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    BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-7                        "Brave Willow Bird"
    (Part #7 of 9)                              Copyright 1997 by Vince Water
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       A hand over my shoulder awakens me. It's Big Horn. Sings-to-the-birds
    is standing next to him with a rolled woven mat in his arms. I sit up and
    give a proper greeting to my lover.

       Our hug is a long one. I feel that not many more are to be had between
    us for some reason. I turn to see Sings-to-the-birds giving me a sly
    knowing grin. I stick my tongue out at him.

       "I see that you've persuaded someone to loan us many fine hides,"
    remarks Big Horn. "It must have taken a big favor from you in return."

       "You're right!" I answer him. "And you wouldn't believe me if I were to
    tell you what it was."

       Sings-to-the-birds laughs. "I would! You're a naughty boy that men
    like to take advantage of."

       I rise from the ground and face this brave in anger. The time has come
    to test our strength against one another. He sees my out stretching hands
    in the gesture of a wrestle between us. Big Horn gets out of our way.

       Sings-to-the-birds makes the first lunge. I easily step away from it,
    sending the brave to the ground. He quickly springs up to face me with
    some respect in his eyes.

       I grab hold of the man's right arm. He grips mine. Our feet spin over
    the ground to unbalance each other. I dodge his intent to trip me with his
    left foot and instead of trying that same ploy, I push on his chest
    instead. The brave falls heavily to the ground.

       Big Horn laughs with pride for me. It's very sweet to my ears. The
    young brave isn't amused though. I see the growing anger and disbelief in
    his narrowing eyes. Yet he keeps his emotions in check as a man should.

       Sings-to-the-birds lunges at me and this time I'm taken down to the
    ground under him. My legs are pinned so I can't turn around. The brave
    laughs in triumph. I grip the sides of his body and turn us around. He
    keeps his strong hold of me and keeps our bodies rolling. No one is given
    the top advantage.

       I feel a coldness over my back. In the next moment, we find ourselves
    underwater. We've rolled into Spirit Lake! Our struggling ends when we
    help each other to surface. I giggle at the silly thing we've done. The
    young brave also laughs.

       "Look at the two big fish that I've caught for dinner!" shouts Big Horn.
    (He takes hold of the two men in the lake and brings them out to the bank
    to dry.)

       "Another time," says Sings-to-the-birds.

      I nod my head in agreement. Big Horn releases us so that we can untie our
    breechclouts to wring out the water in them. I notice Sings-to-the-birds'
    erection from our wrestle. Against my belly, my manhood stands tall for him.

       "Dry them over the medicine pole," says Big Horn. "Tonight's rite will
    need your bodies naked."

       "And how about you?" I playfully ask.

       Big Horn sighs. He notices Sings-to-the-birds' hard stare and that gets
    the warrior to loosen his lengthy cloth from around his waist. I take it
    from his hands in triumph. The medicine pole holds three breechclouts. We
    stand naked in the sunset.

       Sings-to-the-birds collects the lodge poles and sticks that they've
    brought here and I find the sack with Many Animals' thongs and skin scraps
    to tie the animal hides with. Big Horn directs the construction. After the
    poles have been buried in the ground, sticks are laid out for the walls.
    We cover them with the heavy animal hides.

       A boy interrupts our work. It's Sah-omb with some things held in his
    small hands. Big Horn takes from him a tall clay pot of liquid, a bowl of
    fresh meat and a wrapped bundle. The youth claps his hands when looking at
    all of our naked bodies.

       I lift Sah-omb's front flap. His hard pole sticks up against his belly
    with pride. I pull over it for a few strokes. This gets the boy's eyes to
    shine. Big Horn comes to us and pulls away my lusty hand from the youth's
    erection. He faces me with concern.

       "We're not initiating this boy tonight!" he scolds.

       I turn to Sah-omb and slap over his little butt. My hand points towards
    the stone path stairs which he runs to. I'm disappointed from not being
    able to get his hard pole to come out. I would have shared its sweet drink
    with the other men.

       We return to our task here. My Wah-hah blade comes in handy to cut up
    thongs. The animal hides are hung over the stick structure and tied with
    the thongs to secure them. Other small adjustments are made to form the
    rounded walls towards the trees. It's open ended on the lake side.

       Sings-to-the-birds is in awe of my metal knife. I hand it to him for an
    inspection of its sharpness. The brave tests its edge against his finger.
    His eyes widen when a red blood line is drawn.

       "I've only once before seen such a fine blade," says Sings-to-the-birds.
    A white trader had come to my tribe for a visit last winter. He displayed a
    bright knife on his waist that was the envy of all our warriors. No amount
    of trade goods could be offered the white man to coax it away from him.

       "Big Horn's lover managed to get this knife," I answer. "He also took
    that white man's scalp!"

       Sings-to-the-birds only nods. My lover goes off alone into the woods
    with what Sah-omb had brought him. The brave and I finish working on the
    half lodge. A redish glow in the sky warns that Father Sun is soon to
    sleep. We have a big night ahead of us! It makes me glad that I've slept
    during most of the afternoon.

       I'm thirsted so I go to the edge of Spirit Lake with my cupped hands and
    drink of its cold water. It's a refreshing drink. Sings-to-the-birds joins
    me at my side. I look over his body with interest.

       The brave has strong leg muscles which gives him a lean butt. He's about
    my height. The short cut to his hair makes this man appear as a boy instead
    of the initiated brave that he is.

       "Does my body look good to you?" asks Sings-to-the-birds.

       I giggle at the man's question and nod my head. "Your cut hair makes you
    look like a boy!"

       "Which do you prefer in your arms; a boy or a man?"

       I end my giggling to stare at Sings-to-the-birds. His question is a
    serious one so I form careful words in my head to answer him. "Big Horn is
    the only man that I've embraced in love. My body accepts the sexual needs
    of men but no other has tried winning my heart. Boys are very nice to make
    love to. They seem to want a heart's joining than to simply squirt out cum
    like the men of this tribe."

      "True words," says Sings-to-the-birds. "I could easily come to love you."

