Song Bird was my first love. This summer had seen its sweet flowering from the long growth of our friendship as boys. Our close embrace in the river proved that our male flesh was ready for joining. Big Horn introduced me to the love acts that Mahyee-na men perform. It's given me the means to show the boy how to do them. Our love acts binded us even closer together while Big Horn tried winning me to him. It was difficult being in the middle of love from two males. I wanted the boy. Song Bird accepted my silver pledge ring that binded us. The happy smile on my face turns to gloom. My nose pains me as tears fall in rememberance of a very sad thing. I've been warned by the boy's father, our tribal chief to stay away from his son with my lustful acts. It was the reason for my leaving the tribe to be with Big Horn on his hunt. I wipe an arm across my wet face. Song Bird has been lost to me almost as if here were dead! I've come to accept Big Horn as my lover in place of that boy. He offers my body its much-need release but also he has proven himself as my protector and a strong warrior that I can learn from. Song Bird may only be a boy of twelve yet his love will always be kept in my heart! Pai-alucia tugs at his reins. He's found some green grass shoots that he wants to nibble on just out of reach. I relax my hand to allow the stallion his lunch. My body rolls over the horse's shaggy side. I enjoy his warmth next to my skin and my nose takes in the stallion's strong odor of sweat and dung. It's a lusty smell! It reminds me of sticking my nose in a man's butt before fucking him. Pai-alucia has a big one. I roam my hand over it with a strange attraction for this horse. Pai-alucia has proven to be a good mount. He had come to Big Horn after Coyote Thief, that man's lover, was gored last winter by the sharp horns of an elk bull. It was a freak accident of ill portent. The antlers of a deer in my face startles me. I relax. This is the buck's head that Big Horn kept after dressing our kill. It's long-dead eyes remind me of another's which haunt me in rememberance... The Trickster. That vile man/spirit had captured and raped me in the forest near our tribe. I endured that man's use of my body. It was his sickly sweet voice and the dark power from his male lust that had overcome my spirit. I allowed our body's joining. He had made me his. Big Horn came to my rescue. He struck the Trickster with his spear. Yet with death coming into that evil man's eyes, he simply smiled. He warned us that his freed spirit would come back to threaten us on Mother Earth. I lower my eyes in fear and shame. Should I believe that man's claim? He didn't appear to be a spirit; only an enemy brave with his naked body covered with fire ash. I'm glad that Big Horn has killed him! He's feeding the forest animals. My spirit is in need of healing from what the Trickster has done. I still fear his return. Yet with Big Horn, I feel safe in his strong arms. The gift of his Wah-ha metal knife on my thong belt also gives me some protection. A smile returns to my face. Big Horn and I are making the trip that newly wedded couples take to enjoy lots of love making. He's promised that ours will be a lusty visit with the Moss-bowl men and boys! Pai-alucia roams along the grassy patch. I happen to glance between the horse's legs to see that his cock is erecting. It hangs down from his sheath like a black snake. Song Bird's lusty story comes to mind. My young friend had spied on Coyote Thief and Big Horn performing a beastly rite with this stallion. I'm curious to try that same thing. I kneel under belly and grab hold of the horse's long dong. Its swelling moist penis is thrilling to pull over. I use both hands to get Pai-alucia's cock to reach its full length. Song Bird had said that Coyote Thief fetched his horse's seed for use in a male rite with Big Horn. It had bonded the two men sexually. The stallion's cock grows from its sheath and hardens to stick along his belly like a tree branch. I'm in awe of it. His cock has nearly reached to his front legs! A clear oozing comes from its piss hole. I curiously tongue the horse's pink knob for a taste. It's sticky like what I've taken from a man's dripping cock. The stallion's strong flow goes into my mouth which I swallow in gulps. It's exciting to be drinking from a horse's dark loins. Pai-alucia stomps his feet. He releases a tense whinny from my hold of his hard male sex. Within my breechclout, my dick erects from tasting a stallion. Lust-filled thoughts drop into my head. Sexual things that I'm tempted to try with Pai-alucia. I reach into my front flap to pull over my dick while imagining my sexual exploration of a male