-------------------------------------------------------------------------
    BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-5                        "Brave Willow Bird"
    (Part #5 of 9)                              Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
    -------------------------------------------------------------------------

       "To show weakness before others is shameful, Sings-to-the-birds, but
    when alone or with a lover it's alright." I shoo the troubled brave. Big
    Horn turns from us to put some more logs over the fire. Their loud popping
    is soothing to our hearts.

       The brave finds his strength again. He pulls lightly out of my embrace
    to look at me with new eyes. I see the wonder in his face.

        "You know many good things," says Sings-to-the-birds.

       I turn to Big Horn and answer, "that man has taught me well. He can show
    you the path to the Mahyee-na. After its embracing, your body will learn
    how best to satisfy men and allow you to find someone to love as I have
    with this fine warrior."

    (Sings-to-the-birds lowers his eyes at Willow Bird's words. He has already
    found a measure of love for this boy. Big Horn has allowed its expression
    for a time and that brings him joy. A small guilt tugs at his heart though.)

       "Are you sure that I won't be standing between your love?" he asks the
    warrior. "I admit my interest to take Willow Bird into my arms but not if
    any harm comes to you because of it."

      Big Horn laughs. "I welcome the rest!" he answers. "Willow Bird makes for
    a wild and restless lover. My body need to recover from his love blows."

       My arms cross over my chest in feigned anger. The two men turn to me
    with knowing smiles so I cast away my acting. I join into their laughter.
    Big Horn comes up behind me with his long arms reaching around my chest. I
    sigh with contentment when my lover's hands lock over my breast.

       I'm his boy. The warmth of our bodies is nice to share. Against my butt,
    I feel the growth of the man's big horn. He'll soon be in need to stick it
    in me! I hump my cheeks against his hairy groin to signal my willingness
    to be fucked. The man whispers something humerous in my ear first.

       "You mistook that young man's arms for my own this morning."

       I glance at Sings-to-the-birds. He hasn't caught my lover's soft words.
    Yet the morning benefit had been his. Our bodies joined like lovers though
    no wet ending for him in my ass. I'm a little angry at Big Horn for having
    traded places with the brave. It surprises me that I hadn't noticed the
    difference.

       I spread my legs to open my butt to the man's need. Big Horn's cock
    slips between my cheeks and presses against my slimy hole. I'm already
    filled with a boy's seed from last evening. I back onto my lover's curved
    dick in want of coaxing this man's seed to enter me as well.

       After a moment's reluctance, Big Horn's cock penetrates me. His big
    size makes me gasp in pain. Its length slips deep through my butthole and
    makes us one. The thrilling feel from our body's joining gets my own dick
    to rise.

       This warrior's fit to my body is tighter and more filling than the
    young brave's dick earlier. I should have noticed this difference when
    taking Sings-to-the-birds into my asshole. My ear is nibbled on by the
    loving man.

       "Being joined to your flesh," breathes Big Horn, "makes it difficult to
    stop myself from making love to you! I want my seed to flow but my body
    will be much needed for tonight's rite..."

       I reach up my chest for Big Horn's hands. My hands lock over his to
    prevent the separation of our naked bodies. The feel of his curved dick in
    me is a deep fulfillment to my lusty heart. It brings me much joy.

       Sings-to-the-birds comes to stand at our side. I notice his rising male
    excitement. There's a longing on the brave's face that tells me how he
    shares in our joy. His arms open as if to embrace it for himself.

       I feel a sadness for Sings-to-the-birds. There's no one for him to hold
    onto as his love mate. It makes him very lonely. I silently vow to myself
    to keep my eyes open for someone this young man can love. Someone Mahyee-na.

       A brightness comes into the eyes of Sings-to-the-birds. He raises his
    hands around Big Horn and myself and the lodge fills with his sweet song:

       "I sing to praise thee, bird in the willow. So happily perched in your
    tree of oaken strength. His branches hold you. Keeps you safe. Your sweet
    love song fills the forest with music. Oh, Willow Bird!"

       I nod at Sings-to-the-birds' song. His words describe exactly how I'm
    feeling in my lover's arms. My heart is big enough for two. I loosen my
    hands and reach them out to the young brave. He eagerly comes into our warm
    embrace. Our hard dicks touch. Big Horn's hands grip the man's shoulders
    over mine.

       "I thank you for your song, Sings-to-the-birds. They were true words."

       The young brave nods his head in acceptance. "I'm thankful for your
    arms around me, Willow Bird. Big Horn's too! I'm grateful for being
    allowed to join into your love for a time. This night, I too will become
    Mahyee-na."

       My heart soars like an eagle for this young man. His misguided path has
    taken a good turn by joining with us. I hold the brave closer to my chest
    like a long-lost brother. He responds by rubbing his dick over mine. I
    welcome the building thrills from the front of my body. My butt humps to
    coax a rear pleasuring. Will my warrior respond?

       A slow pounding is felt in my body. Big Horn's motion through my hole?
    No. A drum's low voice is heard in my ears. I glance up through the
    lodge's smoke holes for the white glow coming down from them. My belly
    rumbles with hunger.

       "It's morning," Big Horn announces. "The chief of this tribe has
    invited Willow Bird and me to sweat with him. I'll ask if you can join us
    as well, Sings-to-the-birds. It's a way to purify our bodies for the
    up-coming rite."

       After the warrior's announcement, our bodies pull apart. Big Horn's
    arms fall from Sings-to-the-birds' shoulders and his long cock slips out
    of my butthole without having spilt in it. The slow rubbing of the brave's
    cock over mine ends. I find myself alone. My sweaty body feels chilled by
    the air.