       I feel the man's eyes try finding mine. His bold admission makes me feel
    embarrassed and a little uneasy. I cast my eyes towards the sun's fading
    orange glow.

       Sings-to-the-birds stands up at my side. He bulges his arm muscles in a
    show of strength. What catches my eye is the man's hard dick. He reaches
    out to me in a gesture to resume our wrestle. I face the young brave with a
    grin. He attacks! This time, his hands capture my body and he takes me down
    hard to the ground. I try rolling away.

       The brave holds me against the ground over my back. I feel his cock
    against my butt so I hump it to coax his entry. This gets the man to laugh.

       "I would love to fuck you!" whispers Sings-to-the-birds. "Yet my rite
    is not yet begun. I'll be sure to get you in the morning."

       During the man's boasting, I've managed to free my left leg which I
    raise and push against his body. We roll over the ground until I come to
    be on top. My hard dick presses against his soft ass with much lust. I pin
    the man's arms at his sides while my cock tries finding his tight hole to
    stick in.

       Big Horn claps his hands over us. I show my lover how I'm raping the
    young brave he's soon to initiate. Sings-to-the-birds admits defeat. I'm
    filled with much pride for having won our wrestle!

       Our naked bodies come apart. Big Horn asks that a fire be started
    inside the small lodge. I take it upon myself to perform that task. A
    finely woven sleeping mat is unrolled by Sings-to-the-birds. It's large
    enough to sleep three horny men, I notice.

       "This was gifted to us by Chief Climbs-over-the-mountain," explains the
    brave. "He was glad that you endured his sweat rite, Willow Bird. I'm glad
    to have joined into it at the last moment. Much thanks to you."

       I nod my head at the brave's words. My butt is the first to rest over
    the sleeping mat. Sings-to-the-birds joins me at my side. Big Horn stands
    on the other side of the fire with a serious look coming into his face.

    (The warrior looks at Willow Bird and Sings-to-the-birds with much joy.
    Two naked men that he'll soon be making love with after the initiation
    rite. From his hands, their society of the Mahyee-na will become three. It
    brings the man much satisfaction.)

       Big Horn kneels in the dirt. He faces Sings-to-the-birds with a plain
    face that watches him intently. This makes the brave to become nervous.
    He's waiting for the warrior to say something. Only silence passes. It
    reminds me of my beginning initiation.

       The warrior asks in a formal voice: "Sings-to-the-birds; have you come
    before me with your intent to enter Mahyee-na, a brotherhood of loving
    warriors and braves?"

       Sings-to-the-birds answers, "I do."

       Big Horn continues. "To become one of us you must be brave, as yet
    unmarried, and dispositioned sexually towards men. Are you as I say?"

       "I am."

       The warrior joins us on the woven mat between us. He turns to the brave
    and speaks while I wrap my loving arms around his warm chest.

       "Listen to my words of what it means to be Mahyee-na," says Big Horn.
    "You may ask questions of me. It's important that you understand what your
    responsibilities will become as one of us."

       Big Horn turns silent. He studies the brave with glaring eyes that
    remind me of my own initiation into Mahyee-na. I see the uneasiness
    returning to Sings-to-the-birds. He doesn't know if a response is expected
    of him.

       "You're fine young man," says Big Horn. "I've heard of your brave
    deeds, seen your strength when wrestling Willow Bird and I know that you
    have a good heart. You were ready to embrace Mahyee-na when you accepted
    the touch of my butt with your own. Signal your further readiness by
    wearing this paint upon your bare face."

       Sings-to-the-birds is handed a small clay bowl. He sticks his fingers
    into the green paint and marks up his face with lines. Big Horn grunts
    with approval. He takes the paint bowl and marks up his face but with
    circles in green on his cheeks.

       I nudge my lover to be giving me the paint bowl as well. Big Horn
    hands it to me. Under their watchful eyes, I dip in two fingers and draw a
    line over my nose that drops down both of my cheeks. I'm given their nods
    of approval. With our faces all painted up, the ritual continues.

       "To be Mahyee-na is to still be a man," explains Big Horn. "He hunts,
    protects women and children and goes on the warpath at need. We don't take
    wives to satisfy the needs of our loins but mount them when we must to
    beget sons and daughters. Nothing must be done to make others in the tribe
    to fear us. We keep our ways secret.

       "What I will tell and show you is not for outsiders to know," Big Horn
    warns. "It's the secret of the brotherhood that you must keep close to
    your heart! Let me hear your vow that you will keep it so."

        Sings-to-the-birds sits up formally when giving his oath. "I swear to
    keep secret what you'll be showing me of the Mahyee-na. Only to those
    joining our brotherhood will I share with. Our Great Father Spirit also
    hears my vow and I ask Him to strike me dead if ever I should break this
    solemn oath!"

       "I accept your word bond," says Big Horn as expected of him. "Eat in
    the honor of what you're about to become; a man in Mahyee-na!"

       The bowl of meat is handed to Sings-to-the-birds. He eats a few pieces
    with a sour look coming into his eyes. I realize that he must be tasting
    the bitter red capped mushroom! Big Horn joins him in the meal. I remember
    the shaman's warning to act as guardian over them both so I abstain from
    eating.

       Big Horn tosses some dried sage into the fire. It fills our lodge with
    a pleasant scent and reminds me of our sweat rite this morning. Awe fills
    me. This day has seen us in the performance of two sacred rites; the first
    having tested our bodies from heat and an offering of visions to our
    spirits. The Mahyee-na rite is for a joining of male loins and our hearts.

       "Now I will tell you about the society of Mahyee-na men," begins Big
    Horn. "It had come from my first lover who was a great warrior and
    shaman. It was his responsibility to pass the young boys of his tribe
    into older boys through a growing up rite. A sexual initiation that he
    much enjoyed.

       "A secret society was introduced to him. I was never told by whom or
    from where it had come. The warrior embraced it as his own. As a proven
    man, he openly announced his desire for other men and satisfied their
    sexual needs in his tipi without having to wear a woman's dress for it!

