----------------------------------------------------------------------- FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-2 "My Brave Lover" {Part #2 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "My Brave Lover" | Willow Strength is a handsome brave from the | | Illinois Tribe. He asks a young boy to go swim with | | him in the Great Lake. Instead of using the beach | | closest to their tribe, the brave leads Silver | | Fish to a remote stretch of shore. He does this so | | they can be alone when he offers the boy his love. | Cold are the waters of the Great Lake that we swim in. After a while, its icy spirit is thwarted by our brisk activity. Willow Strength swims and plays boy games with me in the shallow water. On the beach lies our breechclouts and weapons the man as brought along. He doesn't expect friend or foe to disturb us. Why then has the brave brought me to this distant shore? Whatever the reason, my heart fills with joy that he's taken time from his hunting to play with me. After several games of tag, the brave shows me an adult game. He chases me through the shallows with his hands feeling over my body. My butt and penis are especially handled. I laugh at the brave's silly behavior. He gestures for me to give chase and to handle his body. I shake my head and swim away to end his strange game. I sit down over a sandbar to rest. The brave approaches me at a walk. His dark legs kick up waves that splash to his left and right. I watch with interest how his fleshy pole bounces with each stride. I enjoy looking over his body. The summer sun has darkened his muscular arms and legs. Water glistens on his chest. There's a gentle smile on his face. Strange urgings tug at my heart for this young brave. When the man nears, I notice the curling hairs above his manhood. My small body is hairless and smooth. When I'm old enough, I too will have dark mane as Willow Strength. But that is many summers from now. The brave splashes water in my face. Not wanting him to go unpunished, I fall back in the water and kick up a storm in his direction. My legs swish wildly back and forth. He's showered from sight. The battle becomes a fierce one when I'm splashed back. We laugh as two boys once more. Something warm brushes under my backside, scaring me. I stand in the water to find its source. A big fish? No. It was Willow Strength swimming below. He surfaces behind and takes me into his arms. The man's hands lock over my chest while his hairy groin presses against my backside. Seeing that he plays another adult game, I struggle to escape yet his embrace is a tight one. I turn my head to him in surprise. "Your body is warm," explains the brave. "Turn around and rest with me in the comfort of each other." There's a serious tone in the brave's voice. When I feel his arms giving way, I turn to face him as he's asked. His grip holds me close. The brave smiles while showing a strange expression on his face. It frightens me a little. "What's wrong, Willow Strength?" I ask in question to his strange behavior. His dark face bursts with emotions that I've not seen before. "Not a thing," the brave answers. "Do you fear having me hold you in warmth from the cold water?" I slowly nod my head. Yet I'm still puzzled by the brave's actions. We're sharing our warmth as he says but his strange face speaks loudly to me. He reveals the deep desire he has for something. More questions fill my head. I wonder what he intended by bringing me far down the beach for a swim. "Why are we here, Willow Strength?" I ask. "There's no advantage for our long walk when our tribe is closer to the eastern bend of the lake shore." "There is something offered us by our long journey," the brave answers. "We are alone here." A small fear takes my heart that Willow Strength has come to test me! Having lost my father when I was very young, this brave had taken me under his care to train me to become a man. Many lessons have I learned under his guidance. Although I'm four summers from becoming a brave myself, he may want to check my progress this day. I wonder what the brave intends for me? Perhaps I'm to swim along side him in the lake's deeps to test my stamina. He may ask me to catch fish for our lunch. With my suspicions showing plainly on my face, I glare at the brave to reveal his full intentions. "My heart is full for you," the brave whispers. "It's more than a friendship. Have you any special feelings for me?" I'm taken back by the man's words. It wasn't what I was expecting. I ponder over his strange question and try to think how I'll answer him. Our years together flash through my head. This brave has been a good man to teach me many useful things. I've enjoyed his companionship. Is he hoping to see my appreciation