horse's body... The hairs at the back of my neck prickle up. I turn sharply at Big Horn standing over me. On his face is a big grin. He eyes the long horse dong in my hands and my wet lips. Instead of becoming embarrassed, I share with the warrior what I've heard. I keep in mind the taboo that prevents me from uttering the name of his dead lover out loud. "Song Bird has told me that your first lover performed a similar thing," I explain. "Did having a stallion's thick seed smeared over your bodies make for an exciting belly rub?" "Yes..." Big Horn answers. "That old warrior had known of many male love acts that could be enjoyed between boys, men and even animals. Before we had become lovers, he was satisfying his lust with Pai-alucia. The stallion accepted his male needs." A puzzled look comes to my face. Is Big Horn saying that Coyote Thief has performed the varied male sex acts of the Mahyee-na with a horse? (Big Horn sees the boy's confusion. He decides to share a few secrets with his young lover.) "What Song Bird had spied on was a simple rite to fetch Pai-alucia's seed. My lover used it to annoint our bodies for a first mating in Mahyee-na. I later learned of the other sex acts that they had performed together. Fucking was one of them." I shake my head and laugh. "While looking at this stallion's 'mighty spear' you expect me to believe that your lover could stick his butt onto this giant cock and ride it?!" Big Horn shakes his head. "My first lover satisfied his stallion in hand or by sucking out its sperm like what you were attempting. For a relief to his own loins, the man stuck into Pai-alucia's butthole." "That old warrior could manage such a thing with a horse?" "I have no reason to doubt his word." (Big Horn recalls that after losing Coyote Thief to the elk bull, he had turned to the stallion for sexual relief. It had given his heart some peace to perform the Mahyee-na acts with the horse as his dead lover had done before him.) Our lusty talk is most exciting! Big Horn's dick is pushing against the front end of his breechclout. I find Pai-alucia's reins and tie them into a bush. My thong belt is untied for use to hobble the horse's front legs. Naked, I stand up before the warrior with my erection. "I don't need Pai-alucia for love making," I announce. "You satisfy me, Big Horn. Perform in your first lover's place by fetching the stallion's seed for us to enjoy!" Big Horn grins. He pulls me to his body for a savage kiss. I feel his tongue swirling in my sticky mouth. A knowing look comes into his dark eyes from having stolen a taste of stallion. I feel along the man's waist and loosen his breechclout. It falls to my feet. Naked, he gives me a bear hug with our dicks squashed between our bellies. My heart soars from his strong love for me! After pinching my butt, Big Horn pulls out of our embrace. He kneels under the stallion's belly to the task of fetching Pai-alucia's seed as I've asked. His hands run along the dark length of horse cock. I kneel at Big Horn's side. The warrior's body flexes from his efforts to coax the stallion's release. A giggle escapes my lips. I see how unmatched a horse's lengthy penis is to fitting inside a man's asshole. My dick has proven to be a good match to Big Horn's butt. It begs me to stick into him now. Pai-alucia tugs at his reins. His rear legs make a bucking motion as if he's driving his cock into a mare. Big Horn tries keeping the stallion in hand. I rush to help. My arms grip the horse's violent body to steady him. At some hidden signal, Big Horn knows to move his hands to the tip of the horse's cock. He cups the rounded knob to catch the stallion's many squirts. At Pai-alucia's sharp whistle, I evade his need to bite me. It's a quick seeding. The stallion snorts with pride when Big Horn rises from under belly with his hands filled. I face my warrior lover with much pride. On his face is the sharp emotion of male lust. I drop my eyes down his sweaty body. He has the strength of a man in his poised arms and lean chest. My gaze lowers. I marvel at the length of his curved dick against his dark groin hair. My butthole has enjoyed its tight fitting with pleasure a few times now. Held in Big Horn's cupped hands is much horse sperm. It has the same white color and thickness of a man's release. But I'm surprised that a stallion can squirt out what would take six men to perform! "I offer your body the sacred seed of a powerful stallion," announces Big Horn. "As my body was annointed by my first lover with this male essence, may it give you a similar strength." I eagerly nod my head. Big Horn spreads his hands over my lower body. Stallion sperm flows to my dick, balls and hairy