       "I was initiated by him last summer. He had seen what was in my heart
    and in ritual fashion, dropped his breechclout and asked to touch butts
    with me. This act is the first test that a Mahyee-na man gives to another
    whom he suspects may be of that same spirit.

       "Willow Bird accepted the touch of my butt with his own. I suspected
    that he was Mahyee-na from acting as his monedo for five years. I know
    the boy well and what was being kept hidden in his heart. He was ready to
    join our society when his voice dropped this summer. Only initiate proven
    men or boys who are close to being named as braves. Single males only!"

       "Why is that?" asks Sings-to-the-birds.

       "I suspect that's because a man who's already married cannot give
    himself freely to other men when there's a wife in his tipi to cause him
    trouble," answers Big Horn. "We are permitted to mount squaws to make
    children at need. A true Mahyee-na man seeks another man for his life time
    companion."

       "Like you and Willow Bird," says Sings-to-the-birds.

       Big Horn nods. "We are bonded lovers by the pa-he-wat-che rite of our
    braided hair that was tied around our embracing cocks. I tied my knot and
    in time, Willow Bird came to accept my love with his own."

       I find Big Horn's eyes on me; a dark shining of his will. It causes me
    to voice what his words to the brave hadn't explained. "I refused Big
    Horn's bonding rite at first. My heart was already taken by Song Bird, a
    boy of twelve who was my close friend for all of my life. What Big Horn had
    been showing me of the Mahyee-na, I in turn shared it with my young friend.

       "He is the chief's only son. When Song Bird's father learned of what we
    had done; of our sexual bonding and the pledging of our hearts to each
    other, I was commanded to keep my lusty hands off the boy. The chief wants
    Song Bird to be allowed his own path towards manhood without my
    interference."

       "A boy of twelve is too young to understand his sexuality and the
    emerging feelings of adult love," adds Big Horn. "My first lover had told
    me stories about the boys of his tribe performing Mahyee-na acts together
    but when becoming men they had turned to the squaws."

       My face burns with anger from what Big Horn is trying to say. Song Bird
    isn't so young a boy to have embraced me in love without understanding
    what we were doing. He's a chief's son!

       Big Horn notices my tightening grip of his chest. He turns to me with a
    warning look in his eyes; I won't dispute his words in front of the brave.
    I've pledged myself to this warrior. As my monedo, he has proven his wisdom
    to me many times so I must put away my heart's longing for that boy.

       "Song Bird may yet prove himself Mahyee-na when named a brave," admits
    Big Horn. "That is Willow Bird's great hope. We of the Mahyee-na must be
    careful with whom we sexually embrace. Boys make for sweet lovers but it
    endangers our society by the wrath that could be brought down on us from
    their angry parents!"

       Sings-to-the-birds nods his head in agreement. A sad look comes into
    the man's eyes as if he has suffered such a thing. I'm sure that's one of
    the reasons why he was banished from his tribe.

       "Once you have offered your butt to man that you suspect is Mahyee-na,"
    continues Big Horn, "ritually test him in a place where no one can watch
    it. Question his sexual feelings; does he accept the needs of lusting men
    into his body? Willow Bird and I have embraced the needing men of this
    tribe but they don't offer themselves to pleasure us in return. They
    aren't Mahyee-na."

       "Why are we obligated to give of ourselves to any man?" the brave asks.

       Big Horn nods at the good question. "It's the spirit of the Mahyee-na
    to offer men sexual relief with our bodies. We draw their male strength
    into us from the act while remaining men. A thrilling challenge; no? Yet
    it's always your choice with whom you will embrace."

       Sings-to-the-birds gives us a weary nod of understanding. He struggles
    to keep his eyes open. The red capped mushroom that he ate must be
    affecting him! Big Horn gives me a knowing grin. The warrior begins
    clapping his hands and he sings a song filled with strange words. A smile
    fills his eyes.

       I remember this rite! Big Horn had sung to me during my initiation and
    though I didn't understand his words, they had beat themselves into my
    heart. Sings-to-the-birds is being bound to us in this same way.

       The young brave drops to the mat. His head is caught in Big Horn's
    hands and brought to rest in his lap. The warrior strokes over the man's
    short hair with affection. I wonder what visions Sings-to-the-birds is
    being given? Mine were frightening images that were fears I had to pass
    through in my ritual.

       Big Horn is also showing signs of the mushroom's power. He struggles to
    keep from falling to the mat. A tall clay vessel is urgently pointed to.
    The pot of sun water that was brought to us by Sah-omb from the shaman. I
    bring it to my lover's lips so that he may drink from it.

       After a long swallow, I place the pot down and steady my lover with my
    arms around his chest. The warrior is still weak. His eyes flicker and
    close. I'm left alone to watch over the two unconscious men. The shaman's
    words of warning return to me. I'm to act as guardian over the two men, he
    had said. My waking dream in his lodge had spoken of danger and something
    sleeping in me that is soon to come out.

       A finger in my left hand turns icy cold. I reach for the warmth of the
    fire. It pops and hisses in a language that I can understand; strange
    whisperings are given me. I feel a lightening of my spirit from the
    letting go of all my hidden burdens. My heart soars like an eagle!

       I'm attracted to the yellow glow of the fire's dancing flames. Though
    my eyes aren't closed, I feel that my head is asleep. The darkness from
    outside fills our small lodge that even the fire light can't chase away.
    All sound is sucked up. My body becomes numb to touch and to the feeling
    of heat. I step out of my earthly bounds like a newly emerged butterfly
    from his cocoon.

       I find myself as a ball of light. Another light drifts near me which I
    know is my lover. A weaker light rolls over the ground from us and grows
    dimmer; Sings-to-the-birds. His fading worries me greatly! He will float
    into night's sky to join all the others without our help.

       I try to save Sings-to-the-birds, but without legs, I can't move. My
    anguish causes Big Horn to stir. He changes into a great black bear. I
    drop over his back as a young boy. We race to save the brave's fading
    spirit amongst all the others aglow in the starry night's sky.