for his guidance? What does he want me to say? I'm startled from my thoughts when the brave lowers his eyes. My long pause has kept me from answering. Although I have as yet said nothing, my silence has hurt him. I quickly find words to answer him. "I'm grateful for your many stories and lessons," I begin. The brave's dark eyes plead for something more so I add, "with your help, I'll become a brave one day. You've been like a father to me." The brave's eyes reveal his growing disappointment. "How can I answer so that you'll be happy?" I beg him. There's reluctance in the man's words. "Will you take hold of my butt as I feel yours?" he whispers to the boy. My eyes widen from the brave's strange request. Yet I nod my head and reach low in the water to hold the man's slippery buttocks. He reaches for my two cheeks and warmly cups them in his big hands. For an awkward moment we hold each other in the cold water. The man's eyes peer deeply into my own. The brave's hands begin a pulling motion over my rear end. A slow, timed beat with our bodies pressing together. I feel his manly rising against me. A startling thought comes to me; this man has a desire to take a boy! "Are you wanting to do something with me?" I timidly ask. By not mentioning the act itself, I wait for him to answer. "To do what?" he answers guardedly. "To... force me to your pleasure." Willow Strength lowers his eyes and breaks our tight embrace. He turns from me and strides towards the beach as if shamed. I'm quick to follow him. I think that my words were too strong. Upon reaching the shore, Willow Strength sits away from me with the waves breaking over his arching back. He hunches himself over and covers his head with enclosing arms. Guilt fills me when I see the man crouched in extreme shame. How can I undo the harm to my friend? I sit down before the brave and touch his shoulder to comfort him. Several sobs escape his mouth. My eyes widen. Never have I seen the brave crying! I take hold of his other shoulder and shake him. "What's wrong?" I shout. I'm trying to understand how the man is feeling and why he drops tears. The waves crash around us. I face the blue open sky and find the sun. My prayer is a plea to the Great Father Spirit for Willow Strength to not be sad. Something bumps against my leg in the water. It's a canoe paddle that someone has lost. I take hold of it and start drawing a circle around Willow Strength in the sand. My brisk activity draws the brave's attention. The man wipes tears from his eyes while showing me a strange face. I'm disturbed by his weak behavior. I don't recognize the proud brave that I've known all these years. I drop the paddle and crouch before Willow Strength. I'm hoping that he's come out of his great sadness. "I love you little one," the brave whispers. "My heart wants to become one with your heart. I'm a man who aches for a boy. I'm torn between my desire for you and what harm may come because I act in haste." "Why do you hesitate to take me?" I ask. Willow Strength is a strong man who could easily overcome me to his will. We're also far from camp. "Are you allowing me to take your body and make love?" I shrug my shoulders. Inside me, I'm worried by the man's strong words. If I were a girl, I'd know what he intends to do. But I'm a boy. Our flesh isn't aligned to perform that mating act. An alarming thought strikes me. I've heard how boys have been captured to be raped by raiding enemy warriors. Could Willow Strength intend to perform that brutal act on my body? "I want you badly, Silver Fish," the brave explains. "I hold myself back so that you won't be hurt. It was my aching loins that forced me to bring you here alone. I turn from that plan and ask that you forget my lustful intentions for this day." Deep pangs fill my heart when the brave lowers his head again in shame. I can't understand the agony he's feeling but I would be willing to comfort him in any way. His heart has been proven to be a good one. "Take me, Willow Strength," I whisper. "I'll keep silent about your spoken love for me and what may come to pass." The brave raises his head at my words. I move closer to hold him. The man accepts my small body onto his when I sit in his lap. My legs wrap around his butt in the crashing waves. Our chests come together. His arms reach around my back. He lays his head on my shoulder and smiles. I feel the man's kisses to my neck. I'm glad that my body comforts him. The brave's fleshy pole rises against me. Along with his manly excitement will come his need to use it. How does he intend to make love to me? It worries me. I don't want him to stick into my small butthole! With his kisses becoming deep on my neck, I whisper my fears to him. "How will you take me?" I