       We search for our breechclouts on the floor. Big Horn ties mine around
    my waist. His hand weighs my sacred bundle tied to my belt with a
    surprising look in his eyes. I lower my eyes to the ground and remain
    silent about it.

       Big Horn wraps his long cloth around his waist, dropping the rear end of
    it to fully cover his rear end. It's not like him to hide his butt. I recall
    his words from last night. No sex for the two men because of this night's
    rite. It brings a smile to my face when I think of all the disappointed men
    in this tribe who won't be able to stick in my lover this day.

       Sings-to-the-birds waits for us by the lodge door. We go to him. When
    leaving, I notice that a new man guards the entrance. A brave by his lack
    of head feathers. He nods his head when we pass by.

       "Willow Bird, can you go to the smoking racks and ask the women for two
    handfuls of jerky?" asks Big Horn. "Bring it to Deep-roots-that-whisper.
    And remind him about our rite this evening. See that the things I'll be
    needing from him have been prepared."

       I nod my head in acceptance. Sings-to-the-birds gives me a hard look.
    Does he know about the red capped mushroom that Big Horn and him will be
    taking for the rite? I have felt its power!

       "Where will you be?" I ask.

       "At the sweat lodge by the river," answers Big Horn. "We'll be
    assisting Frozen Finger and the others to heat the stones for our sweat."

       I touch Big Horn's shoulder to signal my understanding. My sly grin is
    aimed at Sings-to-the-birds to put some fear into him about tonight's rite.
    "I'm sure that the shaman has all the things you've asked of him in
    readiness for the ritual. It was my charm that had loosened that old man's
    hand around his power to flow into yours. Will this young brave be able to
    endure its unleashing? We will find out tonight!"

       I'm given a stern look by Big Horn while Sings-to-the-birds hides
    himself behind a plain face. My words have avenged myself upon the brave.
    I turn from the two men in a run. My feet take me past the many lodges to
    find the smoking racks.

       I sniff the air. There's much smoke in the wind from all the smoldering
    fire pits in the lodges. At night, the cold air is thick with it! These
    Mountain People must burn a lot of wood to keep themselves warm.

       I get a whiff of meat and track it. My stomach rumbles to remind me of
    my hunger. The lodges end when I enter a bloody clearing. Women are
    scraping strange animal hides of curly white hair. The hooved baa-haas?
    Long strips of their flesh are hung over the wooden racks to smoke. My
    mouth waters.

       I spy our deer skins stretching over some tied wooden brackets. They've
    already been scraped of hair and brain soaked. A few more days of drying
    will be needed to tan them properly, I realize with glea. Time enough for
    me to mingle with the men and boys of this tribe in my lusty pursuits!

       A stack of dried venison is found on the ground. There are no other
    deer being prepared so it's safe to assume that this meat is ours. I reach
    down for two handfuls of it.

       "Ah, what are you doing?" asks an old squaw.

       "I'm Willow Bird. Is this not the meat from our two deer that Big Horn
    had brought you to be smoked?"

       "You his boy?" she asks wispfully.

    (The squaw looks over the half-naked boy with her keen eyes. No shirt or
    moccasins. He has a girl's long flowing hair that reaches down his sun
    darkened back to an uncovered butt. A sly gleam fills her eyes. She has
    heard stories about these kind of men.)

       "A she-male?" the woman asks. "Squawman; take your meat to husband."

       I slowly nod my head while puzzling through the woman's words. The
    strange accent of these People and their arrangement of words make it
    difficult to fully understand their thinking behind what's said. It
    didn't sound like a compliment for me.

       The squaw's long stare reminds me of my near-nakedness; it gives me
    some embarrassment. I try putting it out of mind. My hands take a firm
    hold of two bundles of jerky and I bring it to my chest while leaving the
    rest behind. I'm not given a further challenge when I turn from the old
    woman and walk away. I feel her eyes over my backside though.

       I nibble over a long piece of jerky. Big Horn's words return to me; no
    food or sex is to be taken because of tonight's rite. I don't think that
    I'm included in their restriction. The smoked venison is too delicious to
    ignore.

       I pass many women and children at play in my search of the shaman's
    lodge. The girls giggle at my passing and avert their eyes. When I walk
    into a boys' game of rolling hoop, they pause from tossing their sticks to
    tease me. One youth aims his stick at my butt as if to throw it. I twirl
    around to protect my hole from getting pierced. This gets all the boys
    giggling and my laughter joins to theirs.

       The warriors and braves are scarce. Are they out hunting and performing
    the usual tasks that men do or are they relaxing in the peace and quiet of
    the big lodge? I don't know. These People are more slower paced than my own.
    Food seems to be in abundance from seeing the fat faces of their children.
    Their mountain protects them from an enemy's surprise attack. More time
    can be spent in pursuing other things like crafting fine pottery.

       I come to the shaman's painted lodge. My call is answered by the old
    man's cracked voice bidding me to enter. I find Deep-roots-that-whisper
    in the arms of his young boy. Sah-omb gives me a bright grin.

       "I've brought the two handfuls of smoked venison that Big Horn has
    promised you."

       "Very good, Willow Bird. Drop it over that sack at my side."

       My arms release the hard sticks of jerky from my chest. I sit down
    around the fire at the old man's bidding. His boy has a flushed face. A
    long pole stands up against Sah-omb's belly. It makes me grin.

       "Are you often drinking of the boy's youthfulness?" I ask.

       Deep-roots-that-whisper laughs. "Do you not drink water every morning?"

       I giggle at the old man's clever answer. A pleasant growth fills the
    front flap of my breechclout. I pull it from my belt to show them my male
    response. My dick is quick to lift up against my hairy groin.