       When we reach Sings-to-the-birds, I leap from Big Horn's bear back into
    the sky. My love embraces the lost spirit with a measure of light from my
    very being going into him. Visions are swirling in the man's head. They
    are what is sucking his body of life's power unto death.

       Wisdom is gifted me. It provides me with the means of what must be
    done to save Sings-to-the-birds. Our glow joins together. We fall back to
    the earth as a triad of spirits into our Mother's loving arms. Something
    must be done quickly to save the brave's body from harm.

       My flesh holds me once more. I turn from the guiding flames to go help
    Sings-to-the-birds. Big Horn is gently lowered to the mat from my arms. I
    take up the tall clay pot and bring its sun water to the brave's lips. My
    fingers open his mouth so that he may take a drink. A swallow is forced and
    another one which sputters with his inwards breath.

       The power of the red capped mushroom in Sings-to-the-birds is drowned.
    I had faced that same danger during my initiation into Mahyee-na but Big
    Horn had been there to bring me back to him with life's drink.

       I set down the tall clay pot. My sense of power and danger is fading in
    me. The fire pops and hisses. Its yellow glow reminds me of something but
    the memory if it escapes me. A grin comes to face at seeing the two
    sleeping men. I arrange their bodies along the woven mat so that they may
    rest comfortably.

       I lay down next to my lover. His warm body is taken into my arms while
    Sings-to-the-birds rests at my back. I hope that they are dreaming sweet
    things while my head drifts into sleep.

    (The stars in night's sky smile knowingly at Willow Bird.)

       I awaken later in the night to find that my arms are empty of Big Horn.
    Where has my lover gone? I look into the lodge and find him on top of
    Sings-to-the-birds. He is fucking the young man's ass.

       A smile comes to my face that I'll be watching their ritual joining.
    The young brave is on his belly over the dirt. He's awake. Big Horn's
    arms are around the man's shoulders and surging. His butt flexes from the
    deep stabs that he's making in the butt beneath him. Sings-to-the-birds
    moans out.

       I remember by first initiation by Big Horn's long cock. My butt had
    felt little pain because of the mushroom. Eating it had made me enormously
    lust-filled to take the man's thrusts. After he was spent, I had taken my
    turn in the man's butt. Sings-to-the-birds is undergoing that same sexual
    rite.

       My erection forms. It's a pleasant blood-filling to my penis that gets
    it to stand up against my belly. Big Horn makes low grunts. His body is
    becoming frantic with its need to release in the man below him. I watch
    his quick love blows as if feeling them with my own cock. My hand is kept
    from pleasuring myself since I want to be taking my turn in the young man.

       Big Horn releases a voiced breath. He bites the brave's neck like the
    stallion who marks the mare he is seeding. It's thrilling to watch the sexy
    motion of the warrior's ass. A slow humping while the other side of his
    body is making deep spurting stabs from his long cock in the man's ass.

       Sings-to-the-birds surrenders to the warrior's attack. His body ceases
    its love struggles in the dirt. Dust is blown up by his breaths that reminds
    me of the fallen buffalo who gives in to his death throes. Big Horn's body
    slows over the brave's after seeding him.

       Their rite is done. The sweaty bodies of the two men rest together over
    the dirt. I listen to their loud breaths with much excitement; my eyes had
    witnessed their ritual joining. It brings a smile to my face. My dick
    aches me to be at the task myself.

       Big Horn drops to his back at Sings-to-the-birds' side. He finally
    notices me. His dark eyes are filled with sexual relief. My eyes go from
    him to the brave's butt sticking in the air. It has just been fucked. I
    crawl towards it to fill the man's sperm-filled hole with my own.

       My knees press around the brave's warm legs. I look down at his butt
    with much lust but I prevent myself from taking it yet. Big Horn nods his
    head for me to go ahead. My hands open the man's cheeks as if it were a
    flower. I peek at the man's brown wrinkled hole. It oozes cum. The musky
    odor from his slimy fucked butt fills my nose and my mouth goes down to it
    for a lusty taste. I tongue inside its tightness for my warrior's sperm.

       A bland wetness fills my mouth which I greedily drink. My lover's thick
    manly essence! I rush to get my cock into Sings-to-the-birds' hole to be
    adding my own to it. A slimy warmth comes around my stabbing when our
    bodies join for male sex. My balls press against the brave's sweaty butt
    cheeks. We have become one.

       A strange memory fills my head. An image of my glowing light joining
    with this man's for a sharing of ourselves. I know Sings-to-the-birds. His
    heart is like mine to love boys. A part of his spirit is connected to mine
    forever.

       My waking dream releases its hold of me. I put away what I've Seen and
    get to the lusty task at hand. My arms reach around the young man's
    shoulders to make our connected bodies tight together. His hands find mine
    and grip them. My manly motion begins.

       The thrills are already becoming tremendous from my quick stabbing into
    the brave's slimy asshole. I try to break up my breaths so as to keep
    myself from cumming yet. It's hard to delay the inevitable.

       Sings-to-the-birds kisses over my right hand. I drop my face over his
    left shoulder and mouth his sweaty neck. My butt humps like a wild man
    from my deep thrusts in the brave's butthole. I can't stop my cock's rush
    to the quickening part. My breaths hold. I bite the man's neck in sexual
    fierceness! An intense tingling. My cock spits in him while I cry out from
    sweet agony.

       Strong squirts come out of me. They go into the brave's tight asshole
    and join with what my lover has given him earlier. My breaths are loud and
    full of boyish cries of ecstasy. Sings-to-the-birds also cries out. I know
    that he welcomes my gift of self that has gone beyond the flesh.

       A sound slap comes to my butt. I open my eyes to see Big Horn's bright
    smile at my accomplishment. My urgent breaths pant against the young man's
    bloodied neck. We have used his body most savagely, I realize. It brings a
    grin to my face and little guilt to my heart.

       After a short rest, I pull myself from the brave's body to join Big Horn
    on the ground. He gladly takes my weight over him. Our cocks press
    together. His is still hard and it gives me an idea. But first, I give my
    lover a deep mouth kiss to signal my need for more sex.