groin. I detect its sharp scent; strongly male. The warrior covers his hard loins with what remains in his dripping hands. Big Horn opens his arms to me. I rush into his embrace. Our wet bodies fit together with warmth and deep love. The man's hands reach around for my butt. I grab his. We perform the simple embrace of two Mahyee-na lovers. Our hard cocks thrusts between the slimy bellies given to us from a stallion's seed. The feel of it is unlike anything that I've experienced. Our dicks stab over each other in a sticky rhythm. Not the same sensation as body sweat or the too-slippery feel of belly rubbing in the river. My nose fills with the stallion's sexy male scent. It enflames me to be adding mine to our bodies. "It's a good thing for us to perform," explains Big Horn. "My first lover had taken this gift from his horse and he used it to enhance our first mating. You and I have already performed many Mahyee-na love acts together. This is the first time that Pai-alucia has become a part of it and the rite connects you to my first lover. I think that he would be glad that I've found a young and handsome lover to act in his place." I listen to the man's words with my face pressed into his sweaty chest. Such boldly spoken things! I hide myself this way. My dick slides against Big Horn's with increasing pleasure. His ass quickly flexes in my hands. I know that our wild bodies are getting near sexual release. "Look at me, Willow Bird!" I lift my head at Big Horn's call. His lips rush over mine and press together for a deep kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth. Utter lust is in this warrior's face! Yet I'm not afraid. I'm feeling those same strong emotions that come from male love and need. I pull from Big Horn's kisses to cry out. My dick cums strongly between our heaving bellies. I gasp for breath and push out all of my seed. The thrills are tremendous! Big Horn mouths my neck and rushes to his own climax. My hands find it hard to keep a grip of his wildly humping butt. A bite comes to my neck! When I cry out in pain, the warrior makes big thrusts against me and shoots. I look down at it. The man's curved dick squirts out a thick glob of cum to my chest. His hands are savage over my butt. He relaxes his grip of my body for a moment before pulling me onto him again. Another long squirt. I watch a few more of them until the man ends his violent seeding. My hands wander up Big Horn's back. I hold the man's sexy-smelling body while I recover from our wonderful mating. He relaxes his tight hold of my rear end. His loud breaths concern me though. I peek into the man's face for signs of pain. I'm relieved to find only his bright eyes and a smile for me. There have been times when Big Horn's head has pained him after making love. A thing that has worried me enough to consider talking with our shaman about it. "You are a wonderful boy," whispers Big Horn. "You stand in the place I was when my first lover initiated me in the ways of the Mahyee-na. What that old warrior has shown me, I'll gladly pass onto you. It gives me much pride to see a boy growing up." I nod my head at the man's words and give him mine. "You were like my second father, Big Horn to teach me the things in my boyhood that I'll need when I'm a man. You'll act as my monedo at the time of my naming. I've taken you as my male lover! I'm glad to be sharing in all the things of your life. They make me a better man." "And it seems... a wiser one," remarks Big Horn. "You're no longer the shy boy of a moon ago. In your head are a man's thoughts to go with your maturing body. I will give my consent to your being named a brave in two moon's time." My face burns from his strong words. To hear my monedo say that I'm a man proves it is so. The mid-summer's rite that I'll attend is a formal announcement to my tribe of my manly status. A tickly sensation runs down my thighs. I look down at myself with much excitement. My lower body is coated with sex. The stallion's seed has been whipped into a white foam from our belly rubbing. The white streak across my chest had come from Big Horn's loins. My cum pools just above his belly. Big Horn's hand reaches down to my groin. He pulls out the remaining flow from my penis and takes what remains out of his. In ritual stance, the man brings that hand to his mouth and drinks it. I'm offered his wet kiss. I eagerly touch lips with him and my tongue gets a taste of our joined seed from his mouth. A most lustful rite! We embrace again. It's a wonderful hug of body warmth and heartfelt feelings. He pats my back. I bury my face in the man's chest. It troubles me that my tears are too easily flown. I'm glad that our embrace is a