       Sah-omb leaps from the shaman's lap to stand before me. There's a grin
    on his young face. A lightning bolt strikes my heart by his willingness
    for sex. My hands reach out to capture his soft body.

       I draw the young boy to my face. His pole is still erected so my mouth
    opens in want of its sweet drink. The youth eagerly sticks inside me. My
    hands reach around for his warm butt. It wiggles when I take his quick
    stabs.

       My nose presses against Sah-omb's smooth groin. I take in his lime
    smelling skin of sweat and boy sweetness. My chin feels the gentle slapping
    of his balls. It brings my heart much joy to be satisfying this boy of his
    sexual urges and desire for thrills. His young body surges with power.

       My own lust builds in me like an angry bear! After drinking from this
    boy's loins, I'm going to be needing to come out myself. A man's act to show
    this youth a more intimate love making that can be done between two males.

       My long hair is gripped. Sah-omb pulls over the back of my head to make
    deeper stabs through my mouth. He seems very experienced at getting sucked.
    I wonder what other love acts this boy has been taught?

       A sharp exhale! The youth gasps for another breath and holds it in
    him. I feel his belly tremble from sexual excitement. His pole must be
    giving him good thrills to enjoy. I tighten my lips around his sliding
    erection. When my tongue brushes against his swollen knob, I'm gifted
    with his release.

       Sah-omb cries out in his boyish high-pitched voice. I feel the gushing
    of his watery cum in my mouth. Only a small sip from his loins though. The
    old man has already taken the first and larger swallow of boy this morning.

       The youth's hands loosen from my hair. His pole slips from my mouth
    with a sticky strand of my saliva breaking against his belly. I stare
    into his sparkling eyes. My swallow brings his youthfulness into my very
    being. It is a gift to have this young boy's seed in my belly.

       Sah-omb lowers his eyes to my hard dick. He grins with great
    anticipation. Before he can drop his face into my lap for a drink of my
    loins, I turn his body around in my strong hands. My mouth goes to his
    small pale butt.

       I kiss over the boy's softness there. My small bites get him to gasp
    out; not from pain since I wouldn't do anything to hurt Sah-omb. No. He
    trembles from the tickly sensation that my lips bring him. I mouth deeper
    through his ass.

       My tongue follows the downward crack of Sah-omb's butt until finding
    his small hole. I lick over its bitter flavor. My nose fills with the
    boy's sharp butt odor. It fills me with utter lust! My dick pains me to
    get inside it.

       I grip the boy's hips and lower his body to my lap. My hands prevent
    him from getting away. His little butt impales itself on my long cock.
    Sah-omb allows it? I look to the shaman for his reaction though.

       Deep-roots-that-whisper nods his head. He doesn't seem surprised that I
    desire to fuck his little boy. The slimy tight warmth of Sah-omb's butthole
    comes around my dick. It's a slow fitting of our bodies. When the boy's
    slim shoulders press against my chest, I realize that we've become one.

       It surprises me. My dick is a big one and this boy has a small hole. I
    look down at our lusty connection. Sah-omb is sitting fully in my lap. My
    dark groin hair crunches against his pale butt. My cock is buried deep
    inside it. He wanted my penetration! This youth must have been fucked
    before.

       Sah-omb bounces over my long cock to drive it through his little butt.
    I moan out from the wonderfully tight feel of his ass that I'm fucking. My
    butt humps against the dirt. I stab my cock deep through this boy's hole.
    My lips find his soft neck and I suck over it as if he were my lover.

       The old man watches our lusty performance with interest. I ignore his
    curious stares. My wild sex with this sweet boy is rushing me towards
    climax. The building thrills from my dick are tremendous; I don't think
    that they can be held back for too long. My shallow breaths try to break
    their swift pace so that I can enjoy a longer fuck of boy.

       I think back to when I had a similar joining with Song Bird in the
    river. He was also sitting in my lap like this youth. My dick got inside
    him for a quick fuck. A thing that wasn't planned yet I went ahead to
    rape the boy. Our brief joining was painful for Song Bird and it angered
    him. My silver ring came to my friend afterwards to win his forgiveness.

       Sah-omb wants my dick in him! He's a sweet boy of Song Bird's age that
    brings a strong bonding to our flesh. Some guilt comes to me that I enjoy
    sticking in a boy's ass more than fucking my warrior lover. A thing that I
    shouldn't be allowing to happen.

       My cock tingles in warning. I stab it deeply through the boy's tight
    hole to cum in him. Really strong squirts! My cries of joy come as a
    satisfaction to my lust for boys. It drains from my body with my seed.

       My loud breaths fill the shaman's lodge. Our bodies slow against each
    other after lust's spell is done. The boy's small hands try pulling my arms
    from around his chest that I'm clutching. I loosen my hold. Sah-omb slowly
    lifts himself from my lap. My swollen cock feels the boy's tight hole
    muscles clinging around it. I pull out of his butt with a sucking sound.

       I lift my reluctant eyes to the boy's. Are his filled with anger like
    Song Bird's after I had raped him? Sah-omb gives me a mischievious grin
    instead. It offers my heart a relief.

       I'm surprised by Sah-omb's sudden hug. His small body has dropped over
    my chest with his arms wrapping my back. I feel tears rising in my eyes
    from this youth's gift of self. Our embrace is a long one.

       "Your joining was good?" asks Deep-roots-that-whisper.

       I turn to the shaman with some embarrassment. "Yes. Your boy has given
    my body much satisfaction but my heart is in pain."

       "Why?" the old man asks.