       "You're a wild boy!" Big Horn whispers. "I watched your rape of that
    young man and I can see that you've become quite experienced with the act."

       "I've had a good teacher."

       Big Horn laughs. I give the man another deep mouth kiss with my tongue
    swirling over his in our mouths. My cock remains hard. I pull from his
    mouth and lift my body to a sitting position over his hairy groin. Quick
    are my next actions.

       With some spit to my fingers, I wet my butthole. The man's dick is
    taken in hand and pointed through my cheeks. The oozing knob to his long
    cock finds my hole and slips inside. I cry out from the pain of being
    penetrated. My butt humps to get all of his length inside me. The man's
    hands come around my ass to keep me from escaping. He need not worry...
    I want his fuck!

       Our bodies are joined when feeling Big Horn's soft balls against my
    bottom. The pain from my tender hole subsides. I stare into the fierce
    eyes of my lover. Fire light dances in them. At our side, Sings-to-the-
    birds is watching us. It's my turn to have my ass taken by the leader of
    our society.

       My back arches when I reach for Big Horn's face to resume our kissing.
    His curved length through my hole begins its thrusts. I join into it with
    my knees surging around the man's legs. It's a powerful sensation! His
    thick cock stabs into my tightness with love's rhythm. I suck on his tongue
    in beat to our lusty motion. I'm enjoying our wonderful love making.

       Big Horn's hands pull my butt onto his cock for a deeper penetration. I
    feel a strange intense feeling through my dick because of it. A kind of
    pain tickle deep inside my ass. My knees move in time to the man's
    fucking. It allows me some control over his penetrations. I want them to
    be very deep!

       My lover breaks from our kissing to take in breaths. His eyes are
    closed in deep concentration. I'm relieved to find no signs of pain on his
    face. I know that a second cumming can be difficult to achieve yet it will
    bring the man an even sweeter release than the first.

       I feel my dick surging. It's pressed between our hairy groins and
    thrusts from the motion of my butt riding over Big Horn's cock. I know
    that he will soon be coming out from it. My mouth drops down to the man's
    for more kisses. He sputters when in need of taking breaths.

       Big Horn's hands around my butt guide me to a faster riding pace. My
    knees buck like a wild horse over him. In my hole, the man's cock feels
    like it's getting harder. Some pain comes from it. I continue to endure
    the man's use of my body to win his ritual seed in me.

       The building sensation in my dick explodes out of me unexpectedly. I
    feel my heavy squirts going to the man's belly. No thrills for me? Big Horn
    growls since my cumming has made my butthole tighten around his stiffening
    cock. He also explodes. I watch his intense pleasure from the way his eyes
    narrow.

       I cry out when feeling my thrills at last. They ride on my ebbing flow
    to the man's body. My dick continues to surge from Big Horn's deep stabs
    in my butt. I have no more seed to give yet my loins feel like pissing out
    more. It brings a sharp pain to me.

       I'm thankful when my lover slows his cock in me. Our seed has been
    given to each other so there's no need to prolong my sweet agony. It was a
    strange pain! Not from the big size of Big Horn's cock but the thrusting
    it had made against something deep in my body. I remain seated over his
    hairy groin to rest.

       Sings-to-the-birds gives us a weary grin. I nod to the man's witnessing
    of my butt getting fucked. He rests his head over crossed arms and returns
    to sleep. It seems that he's still much influenced by the mushroom. I'm
    glad that we were able to defeat its dark power in him...

       My head swirls with strong memories of strange things and events. It
    takes my breath away. They fade away quickly like a broken dream. An
    image of glowing stars in the night is all that I'm left with.

       "Why that strange expression on your face?" asks Big Horn.

       I drop my eyes from the sky to look at my warrior. My mouth tries
    forming words to explain it but nothing comes out so I simply shake my
    head. His hands slap over my butt cheeks. I look down at our wet bodies
    and grin.

       "Look at what your cock has caused me to do!" I boast while pointing
    at my streak of sperm over the warrior's chest. It's a man's thick seed
    that gives me much pride at my accomplishment. A bright gleam fills Big
    Horn's eyes to see it. I'm not surprised by my lover's next action.

       Big Horn scoops up my thick sperm and brings it to his mouth. The man
    swallows it with much satisfaction. I rush my mouth down to his for a
    kiss. My tongue swirls in his mouth to return to me what he has eaten. He
    slaps my butt loudly.

       "Our mating gets better every time we are together," says Big Horn with
    awe. "You are a wonderful boy that I'm glad to be in love with!"

       I can only nod my head. My eyes drop shamefully from his to prevent the
    warrior from seeing my guilt. I've been giving my love's sperm to a few
    boys behind this man's back. I'm not worthy of his praise.

       Big Horn's strong hands pull my sore butt off his cock. I lay over my
    lover's wet body with my head resting against his chest. He strokes over
    my hair. Tears form in my eyes and silently drop to his breast. I will try
    to keep my bonding promise to this dear man in the days ahead.

       Morning comes. I've awakened from a pained bladder and it has made my
    dick long. I find myself embracing Big Horn's back. His ass presses against
    my male need to fuck it. He had done me last night so my turn has come.

       I slowly stick myself between the man's butt cheeks. My oozing knob
    finds his hole and slips in for a nice fitting of our male bodies. Big
    Horn's loud breaths prove that he is still sleeping.

       A slimy tightness comes around my dick. I know that my length has fully
    penetrated into the man's butt when my groin hair crunches against his
    soft cheeks. It's thrilling to be raping the man while he's asleep! My
    slow in and out stabs keep my lover from awakening.

       My arms tighten around Big Horn's side. The building of thrills in my
    long dick mixes with the pain from my full bladder. It makes for a dark
    power of sex. My stabs come faster. I hold in breaths to deepen my
    pleasure. When the man's ringed butthole muscles tighten around my dick,
    it gets me to come out! Too late I discover that Big Horn has awakened.

       My few squirts go into Big Horn's tight hole. I cry out a boy's love
    for his warrior. My kisses suck on his neck and I bite him. Savagely! This
    gets the man to groan out in pain.