long one. It ends when I'm spooked by Pai-alucia's cold nose against my butt. He nickers for attention. Big Horn faces the stallion and speaks. "Old companion; I wear your strong seed over my body and the love of your first master has passed through me to Willow Bird. I embrace you in the love that I have from a man to his horse." Big Horn's hands circle around Pai-alucia's wide neck. His wet body presses against the stallion's. I can see the man's love for his horse. Something more than companionship. I step around to the other side of Pai-alucia. My hands go around his neck when I press myself against the horse's shaggy hide in a similar embrace. The warmth of all our bodies join together to make us one loving being. Big Horn's hand squeezes my arm. I find his long arm and give him a fond squeeze. When Pai-alucia lowers his head to the grass, I look into my lover's face with much emotion. This tender moment will forever be in our hearts. We slowly part from our embrace with the stallion. Big Horn gathers up our breechclouts. The man notices my hesitation to wear mine over my wet body. I would like to clean myself up first. He asks me to wear the stallion's foamy paint on my body with honor. Big Horn runs on ahead to scout. I untie Pai-alucia's reins from the bush and turn him towards the mountains. My eyes peek through his legs for his long cock. I'm disappointed to see the dwindling of his male strength. His knob has pulled back into its dark sheath. I reach my fingers inside for quick feel. Something hard is found in there. I pull out a few black pebbles from under the horse's moist knob. They feel light in my hand. Urine stones? I open my sacred bundle at my side and drop the two stones into it. Now I'll have something of Pai-alucia to remind me how his seed had annointed our wonderful love making on this day. The other objects in my sacred bundle bring me fond memories. After Big Horn had sewn up my rear flap to make the bundle, he placed a few things inside it for me to keep. One tied scrap of deerskin holds a leaf that's filled with our joined sperm. The man had taken it from our wet bodies after our first mating rite in the Mahyee-na. A length of his hair braided with mine is also in my bundle. It's our pa-he-wat-che; a Mahyee-na male bonding fetish that's to remind me of my pledge unto this warrior. His sacred bundle holds a length of our braided hair as well. There are three other small wrapped objects. Big Horn has asked me not to open them least their power fade away. My curious fingers have pinched over their hardness. Something of bone, stone or carved from wood. From a distance, Big Horn gestures for me to follow him. I tie my sacred bundle to my belt and prepare the horse for travel. Pai-alucia stomps his feet when the heavy packs return to his back. I tug on the horse's reins to get him to a walk. Big Horn seems unsure of his way. He wanders between the two mountains. I keep an eye out for any path up. The towering stone walls are too sharply inclined to climb on foot. I hurry Pai-alucia forward to catch up with Big Horn. A coolness comes to my body. The strong odor of stallion reminds me of what we've done. I think back to what Big Horn has said about Coyote Thief's use of this stallion's butthole. How would it feel to stick my dick into the horse's rear opening to cum into? My legs aren't long enough to reach me high enough to aim inside! And his mighty cock couldn't fit into my butt... I'm struck by a lusty thought. I search my body for horse essence. It has foamed from my embrace with Big Horn or has since flown away in the wind. My mouth has enjoyed stallion. I'm hoping to put some into my other Mahyee-na entrance. My wet balls provide me with what I'm looking for. I gather the sticky cum and bring it back to my rear end. I imagine that I've backed onto the stallion's wild cock to fit a part of its length through my butthole. His sharp whistle signals his strong release... I push my wet fingers into me and sigh. A satisfaction fills my being. I wear a male horse's seed on my body; I've eaten of his flow and my butt has taken some inside it. Coyote Thief had made lots of love with this sexy stallion and through Big Horn, I've become the third person to embrace this animal's male power. The warrior comes into sight. He points to some distant feature between the two mountains and runs off. I have to keep pulling on Pai-alucia's reins to catch up with him. The rolling plains provide little cover. I worry that the rush ahead will prevent us from seeing an enemy's ambush. After the long run, I meet up with Big Horn at the foot of the mountains. He points excitedly at a large greenish stone. Covered in