       "I enjoyed it too much... And my love should only be given to Big Horn!"

       The shaman slowly nods his head in understanding. "You are Mahyee-na so
    offering your body to other males is an accepted thing; yes? Men stick into
    your butt as you've done with Sah-omb. The boy wanted your seed in him."

       "I shouldn't be having sex with boys. I'm bonded to my warrior lover."

       "Do you love my boy in the way you are with Big Horn?" asks the shaman.

       I turn to Sah-omb with my eyes to study him. The youth dances around
    the fire and slaps over his butt like a proud hunter. He has captured my
    sperm in him but did he also take my heart? No. Our body's joining was
    done from lust. My feelings for this boy is one of growing friendship and
    a sharing of pleasure only.

       I lower my head in shame. The shaman's words bring me an understanding
    but it's troubling to my heart. Why can't I enjoy sex with Big Horn as
    much as I do with a boy?

       "Your spirit is like a man's that I know," says Deep-roots-that-whisper.
    "He too embraces young males with great lust. No man or woman interests
    him so he turns to boys for sexual relief. It's an accepted thing by our
    tribe since he's a great warrior. He performs the growing-up rite for
    fatherless boys and they in turn satisfy his needs."

       "Who is he?"

       The shaman smiles. "Go to the mens' big lodge tomorrow afternoon and
    you will see him perform."

       Sah-omb ends his naked dancing to sit heavily in the shaman's lap. Some
    pain enters the boy's eyes; his butt must be hurting him. Low words are
    spoken between them. My name is mentioned. It has me wishing that I could
    understand what they say.

       I find my front flap and fold it over my belt. My butt-stained dick is
    covered from sight. I check my knife and sacred bundle to be sure that
    they're secure. The old man speaks to me.

       "Sah-omb has asked me to thank you for your gift of seed," announces
    the shaman. "He hopes that it will grow strong in his body to make of him
    a man."

       "Is he in much pain... for what I had done in giving it to him?"

       "His discomfort will pass. Sah-omb endured your big dick's ride so
    that he could get your seed very deep into his body," the shaman
    explains. "He wants his clear releases to turn thick like a man's."

       The shaman's words bring up a question in me which I speak. "Have you
    also been trying... to empower the boy with your manhood?" I drop my eyes
    to the ground because of my boldness.

       "My loins have dried up as I've told you," the shaman answers. "I may
    drink of Sah-omb's loins but I've not stuck myself in his butt. No seed to
    give him."

       "Someone has."

       The old man only nods. He remains silent to my unspoken question. If
    not Deep-roots-that-whisper, which man then? I can see from the shaman's
    plain face that he won't be telling me.

       I rise from the dirt to give the two my farewell. Sah-omb waves his
    hand at me. I return his gesture and pull open the door flap. My sweaty
    body is chilled outside by the mountain air. I gulp in breaths of it. My
    legs act strangely and threaten to buckle from under me. I steady myself
    against the shaman's lodge poles.

       When my weakness has passed, I slowly make my way through the lodges.
    The strong scented trees come into view. I follow the stone path through
    them to find the river. Big Horn and I had come upon the sweat lodge
    yesterday morning. I should be able to find my way back to it.

       The stone path goes on and on. I find the fallen tree beside it and I
    recall my waking dream of four rising mountain peaks and a fallen oak. It
    brings a deep sense of dread to me. I run down the path to escape it.

       The smell of death fills my nose. I slow my pace to honor those who
    sleep here. My eyes can't pull away from their sad wooden beds raised up
    from the ground. It's a familiar practice of my own People. Why then do I
    feel drawn to walk amongst them in search of someone?

       My feet continue down the path. My heart lightens when I hear the roar
    of water. The stone path ends. I enter the river while lifting up my front
    flap. A boy's butt stain covers the skin of my penis so I clean it to keep
    Big Horn from discovering what I had done.

       I follow the river up in search of the lone sweat lodge. The voices of
    men come into my ears to guide me. I find them tending a fire. Round stones
    are placed in the fire's embers to heat them. Big Horn calls me to him.

       I rush into my warrior's arms like a lost boy. My feelings of guilt rise
    in my heart for what I had done with a boy and it chokes me. My breaths
    become rushed as if I'm in great fear. I didn't mean to betray his love!

       "You went by way of the burial grounds to come here?" asks Big Horn.

       I silently nod at my lover's words though that wasn't the reason for my
    show of weakness. I swallow heavily in my throat. My face turns plain to
    hide myself when I pull out of Big Horn's arms to face him.

       "Ah, Busy Bee. These water skins need filling," says Frozen Finger. (He
    hands Willow Bird several empty bladders and points to the river.)

       I'm glad for the brave's interruption. A smile comes to my face in
    recognition of this man. He had spied on our love making at Spirit Lake a
    few days ago. The chief's son. I take his water skins and do as I'm bidden.

       The other men are busy with tasks of their own. Other than heating the
    round stones for our sweat, dried sage buds are pulled from their stalks
    to collect in a bowl. A warrior inspects the lodge's roof skins to ensure
    that they are tight and without holes.

       I stand in the cold running water to fill each of my water skins. A man
    enters the river to join me. It's Sings-to-the-birds. There's a sad look
    on his face so I ask him what's wrong.

       "I may not be able to join into the sweat," answers Sings-to-the-birds.
    "It seems that there are too many men already invited to the sweat lodge.
    A warrior's place in it goes before a young brave like myself."

       I count the number of men on the bank; more than two handfuls of bodies
    to fit inside that small lodge. It seems that our sweat will be crowded.
    Yet I'm puzzled by Sings-to-the-birds' disappointment and voice it.