       My butt is gripped. Big Horn's strong hands ask me to continue fucking
    him but I have no more seed in my balls to give him. My dick motion slows
    in his oozing hole. I taste blood in my mouth. It brings a sly smile to my
    face for having raped the man.

       Big Horn pulls his butt off my dick and he turns to face me. My arms
    welcome his morning embrace. After a few kisses, his glaring eyes look
    into mine for many heartbeats. I'm trapped in his strong arms so I can't
    escape. My feelings of guilt arise in me from what I've been doing in the
    arms of sweet boys. I'm afraid to voice this to my lover!

       "Why this worried face?" whispers Big Horn.

       I have to answer him so my thoughts turn to my troubling visions as an
    explanation. "I've been consulting with Deep-roots-that-whisper about my
    troubling visions and my waking dream of four rising mountain peaks and a
    falling oak. The shaman sees death from them."

       "Who's?" asks Big Horn with concern.

       "He does not know... I'm told to seek the place where this event is to
    happen and prevent it. If I can."

       Big Horn's eyes turn away from me in deep thought. He releases a
    troubled breath and his arms loosen their hold around me. My words have
    upset him!

       "We will leave for our tribe tomorrow morning," says Big Horn. "I have
    also been given warnings from the Great Spirit. Some danger to our People.
    We will consult with our own shaman about it."

       I'm given a tight hug by the warrior. His body trembles against me as
    if he's greatly frightened! I fear for the man. What visions were he given
    that have troubled him? Do they join up with my own?

       "Can you speak to me about what you've Seen?" I ask.

       "No, Willow Bird. My visions would trouble you, and without a shaman's
    guidance to properly interpret them, we cannot act."

       I nod my head in disappointment. What has Big Horn Seen?! He has let
    slip that there's some danger to our People. Did he also See someone's
    death? I decide to press the matter by asking him.

       Big Horn gives me no reply. His strong hands continue to hold me close
    to him as if never letting go. A sob escapes from him. His tears wet my
    face. I can't believe the weakness that this man seems unable to control.

       I embrace my lover for a long while in silence. A white glow fills the
    sky above Spirit Lake with Father Sun's rising. The man's tears end. I
    hear a bird's sad caw-haw from the woods and it causes Big Horn to stir.

       "Remember that you're permitted to love Sings-to-the-birds while we're
    visiting here," whispers Big Horn. "He is a good man."

       I slowly nod my head at the warrior's words. A reminder of his promise
    unto that brave but strange that my lover should speak of it to me now.

       Sings-to-the-birds rises from the sleeping mat as if hearing his name
    called. The brave tasks himself with rekindling the fire to warm our lodge.
    A fog hangs over Spirit Lake. I'm glad to share warmth with my lover on
    this chilly morning. My heart aches for the young man standing alone.

       Sings-to-the-birds gives us a morning greeting. Big Horn puts on a
    plain face. His eyes flash to me in warning to keep silent about what
    we've been talking about. I also don't want my warrior shamed by his
    earlier show of weakness.

       I pull out of the arms of my lover. The dirt that we've been sleeping
    in is brushed from my body. Big Horn is content to remain laying in it for
    a while longer. I turn to face Sings-to-the-birds.

       The brave gives me a happy grin. The green paint over his face reminds
    me of his initiation into the Mahyee-na. He turns sideways to us; slapping
    over his butt while giving us a pained expression that turns smug. Yes.
    His hole was filled from both of us last evening.

       What captures my attention is the brave's male excitement. His cock
    sticks up hard against his belly and it oozes to his dark groin hair. He
    must have been watching my lusty joining to Big Horn ass!

       I'm not angry with Sings-to-the-birds like before. He has joined into
    our brotherhood and we've come to know his heart. It's a good one. A grin
    comes to my face when I'm struck by an idea to embrace this man's happiness.
    It'll help chase away the gloom from my troubling talk with Big Horn.

       I lay down at the brave's feet over the woven mat on my belly. My butt
    wiggles to signal to the young man my desire to have it fucked. He's quick
    to accept. I turn my head to watch the brave squatting over my legs. He
    points his long dick through the cheeks of my butt. I prepare for its
    penetration.

       The stiffness to Sings-to-the-birds' knob presses against my hole. I
    open its passage to take the brave's cock into me. He makes a slow fit of
    our male bodies to give me no pain. The heavy warmth of the man's body
    comes over me. His arms grip around mine when his motion begins in my ass.

       The brave's stabs are nice to feel. They're not as filling as Big Horn's
    since his cock is less thick and shorter of reach. More like Night's Star's
    boyish size. It doesn't make Sings-to-the-birds less of a man... Only that
    my butthole can tell the difference between the two Mahyee-na men.

       "You and Big Horn have filled my butt last night," says Sings-to-the-
    birds. "This morning, I get my turn in the both of you!"

       I giggle at the man's bold words. Big Horn laughs. He comes to lay over
    the woven mat at our side with his butt sticking in the air. I'm reminded
    of how Shakes-like-the-ground had fucked us well. He was a strong warrior!

       I gasp for breath when Sings-to-the-birds gives me deeper stabs. A
    quick penetration into my hole with his cock feeling stiffer as he nears
    explosion. Big Horn watches it with a happy grin. I stick my tongue out at
    him and know that his butt will be taken next if the brave can remain hard
    after cumming in mine.

       "I've been wanting to stick into you since my eyes first fell upon you!"
    gasps Sings-to-the-birds. "Yours is a boy's body and you giggle like one.
    None of my friends would let me fuck their butts though I've freely given
    mine to their needs."

       I'm struck by the brave's words and ask, "you've not fucked anyone
    before?"

       "You are the first."

       I squeeze the young man's arms with pride. This is his first experience
    to perform as a man so I'll do my best to give him a powerful release. My
    ringed butthole muscles tighten around his forward stabs. I lift my rear
    end from the mat when he pulls away. That keeps his cock deep in me.