moss, I notice its finely carved features. My eyes widen. It's a stone-shaped pot that Big Horn has discovered. "This is the path marking," explains Big Horn. "My lover had shown it to me before our visit with the Moss-bowl Tribe. Our long climb begins here." We approach the huge stone. A stream runs beside it which Pai-alucia drinks from. I fill our water skins. I'm marveled by the craftsmanship of the carved stone. It does appear as a decorated green clay pot. (Big Horn fetches a pebble and drops it into the stone pot.) He announces, "I come in peace to visit with the People who had made you. Please safely guide my feet unto them." At Big Horn's gesture, I find a pebble and drop it into the stone pot. It's half-filled with similar stones. All of them from visitors like us? I repeat the words of friendship that he has spoken unto the stone's spirit. "It won't be an easy climb," warns Big Horn. "The sun is at the height of His sky now. He will nearly be down to sleep by the time we reach the Moss-bowl Tribe... That is if we don't lose our footing and fall down the mountain side." My giggling ends when seeing that Big Horn's warning is a serious one. He takes the lead while I pull Pai-alucia from the stream. The path takes us between two rising walls. We walk between them and come into a small canyon. My eyes take in an amazing sight. There are faint markings over the walls. Scenes of naked men hunting huge shaggy animals too large to be buffalo. I ask Big Horn, "what People had done this?" The man studies what my hand points to with much puzzlement on his face. He is slow to answer me. "I've traveled this way twice before to visit with the Moss-bowl Tribe and I don't ever recall seeing this." I study the weathering of the dim markings. "It looks like they've been here for a very long time. Why naked men? And what are those huge animals that they're spearing?" "I do not know, Willow Bird. Perhaps the old shaman of the tribe that we're visiting will be able to explain it." My eyes take one last long look of the hunting scenes before we turn for the path. It seems that the height of Father Sun in His sky was the reason for our seeing the wall markings. All the other times of the day would cast shadows over them. Big Horn leads the way up. Our path ahead winds around the base of the tall mountain. We begin our climb of it. I'm looking forward to seeing a new People. Big Horn has said that we'll find warrior and braves who'll be eager to embrace the pleasures of our male flesh. I'll be looking for boys. The rocky path takes us above the rolling plains. It often winds back onto itself. Not too steeply for a man on foot. Pai-alucia becomes troubled though. He often snorts and his eyes roll. It seems that he doesn't like the growing heights. Big Horn becomes concerned. He takes an empty skin sack and ties it over Pai-alucia's eyes. Unfortunately, that causes the horse to become stubborn and unmoving. Only after tugging on his reins and the warrior's sharp strike to its butt does the stallion move forward again. Our progress is a slow one. The path becomes steeper and scary. Only two men a breast in width. I mind Big Horn's earlier warning to be careful with my steps. It wouldn't do well for me to fall down the mountain side after all our hard climbing. My legs begin to ache and sweat covers my body. I've become short of breath as if in a long run. As a man, I keep from complaining about the difficult climb. Big Horn tries hiding his own fatigue though I can see it from the way his pace has slowed. The warrior is setting an example for me to follow. Father Sun eventually drops His fiery head down to sleep. Our path ends its sharp climb. We get onto an even level footing. In the darkness, I feel the growing cold and there's a strong scent in the air. Trees? A man slowly approaches us with a hand torch. Big Horn is quick to offer him a sign of peace. Another man comes out of the darkness with his bow lowered. Recognition fills this tall warrior's face. He gives Big Horn a happy greeting and they embrace like long parted lovers. Low words are spoken between them. I've heard my name mentioned. The younger man comes to me. He wears a breechclout like the men of my tribe but his chest is covered with a shirt. A brave. Moccasins are worn on his feet. My eyes widen at the strange features to his face. He's obviously from a different People than my own. A small nose. There's a sharpness to the man's chin. Big Horn's friend has similar features. The warrior's deeply sunken eyes catch my gaze. I try not showing fear. The young brave reaches for my reins to Pai-alucia. I'm too weary from our climb to challenge him. The man takes our horse