       "Why not wait until a warrior leaves from the heat?" I ask. "You can
    then take his place in the sweat lodge."

       "It's not done that way," answers the brave. "All the men go in and they
    partake of the sweat rite together. It's a show of weakness for a man to
    leave before the others. The chief signals its ending for all of them."

       I nod my head in understanding. "Take my place, Sings-to-the-birds. I'm
    not in great need of a sweat; you're the one being initiated this night!"

       The brave shakes his head. "A chief has invited you, Willow Bird. It
    would show a lack of respect on your part to deny his invitation."

       I turn to Sings-to-the-birds and sadly nod my head. He shrugs his
    shoulders in dismay. We're called back to the lodge by Big Horn. I lift up
    my heavily filled skins and turn towards the bank. The brave follows me.

       Frozen Finger takes the water skins from my hands. He places them at
    the lodge's doorway. A man carries a heated stone from the embers with
    the use of two sticks tied at one end. He enters the sweat lodge to
    deposit it. More hot stones are fetched in that same careful manner.

       Big Horn comes to my side. He unties his long breechclout from around
    his waist and gestures for me to bare myself as well. I look around at the
    other men with my careful glances.

       Warriors and braves are removing their breechclouts and shirts.
    Moccasins come off their feet. Their clothes are laid out over the
    ground. Naked, we place our breechclouts with them. I notice their pale
    bodies when compared to Big Horn's and mine. We've been much browned by
    the sun in the valleys.

       The men of this tribe reveal other differences. I look at their rounded
    butts and see how their upper legs reveal much strength. That's probably
    because of all their mountain climbing. I remember how my legs had ached
    after our long climb up.

       I look at all the mens' dicks. Even in their limp state, I notice the
    differences between them. Some are long and thin. One warrior has a thickly
    skinned cock but of short length like a boy's. I wonder if it changes to a
    long snake when becoming hard?

       Big Horn has a nice size. His cock is erecting in excitement because of
    the mens' display. I've not stood with so many naked bodies in one place
    before. It fills my head with lusty images; like having my butt stuck into
    by a line of needing men to fill up my hole with lots of sperm! I allow my
    dick to grow without feeling embarrassment.

       My lustful day dreaming is interrupted by a man's loud voice. Chief
    Climbs-over-the-mountain lifts his arms to the sky. He voices a prayer
    unto the Great Spirit.

       "I call upon Your blessing, Wah-Conda. We seek to purify our bodies
    through an endurance of heat. Our spirits hope to rise high in the sky to
    share in Your wisdom. May it be so!"

      The men briefly pound their chests. A bowl of dried sage is passed around
    to rub over naked bodies. Big Horn tends to my body with the fragrant herbs
    and I rub it over his arms, chest, back and legs. Sings-to-the-birds stands
    apart from us with a sad look. His breechclout is still worn.

       The chief stands at the lodge's entrance to welcome his guests inside.
    One man enters at a time once the chief has slapped over his butt. I don't
    understand the significance of that rite. Big Horn goes in before me.

       When my butt is slapped by the old chief, I kneel through the doorway
    and take my place at Big Horn's side. The dirt feels cold against my
    bottom. My face and chest are warmed from the stones piled in the middle
    of the lodge. A water skin is passed around. The men drink from it and
    they wet their hair and faces.

       The sweat lodge is soon filled with naked men. Our bodies are pressed
    together in a circle around the piled stones sunk in the ground. Chief
    Climbs-over-the-mountain is the last to enter to take his place by the
    door. He speaks to Big Horn.

       "It's as I feared... There is no space for your friend."

       I find Sings-to-the-birds sticking his head in through the door. A look
    of disappointment fills his face. He can see that the sweat lodge is filled
    with naked men sitting closely together. I'm pressed between Big Horn and
    another warrior. No more room can be made.

       I notice Big Horn's hard cock. Its curved length sticks away from his
    belly and I'm not surprised by his growth. Between my legs, my erection has
    formed from sitting with a handful of naked men! As Mahyee-na, we're not
    embarrassed by our show of male excitement. An idea comes to me.

       "Big Horn, let me sit in your lap. My space can be given to the brave!"

       My lover looks around for any objection. There is none. I lift my butt
    from the ground and move myself between Big Horn's legs. His arms bring me
    into his lap. Sings-to-the-birds drops his breechclout and rubs the dried
    sage over his body in a rush. He doesn't want to lose this opportunity.

       "Close the door," commands Chief Climbs-over-the-mountain.

       Sings-to-the-birds enters the lodge while pulling down the heavy door
    flap. He sits at our side in the darkness. My eyes fill with the glow from
    the pile of heated stones. There's much anticipation in me for the sweat.

       "Since we have guests," says the old chief, "I will explain our rite of
    sweating. To the boy especially are my words directed at! Men have come
    together to this lodge for a purification of our bodies from heat. It must
    be endured until I give the word to end it.

       "For some, a gift of vision may be given you from the Great Spirit! A
    thing that must not be revealed to others... Let the sweat begin!"

       There's a sharp hissing sound. The lodge fills with hot steam that
    burns my face and chest. I recall the chief's warning and endure it like
    a man. The heat grows. My breath fills with it. When I think that it can't
    get any hotter, someone pours more water over the stones. Big Horn's arms
    tighten around my body to steady my growing uneasiness.

       "A test, Willow Bird."

       I harken to Big Horn's whispered words in my ear. My face presses
    against my lover's chest to escape the steam. My breaths come in pained
    gasps. The heat builds up in the sweat lodge almost beyond tolerance!