       Big Horn gives me his nod of approval. He's obviously pleased by my
    sexual performance with the brave. I'm enjoying the young man's efforts to
    complete himself in my male body. I want to take his sperm from him!

       Sings-to-the-birds gasps for breath. His arms surge around my arms and
    our sweaty legs rub. My butt feels the coarseness of his groin hair and
    inside it I take the brave's urgent thrusts. He seems to be taking a long
    time at it.

       "Oh... I'm coming out!" the brave shouts in warning.

       I back my ass into the man's spurting stabs. My hole feels a gurgle in
    it from his strong release! I'm filling up with the man's seed. It mixes
    with what I had taken from Big Horn's loins last evening.

       There's clapping in the small lodge. Big Horn congratulates the young
    brave on his sexual accomplishment. He gasps for breath over my back. Our
    connected male bodies slow and come to a rest. I glady take the man's
    weight over me while he recovers from our mating; his first act as a man.

       Big Horn slaps over his butt with impatience. It causes me to giggle
    and Sings-to-the-birds groans in reply. He pulls from my butt wetly; I
    feel a last squirt from his cock over my right thigh. Does the young man
    have any sperm left to give my lover?

       We'll soon find out! Sings-to-the-birds mounts Big Horn's back like he
    had done when fucking me. My butt stain covers the length of the brave's
    cock which is still hard. He doesn't clean himself before sticking into my
    lover's hole. It fills me with a strange thrill to know that my butt stuff
    is being carried by the brave's dick into the warrior's butt.

       Sings-to-the-birds makes a slow penetration. Big Horn's hole is already
    slimy from my cum. Yet the warrior is experienced enough to know how to
    tighten his butt's ringed muscles to make for a tight fitting of their male
    sex. Their arms come together and hold tightly; legs touching. Big Horn
    nods his head for the fucking of his ass to begin.

       It's seems strange to see a mere brave mounting a feathered warrior as
    if he were his squaw. Big Horn has given himself to only strong proven
    men. I'm the only boy who has ever fucked him so watching the young brave
    raping him is strange.

       "Your initiation is nearly complete," explains Big Horn. "Willow Bird
    and I have seeded your body last evening and we've given love's seed to
    each other. You've already fucked Willow Bird and after my ass is taken
    we'll stand in a sacred circle of rubbing butts as Mahyee-na brothers!"

       Sings-to-the-birds begins his manly motion in reply to the warrior's
    words. It's a gentle love making that reminds me of waves passing over the
    surface of Spirit Lake; rolling and even paced. The brave's butt makes a
    slow flexing. Big Horn's butt follows with that motion to keep them deeply
    joined.

       A sound outside our lodge distracts me from watching the two men. I
    get to my feet and look out towards the lake. Nothing. Yet a sixth sense
    warns me to investigate what I've heard.

       My body is chilled by the low clouds over Spirit Lake. If someone has
    been spying on us, they could be hiding in the fog or have ran into the
    woods. I step to the trees as the better choice. My ears strain for sound.
    Nothing.

       My bladder pains me so I piss to the tree roots. My growing wet spot
    steams from the ground. Another sound! Someone in the distance has stepped
    over and broken a stick. I rush through the trees to find the intruder
    before he can escape. It angers me that our morning's ritual has been
    watched!

       My running has caused our spy to run as well. His feet sound loudly
    over a path between the trees. I know where it will lead; to the clearing
    where the sheep were grazing last morning.

       My eyes find something over the dirt trail. The deerskin flaps to
    someone's fallen breechclout. I pick them up and find a body's warmth
    still in them. A boy's?

       I come face-to-face with that boy. It's Night's Star. He peers at me
    with a worried expression on his cute face. What draws my attention is the
    hardness to his dick. Now I know that he's been watching our morning's
    sexual rites!

       The youth is waiting for me to act in anger or to say something. I
    turn my back on him instead. This is my test. How will the boy react to
    my offer?

       I feel the warmth of Night's Star's body against mine. Not his rear end
    as I was expecting; butt touching is a first initiation into the Mahyee-na
    which I had told him about yesterday. No. The boy sticks his long dick
    through my cheeks with his intent to fuck me. I bend over and allow his
    penetration.

       The male excitement oozing from his knob makes it an easy fitting of
    our bodies. His dick slips through my slimy hole. I smile when feeling his
    soft balls against my butt cheeks. Our bodies are joined. My hips are held
    when the boy makes his manly motion through my ass.

       I tighten my ringed inner muscles. This gives Night's Star a tight hole
    for him to fuck through. His second manly use of my body! I've had his dick
    in my butt a few nights ago and my mouth was filled from it last morning.

       The boy gasps for air. He's very intent on getting himself to cum in my
    butt; for lust's sake or from something else? A suspicion fills me. It was
    no accident that he had spied on our morning rite. He had been in wait for
    me outside the mens' big lodge a few nights ago! What is his real intention?

       A bird's sweet singing ends. I take a quick look around when remembering
    the sheep boy from yesterday who could have spied on me sucking on Night's
    Star's dick. It wouldn't go well for us to get caught fucking as well.

       We appear to be alone. There are no sheep grazing here yet. My
    attention returns to Night's Star's sexual use of my body. He makes
    clumsy stabs into my butt and he's pulled out of my hole a few times. I
    squat lower. This gets the boy deeper inside me. I'm enjoying his frantic
    need to seed me! His sharp inwards breath warns me of the nearing
    explosion of boyish loins.

       My vision returns to me. I'm given a sense of wrongness for what we're
    doing with each other. Sings-to-the-birds would be better matched to this
    boy's need for love making. They are of the same People and much more than
    a sexual joining could be had between them. Male love bonding, like what I
    have with Big Horn. The young brave should be the one standing in my place
    now!

       I'm reminded of Big Horn's words about our butt rubbing that'll end the
    Mahyee-na ritual. To allow this boy's joining to my body will include him
    in that sacred rite. He may be Mahyee-na but another year must pass before
    he's named a brave. A boy still. It may be wrong for him to partake of it
    now.