away into the darkness. Big Horn's friend gestures for me to follow him back to his lodge. I glance back at my lover in alarm. He isn't going with us? Big Horn gives me a nod of approval and a sly smile for what he knows could transpire this night. Yet I have some reservations about it. I am bonded to Big Horn as His lover. The warrior that I'm following may expect to join our bodies in the Mahyee-na way. He's a man not of my tribe; I haven't even been given his name! Perhaps Big Horn will join us after seeing to his horse. It has been a hard climb up this mountain. Night has fallen. It'll be good to sleep around a warm fire. The warrior leads me through his large camp. We pass many square lodges that smoke from fires within. I understand their need for warmth. It feels like winter up here! My feet have become cold. I wrap my arms around my body to keep warm. The People of this tribe have settled in the mountains like eagles. I'm more used to the warmer valleys below. The warrior stops. He pulls on the door flap to his lodge and enters it. I follow him inside. It's a strange dwelling. The People of this tribe live in tree bark lodges. Its shape isn't roundish like our elk-skin tipis. Much more room inside though. "A joy it is to be sharing with you my lodge!" announces the tall warrior. (He squats before his fire pit and drops sticks over the glowing embers to awaken the fire spirits.) I kneel at the man's side. My hands eagerly seek out the warmth from the growing flames. It has me realizing how chilled my body has become. "You soon be with warmth," says the warrior with a grin. I nod my head in thanks to him. It's fortunate that we can understand each other without the need for hand signs. The man's thick accent and use of words makes me smile though. I'm startled by the warrior's arm across my shoulders. He looks into my eyes which I try keeping plain and unrevealing. My stomach feels like it has a stone in it. I see the man's interest for me. "My People call me Left-hand Bow," announces the warrior. "I hear that you are Willow Bird, a boy who not yet has been given a man's name but Mahyee-na already?" I only nod my head at the warrior's question. He continues to stare deeply into my eyes as if looking for something. A small fear grips my heart. It shames me. I am feeling like the boy this man sees me as. "You hungry?" asks Left-hand Bow. I nod my head in gratitude. The warrior fetches a folded pouch from the wall of his lodge. He opens it and hands me a long piece of dried meat. It's seasoned and strange tasting; not elk, deer, buffalo or rabbit meat that I'm accustomed to. Yet my hunger has me chewing down its length until it's gone. A small clay pot is put into my hand. I eagerly drink water from it. In the fire light, I notice the pot's fine decorations. These People are known for their wonderous crafting of clay which they fire-harden into pots. I must be sure to take one back to my mother as a gift. I carefully set down the small pot on the floor. A yawn erupts from me unexpectedly. With my stomach filled and warmth returning to my body, I'm feeling the need for sleep. I lower my eyes from the warrior as if shamed. "A long climb up and up it is to reach our tribe!" says Left-hand Bow. "That a good thing. Our Mountain protects us from enemies below." I peer into the warrior's eyes with much gratitude. My hand reaches for his broad shoulder and squeezes it. He nods with understanding. "Sleep by fire, boy named Willow Bird. Dream good things." The warrior goes to his sleeping mat against the far wall. I lay myself over the soft dirt. The fire warms the front of me. I notice that my backside is still chilled by the cold mountain air. Where is Big Horn? I could use his warm arms around me now. Something soft brushes against my back. I turn to see the warrior standing over me with something long and dark in his hands. It's a buffalo skin. He covers my body with it. "Take care to not catch it with fire," asks the warrior. "I thank you, Left-hand Bow." The man grins. "It is good to hear your voice." I'm only a moment puzzled by the warrior's words. Yes. I have been acting as a bad guest by only nodding my head at his earlier questions. The warrior settles over his sleeping mat. I yawn again. My body warms under the heavy buffalo skin. The fire pops and hisses with the familiarity of my mother's tipi. My eyes close but sleep alludes me. My thoughts fly back to the Kalinlepi Tribe, my home. It's been four nights since I left Song Bird. I wonder if the bear's claw wounds over that boy's butt have closed. Wa-sa-ba's spirit has been driven away by our shaman so that my young friend can heal. I'm feeling some guilt for not