       Something cold pours down my face. It brings a much-needed relief to my
    burning breaths. I drink some of the water before the skin is handed to
    another man. My face presses into Big Horn's chest and I suck on his
    hardening nipple. It helps to take my mind from the great heat.

       My monedo hands me a burning stick. I take its glowing point into my
    hand and grip it in pain. It's burning up my palm! Big Horn watches my
    reaction so I only give him a plain face to see. The man give me his nod
    of approval.

       I smile in fond rememberance of that long-ago day. At the age of
    eleven, my monedo had tested my endurance of pain. Big Horn rewarded me
    with a breechclout to wear afterwards. No longer would I run around naked
    since my passage as an older boy had been won.

       More hissing of water fills the lodge. Hot steam comes to burn our
    bodies. I smell sweat from all the naked men sitting around us. It's a
    lusty scent in my nose! My dick is long from it and because of the heat.

       Some cold water is poured over my head. My lover is taking good care
    of me so that I won't shame myself in front of the other men. I'm trying
    to endure the heat like one of them yet my breaths come in pained gasps.

       I feel Big Horn's hand over my dick. He clutches it and begins a
    familiar motion over its stiffness. Against my butt, I feel the man's
    hardness. He makes small rubbing stabs through its cheeks.

       The darkness inside the lodge prevent others from seeing what we do. I
    welcome Big Horn's offer to pleasure me. It takes my mind from the burning
    heat. My cock builds with thrills. They're nice to feel in the hand of my
    warrior. I hump my butt to get his cock in deeper through my ass. Yet the
    man prevents our lusty connection for a fuck.

       There are pained gasps from some of the men around us. To hear their
    distress gives me the courage to endure. It's an honor that I've been
    invited to join with them. A boy isn't expected to keep up with the men in
    such rites so I'll try to prove that I'm one of them.

       I gasp in pain. Not from the heat but a telling stab into my hole! My
    humping has finally managed to get Big Horn's reluctant cock to fill me.
    I lean forward to get the man in deeper through my ass. My hands push over
    his legs to lift myself fully into his lap. My cheeks slip over his sweaty
    body.

       Big Horn's legs surge under me. He drives his long cock through my ass
    in a surrendering to his lust to fuck me. His hand around my dick continues
    to pleasure me. The thrills are nice to feel yet I task myself to the
    man's need to come out. My butt humps over his slippery lap to aid with
    his in and out motion through my body. He moans out as if in great agony.

       Someone's curious hand touches us. The man explores the motion of our
    rubbing bodies and when coming to my long dick, he joins Big Horn's
    pulling over it. A smile comes to my face. It's Sings-to-the-birds who
    joins into our love making. I reach my hand out to find his dick.

       I'm not surprised to discover that it's hard. I explore its length
    before beginning my pulls over it. Sings-to-the-birds moans. He humps his
    butt over the dirt to stab through my clenched fingers. My dick sticks
    through the hands of two men and stabs when my butt humps over Big Horn's
    lap while he fucks me.

       Our moans from sex is joined by the sharp exhales of men enduring the
    sweat rite. If they were to pull over themselves, it would take their minds
    from the great heat while offering their bodies a nice male release. A
    sweat is done to purify flesh by sweating out the poisons. A hand over
    one's cock performs a similar rite; the releasing of lust from the body.

       Big Horn's mouth comes to my neck and sucks over it. I feel the
    blowing of his breaths through his nose. They cool my skin. When he bites
    me, I tighten my ringed muscles to give the man a tight place to push
    through with his cock. It brings about the expected consequence. He gasps
    from the powerful squirts he's experiencing deep inside my butthole.

       The building thrills from my dick get me to cry out. Big Horn's tight
    hand around my erection slows. He doesn't want me to come out yet? I gasp
    for breath and lay my weary head against the man's chest. His sweat runs
    down my face.

       I drink from the man's body. It reminds me of our strange rite of taking
    urine into our mouths. The man's sweat is saltier and less satisfying to my
    thirst. I mouth over his breast for more. This gets the man's belly to
    quiver as if he feels tickled.

       Big Horn resumes to rub over my dick. A slow pulling to allow me some
    thrills but not enough to get me to come out. I softly moan against his
    chest. My breaths come quickly through my mouth as if I were in a long run.

       My dick explodes! I cry out a boy's ecstasy from feeling intense thrills
    at cumming. My squirts fill Sings-to-the-birds' cupped hand. I continue to
    pull over the brave's cock to get him to seed with us.

       My surging dick is let go. I wonder what the brave has done with my
    cum so my hand reaches out to him in the darkness. I've found his arm. My
    hand follows it up to his mouth. He's eating of my seed!

       Sings-to-the-birds drops his spermy hand down to his groin. He resumes
    to masturbate himself. I cup the end of his dick to catch his flow when it
    comes out. I'm wanting a drink from his loins as he had done from mine.

       Big Horn pushes me out of his lap. I feel the pulling of his cock from
    my tight hole with disappointment. I had wanted to keep our connection for
    the duration of the sweat. My body is given over to Sings-to-the-birds.

       My butt is impaled by that brave's hard cock. It's an easy penetration
    because of the slippery cum in it from my first fuck. His arms come around
    my belly to keep me from escaping. I welcome his urgent male stabs.

       To deepen the brave's thrills, I tighten and loosen my ringed butthole
    muscles in time with his in and out stabs. The young man gasps from my
    trick. It brings a smile to my face since I've learned this technique from
    Big Horn. Mine now to pleasure all the men that I'll take into me in the
    days ahead.

       Sings-to-the-birds surprises me by his outcry. A boy's high-pitched
    voice when his seed flows from his body into mine. It mingles with Big
    Horn's deep inside me. A rite of exocist will need to be performed, I
    realize with a proud grin.