       I step away from Night's Star with my mind made up. The boy is
    surprised by my action and his hands try recapturing me. I grin when
    seeing my brown butt stain over his dick. My hand pushes on his chest.

       "What's wrong, Willow Bird?"

       I remain silent for a moment so that my forming words will be good ones.
    "I'm partaking of a rite that can't include your joining into it," I
    explain. "I've told you about Big Horn's initiation for Sings-to-the-birds.
    You were spying on it. I must accept the blame for what we've nearly done
    together."

       "Why shouldn't we be doing it?" Night's Star asks.

       "The Mahyee-na rite has filled all our butts with seed from each other.
    It binds us together in the brotherhood."

       "I want to join into it!"

       "You are too young." I realize too late that my words have harmed the
    boy. The same ones that I had given Song Bird when he asked to become
    Mahyee-na! I reach for Night's Star's shoulders and grip them. He looks
    down at his dripping dick with pride.

       My eyes widen in alarm. "Did you come out?" I ask. My hand reaches down
    for the boy's dick and pulls over its thick skin. A white pearl comes from
    his piss hole to wet my fingers. It is as I've feared.

       "Didn't you hear my sharp breath?" asks Night's Star. "I was feeling my
    thrills from coming out! You've told me that it's a good thing to take my
    sperm into your body so it is done. I've filled you."

       I swallow nervously in my throat. The boy's words are true; I did say
    those things to him but this day is different from the others. Big Horn's
    rite wasn't meant to include him!

       Night's Star looks past me at someone's approach. I turn around in
    alarm and am relieved to see that it's only Sings-to-the-birds. The boy
    reaches for his breechclout that I've been holding in my hands. My grip
    tightens of it.

       It's too late. The brave's eyes see our nakedness and he can guess at
    what we've been doing with each other. I face the man with a sly grin on
    my face.

       "Big Horn has asked me to go find you," explains Sings-to-the-birds. "I
    wasn't expecting to find you with a boy... A cute one at that."

       "This is Night's Star. I caught him spying on our morning ritual!"

       Sings-to-the-birds grins. "Was your punishment of him very severe?"

       I simply nod my head. Truth is required here so I speak it. "This boy
    has revealed his Mahyee-na spirit for desiring men. Something more than
    needing sexual pleasuring. He's nearly old enough to be initiated; next
    summer will find him named a brave. Is this not so, Night's Star?"

       I turn slightly to the boy and read his face. He stares at the young
    brave with a shining in his eyes. I see that same revealing look in the
    man's eyes. My hands take hold of Night's Star and I bring him into Sings-
    to-the-birds' outstretching hands. A sexual energy fills the air between
    them.

       "Willow Bird's words are true," says Night's Star. "I've been told that
    you're a good man; newly initiated as Mahyee-na. Will you guide me along
    the path to it?"

       Sings-to-the-birds turns to face me. I see his desire for this boy yet
    he waits for my approval to be giving him away as if I owned him. How
    untrue! Without giving words, I explain to the brave where my heart lies. I
    form a feather in my hair with my right hand then place that hand over my
    heart.

       The young brave smiles. He faces the boy in his arms with much happiness
    on his face. Both of their bodies reveal male sexual excitement. Yet I know
    that their hearts are in need for joining as one. My vision is unfolding!

       Sings-to-the-birds lifts his hands to the boy's chest. There's a look of
    budding love in his eyes. Night's Star reaches low for the man's hips.
    Their bodies are close to coming together though already, their hard cocks
    touch.

       "I would be glad to show you the way," says Sings-to-the-birds. "I'm
    only newly initiated but we could travel that path together and see where
    it will take us."

       Night's Star slowly nods. He gazes in my direction for an approval of
    what they're doing. I give it to him with a bright smile and a slap over
    my butt. The boy grins at our secret.

       I notice the roaming of sheep into our clearing. They seek out the
    shade of the trees and nibble on grass shoots. I become alarmed by their
    presence since a boy will be coming along to watch them. The man and his
    boy are too involved with each other to see the danger.

       "I'm filled with much desire to make love to you!" says Sings-to-the-
    birds. "You're a cute boy of nearly my height. I see your male excitement
    for me but let's learn more about each other before we embrace. I also have
    my ritual to complete back at Spirit Lake."

       "I will wait for you," answers Night's Star. He looks around at the
    sheep and becomes alarmed. "Give me back my breechclout, Willow Bird.
    Return to your ritual lodge with Sings-to-the-birds and say nothing of me
    to Big Horn!"

       "You are wise to ask that," I answer the youth while handing him the
    thong belt and two deerskin flaps. He's quick to cover his nakedness. I
    take the young brave in hand and tear him away from his new love boy. We
    rush back to the cover of the woods.

       Our walk back to the lake is in silence. I can guess what's going
    through Sings-to-the-birds' head and my heart is happy for him. I've had my
    last embrace with Night's Star; his seed in my butt joins that sweet boy
    into our rite though unknowing to Big Horn. I intend to keep it that way!

       The cool fog assults our naked bodies when we reach Spirit Lake. We
    travel along its shore until finding the half lodge. Big Horn stands
    before it with much concern on his face. I quickly come up with an
    explanation of my absence.

       "I was chasing after a boy spying on our morning's ritual!"

       "Did you catch him?" asks Big Horn.

       I have to nod my head since lying to my lover would be a bad thing. The
    brave at my side becomes tense. He fears a further admission from me but I
    remain silent.

       "It's well that the both of you have returned," explains Big Horn. "Our
    initiation for Sings-to-the-birds is nearly completed. Come. Stand with me
    in our lodge and let us touch butts."

       The brave in my hand follows me into the half lodge. I pass the burning
    fire with my eyes staring deeply into it. I'm given a strange sensation.
    It's as if I had known something important about this place that's been
    forgotten. I try shaking away my haunty feelings.

       We find Big Horn with his back to us. I look down at his butt with a
    grin when remembering how I had left him with Sings-to-the-birds earlier
    to chase after our spying boy. That prevented me from seeing if the young
    brave had seeded my warrior. I'm sure that the deed has been done!

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