having stayed at the boy's side. Will he be angered by my absence? My weary body settles into the soft dirt. The buffalo hide is drawn over my shoulders to keep me warm. I try clearing my head of troubling thoughts. They keep popping in. An idea comes of how to trick myself to sleep. I reach into my front flap and coax a growth to my dick. My head fills with all my lusty moments of touching boys. I recall my earliest memory. A boy named Broken Bow from this tribe had been visiting with our People. I was nine at the time. This older boy had taken me into the woods to compare our male bodies. He showed me how to handle my erection for pleasure. Broken Bow's pulling over my long pole could only get me to feel sharp thrills. Nothing came out. As a boy of thirteen, he proved that his hairy loins could. I was surprised to watch his thick squirts falling at our feet. A grin comes to my face in rememberance. Six years have passed since that long ago day. Broken Bow would now be the same age as my lover and he would have a man's name. I've returned to his tribe for a visit. I wonder if he continues to enjoy lusty games with boys or is there a squaw in his lodge? I gently finger my balls to tickle them. Their skin is tight and moist to my touch. I bring up more lust-filled thoughts. A memory returns to me that was more for pride than enjoying a body's excitement. Something I had only performed once and will likely never do again. I was eleven and swimming with a girl a little older than myself in the muddy river. Her naughty pulling had discovered that I wasn't of age to come out yet. That had pleased her. She laid over me on the river bank to get my stiff pole into her front opening. Our joining was for her pleasure. I don't remember feeling any thrills from it. It was the only time that my dick had stuck into a female. My face grimaces at the thought. I'd rather put my sperm into a boy's rear opening or allow my butt to be stuck into as if I were a squaw! The thrills are building in my body. My pullings over the thick skin of my dick is feeling nice. I'm kept from the quickening part by my great weariness. My legs ache from all our climbing this day. I search for more sweet memories to fill my head. A recent one comes to mind. Day Rabbit was trying on my breechclout over his small body while I was taking a swim in the river. I found him on the bank, his body excited in a male way. My hand offered the youth a 'growing up' rite to speed along his maturity. Day Rabbit was eager for it. After handling his finger-sized pole, my mouth brought the boy to his first thrills. He had nothing in his little balls to offer me to drink. I pulled over my long dick and came to his body much to his surprise. My gifted seed was spread over his erection and small balls. Its slipperiness allowed my hand to bring Day Rabbit to enjoy more thrills as a young boy. I'm close to feeling my thrills as a man. I slow my hand's efforts. It wouldn't do well for me to wet my breechclout! My head feels ready for sleep. My troubled thoughts have been chased away by lustful ones. I drop my hand at my side and allow sleep to take me. Dark naked men are chasing me and Big Horn up the mountain pass. Our legs ache from the long chase. In my hands, Pai-alucia has turned into a huge shaggy beast. He trumpets with fear. The hunters throw spears at him and my butthole feels penetration! A sharp urging from my bladder awakens me. My strange dream fades in my head. I reach into my breechclout and feel over my moist dick. My quick pulls over the thick skin brings me much pleasure. There's a sweeter thrill that comes from handling a hard dick aching with its need to piss. My head becomes heavy and I nearly fall asleep if it weren't for the dull pain from my bladder. I hear my mother stirring. My lusty rubbing ends so that I won't be given any embarrassment from her discovery. I remember my reason for waking and rise up from the dirt. My body feels heavy from something shaggy laying over me. I toss it away without much thought. My head is half asleep. I stumble around in a tipi that seems very wrong. The doorway is found. I pull on its long flap and enter the night. My body becomes chilled! My head clears from the cold and I remember where I am. I walk past the strange lodges until finding a place to urinate by some trees. The air is crisp like winter time. It's a wonder to me since I know that the valleys below are still in summer! How do these Mountain People put up with such cold? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- {End of file: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-1 Story continues in: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-2}