       Ours is only a short rest together. I'm pulled away by a man's strong
    hand to sit over another sweaty lap. My ass is penetrated by him. His
    arms lock around my belly when his stabs fill my hole. The darkness
    prevents me from seeing which warrior has the need to fuck me also.

       I groan from the man's powerful thrusts. His is a wild surging of legs
    under my legs and my sweat runs down my body to his. It makes for a
    slippery fucking. I reach under his sweaty thighs to hang on.

       The man takes my long dick in hand. A tight hold of my maleness not to
    pleasure me but to prove that he's not fucking a woman. I bounce over his
    legs to drive his cock deeper through my winking hole. My ringed muscle
    tightening is played around his manhood. It brings about the desired
    effect.

       The man's low growl in my ear signals his release. I try to feel his
    squirts in my ass but my hole is already thick with two men's seedings.
    He's the third man to come in me, I realize with much pride. We aren't
    given any rest together when yet another man takes me away for sexual use.

       My body makes a slow circle in the sweat lodge amongst the horny men. I
    sit over their slippery laps and get fucked. My hole fills with much seed
    from it. A few of the men pass me along to his companion without a joining
    of our bodies. They must only seek satisfaction in their squaws.

       I'm eventually returned to Big Horn. He holds my weary body in his arms
    while the sweat rite continues in the dark lodge. I lay my weary head
    against his chest and go to sleep.

       There are dark billowing clouds all around me. Lightning. A terror
    grips my heart when I see my dear friend Song Bird lying dead at the
    bear's feet! A man's face stares out at me from the bear. Angry, yet
    triumphant... Is it Big Horn?

       The warrior wears the black bear's shape to menace me with a show of
    his power. On his finger is my gifted silver ring to Song Bird. This man
    is trying to steal away my love for that boy!

       Wishing to harm me further, Big Horn tosses the boy's body into the
    river. He approaches me in a man's shape to rape me. I cry out to someone
    in camp to save me but it's night time. Everyone's asleep in their tipis
    and they don't know that I'm in need of their help.

       Big Horn rips away my breechclout with a mocking laugh. He moves
    behind me and sticks into my butt with his fleshy spear. I'm savagely
    fucked. When he bites my neck to mark me as his lover, I fill with great
    hatred for him. The muddy river swallows up Song Bird.

       I raise up my arms to night's sky in terrible anger! I curse Him, the
    Great Spirit for my terrible plight. My hands call upon His lightning
    bolts to strike us both dead! Only silence passes.

       In a glow of white light, I see a strange boy taking up Song Bird into
    his pale arms from the river. His kiss of life is gifted unto my dear
    friend. My heart fills with joy when Song Bird awakens. The boy of sun
    hair walks hand-in-hand into the forest with his new lover. I call out to
    them in anguish to be saving me also.

       Big Horn falls to the ground behind me as if struck. I turn to see
    that a spear shaft is buried deep in his butt. Who had thrust it? A
    warrior comes to stand before me with an eagle's feather in his hair. The
    real Big Horn! His bloodied foot turns over the dead man's body to show me
    that it was the Trickster trying to guise himself as my lover.

       I give my savior a fierce embrace of thanks for having freed me from
    that evil man's curse! Our cocks rub in need for sweet love making. Yet a
    naked boy comes between us. My body reacts more strongly in sex with a
    youth than for my warrior. It fills me with much guilt. Big Horn seems not
    to notice. I hand the boy over to another man to love.

       A coolness is felt over my body. I'm lifted from the dirt to exit the
    sweat lodge into blinding light. Big Horn half carries me to the river. I
    welcome the cold water over my burning flesh but my visions fade.

       My head clears from Big Horn's splashes of water in my face. I look
    around at the other naked men in the river. They too are splashing water
    over each other in a boy's game. Between all of their legs, long cocks
    bounce against their bellies. My butt has felt their power! I'm filled
    with much seed because of it.

       I shake my head in disappointment. No. That was my lustful dreaming of
    men fucking me in the sweat lodge. I stick a finger into my tight hole to
    be sure of it. A difficult entry. No sperm had entered me from the sweating
    men. Not even from my lover. His hand over my dick was a real event but I
    don't think that I had come out from it.

       I turn around to splash water over Big Horn. He has sunk into the
    river to wash his face and hair. When the man comes up for air, I see the
    great relief that he's feeling after his bath. A happiness lights up his
    face. I realize with pride that we've endured the chief's sweat rite! No
    man can say that we of the Mahyee-na aren't as strong as them.

       The men leave the river to dry out in the sun. I count twelve men other
    than Big Horn and myself. Many of them have hard dicks which gives me a
    better comparison of their male bodies to each other. The warrior with the
    thickly skinned cock is still a bit short of reach. He has a boy's length
    even when hard.

       I admire the strength of his body. He's tall and big and makes for an
    impressive warrior. From his lined face, I'd guess that he's in his late
    twenties. There are no feathers in his hair to judge his accomplishments.
    They are laying with his clothes over the ground.

       The warrior has noticed my staring. He gives me a sly grin and lustfully
    peers at my body; I see where his eyes fall on me! My butt tightens as if
    already feeling his thick cock inside it.

       Sings-to-the-birds comes to our side. There's much happiness on his
    face for having joined our sweat. He points at the other men with his hand
    gesture of a lone middle finger. Big Horn smiles at his sign for male
    excitement. My lover and I are also enjoying the proud male display of the
    sun bathing men.

       The warrior with the short thickly skinned dick leaves the other men to
    walk around the far side of the sweat lodge. His need to piss? I notice his
    quick glance in my direction. It makes my body shiver with excitement!

       I feign my need to piss and excuse myself from Big Horn and the brave.
    My approach to the back of the sweat lodge is from another direction. I
    secretly join up with the warrior. His yellow flow wets the ground. I
    casually stand at his side and cross my stream with the man's.

       I startle some when feeling the warrior's hand over my butt. My pissing
    continues after a moment of concentration. I turn my head to stare at the
    man's cock while he pisses. The warrior may have only a boy's length but
    the thick skin to his dick makes for an impressive show of manhood. Its
    brown knob is still tucked inside the shaft.

       Some mischief comes into me. I step in front of the warrior's body as
    he's pissing with my butt opening around his thick cock. The strong flow of
    his urine goes between my cheeks. Hands from the man grip my hips. I spread
    my legs to accommodate our connection.

       A warmth flows down both my legs. The warrior continues to piss with his
    cock sticking through my butt cheeks. I feel its hard knob pressing against
    my hole. His flow goes into me! My hole opens like a thirty mouth to water.
    It surprises me that my body is filling with the man's other flow.

       I gasp out in pain. The warrior shoves his cock into my asshole for a
    fuck. His bladder is empty so the man seeks to empty his balls in me now. I
    try relaxing my ringed muscles to fit in the thick invader. His cock makes
    a slow penetration into my body.

       "I've heard that your butt likes the feel of a man in it," whispers the
    lusty warrior. "I'm the strongest warrior in the tribe. My name is Rock
    Arms. When I saw you staring at my cock, I knew that our bodies would be
    coming together for a mating. You've filled with my yellow water. Prepare
    yourself for my white flow!"

       I turn my head back at Rock Arms. His face shows much humor on it along
    with sexual tension. My hips are pulled on to fit the man's cock all the
    way through my hole. A difficult joining because of his thickness. When I
    feel the man's balls against my butt cheeks, I know that our bodies have
    become one. My hand reaches back for his muscular ass. I pull over it to
    signal my readiness for his thrusts.

       My eyes fill with stars when they begin. The man's motion is powerful
    through my tender butthole. He may be short of reach but the thickness to
    his cock makes for a brutal fuck. I groan out in pain.

       My erection is pulled on. The warrior assures himself that he's stuck
    into a male body. His hands roam up to my chest. He palms over my nipples
    and causes them to harden. My butthole doesn't pain me as much. His use of
    it is of slow in and out stabs. An easy pace for me to endure.

       My feet leave the ground. I flail out my hands in a panic to soften my
    fall yet the ground never comes. The man's strong hands are lifting me up!
    They grip under my armpits to hold my body in the air. He plows into my ass
    with his mighty cock. Sweat runs down our straining bodies.

       "Are you raping that boy?"

       I turn at the voice. It's another warrior who's come here to piss. An
    old man of slim body. His yellow stream hits at our feet since his eyes are
    intent upon us.

       "He likes his butt stuck into," answers Rock Arms. "I had come here to
    piss when this boy backed into my cock. Our bodies make for a nice fit."

       "I see that." The newcomer finishes urinating but stays to watch the
    sexual spectacle. A hardness comes to his cock.

       My body is brutally used. I'm in awe of the warrior's strength to hold
    me up from the ground. His thick cock sticks tightly in my hole but without
    much movement. It's a strange fuck with his hairy groin rubbing against my
    butt cheeks. No in and out stabs through my hole.

       An understanding comes to me. This warrior's cock is short of reach yet
    he fills my hole with his thickness to fuck me. I hope that it will bring
    about his seeding to my body.

       I feel hot breaths against my neck. The warrior is laboring hard to
    satisfy his male sex. I'm like a girl's doll in this man's hands; dangling
    without any control over my body.

       A loud grunt! The warrior's cock hardens in my butthole and stabs me
    like a flint knife. There's a kind of gurgling from it. When the man makes
    another low grunt, I realized that his seed is flowing.

       It's exciting to be able to feel the man's cumming! My body is thirsty
    for its power. I tighten my thighs to keep his cock deep within me. Another
    grunt is heard before I'm lowered back to the dirt.

       The warrior rests with his arms around my stomach. His breaths cool my
    neck. I gently rub my butt against his groin to tickle my wet hole with his
    cock. It's still hard in me.

       "Was it a good sweat?" asks the man at our side.

       A low chuckling is the warrior's reply. "They both were; both inside the
    lodge and out behind it!"

       My high-pitched giggling join the mens' laughter. It ends when I gasp in
    pain when the warrior's cock is pulled from my hole. A deep sense of sexual
    relief is seen on his face. I nod at Rock Arms with much pride. The warrior
    turns from us to go clean his sex-stained body in the river.

       "Are you in need?" I ask the second warrior. My hand slaps over my
    fucked ass in want of another filling.

       "No. I have my squaw for that," he answers. "Tell me, Willow Bird... Do
    you ever stick into a man's butt?"

       I eagerly nod my head in reply. "Big Horn is my lover and we've put much
    seed into each other."

       "Any other?" he asks.

       I'm curious by this warrior's pressing of the matter. Sah-omb comes to
    mind; I've fucked his boy butt. Should I dare boast of it? My gentle head
    nod is my only given reply.

       The old warrior grins. He also goes to the river to join Rock Arms. I'm
    left alone behind the sweat lodge with a feeling of awe. My butt aches me.
    I feel a fullness in my hole from the man's seed. I'll try to keep it
    inside me for as long as I can to gain that warrior's strength.

   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
   {End of file: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-5  Story continues in: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-6}