ask. The brave lifts his head from my shoulder and peers at me. Though it's hard to keep my eyes on his, I voice my greatest concern. "Will you be thrusting into my butt as those Seneca warriors had done to those boys they raped from our tribe? I don't want to be hurt as they were, Willow Strength!" "I would never harm you, Silver Fish," the brave answers in a strong voice. "My desires could force me to hurt you in other ways. I'm glad that you'll allow my use of your body. Be assured that my acts will be gentle and loving." "How will you make love to me?" "I want to kiss your body and to hold you," the brave answers. "You can touch me wherever you want. Let us take pleasure from exploring each other. I would like to begin our loving by kissing your nice rear end." I giggle at the brave's strange request. His arms release me so that I can stand up. I turn around to offer the man my backside. Wet kisses cover both of my cheeks with his tongue tickling into my crack. His hands ask me to bend over. I feel the man's tongue over my hole. The strange sensation gives me an erection. "Turn around," the brave asks. My feet spin in the warm sand until I face him. He eyes my long pole. Before I can wonder at what next the man will perform, I feel his mouth swallowing my dick. His strong hands take hold of my butt. I gasp in surprise from the tickly sensation. A slippery warmth surrounds and sucks on my long penis. Thrills build up in me there. The brave's nose hits into my groin from his bobbing motion. I close my eyes and hold a sweet breath in me... I find myself crying out. My pole squirts intensely into the brave's mouth. The sharp sensations last briefly. I have to gasp for breath. When I recover, I open my eyes to stare at a smiling Willow Strength. Pride shows in his eyes. I glance down at my dripping pole. A realization sweeps through me. The brave wanted to drink of my loin's flow. "You're very sweet," the brave remarks. "Taking your seed into me has begun to bond us as lovers. I'm glad that you're not a little boy." My face burns from the man's strong words. I sense the bonding that he speaks of. It's a strong one that these many years together has been building up to. I notice the man's stiff dick. He has yet to release his seed. "What can I do for you?" I ask the brave. He nods his head at my words. "Lay yourself over the sand for me, Silver Fish. I'm really needing to make love to you." I kneel down and spread my back over the warm sand. I'm relieved that my butt is kept from the man's use. He eagerly lays over the front of me. Our bodies press together nicely. His weight pushes me down into the sand. His arms wrap around my slim shoulders. Soft kisses find my neck. As I clutch the brave's sweaty body, I stare into Father Sun who watches us from above. He pains my eyes. Even when I turn from Him, His bright face stays in my eyes as if mocking me. Willow Strength brings me back to him with urgent words. "Wrap your legs around my butt and hold on. I'll make love to you by moving over your body with my need." I grip the man's flexing cheeks with my legs as he asks. He urgently rubs his swollen pole over mine. My groin feels his coarse manly hairs against me. Strange feelings swirl in my stomach, causing me to lose my breath. With Father Sun looking down on our act in heated anger, I bury my face in the brave's long hair. It feels strange for allowing this naked man to be making love to me. Willow Strength becomes wild. With the man's sucking bites paining my neck, his frantic body thrusts over my smaller body trapped below. I hear him making crying sounds between breaths as if in pain. Why does he move so roughly above me? I begin to feel some measure of his loving in my erection though. The feelings build up like when the brave was sucking on my long pole. The man thrusts more quickly. I take part of his adult rite and come to understand his manly need of me. The pain of his bites leave my neck. Willow Strength lifts his head from my shoulder to moan. I join him with my high-pitched voice, mimicking his love calls. My pole is feeling very intense! Something warm pools on my stomach. I hear Willow Strength's low groan of pleasure and my eyes widen from his accomplishment. The man is spilling his seed on me! His limbs surge around my small body. I rush my arms around his sweaty back to hold on. The brave slows his thrusts. He takes in deep breaths to recover from mating with me. My own dick is close to release. I don't want him to stop! "Keep loving me," I shout! "My penis is bringing me much pleasure from your loving." "Do you feel strongly in your loins?" the man asks in surprise. "Yes! It feels like I'm going to explode..." The brave continues his rubbing motion over my body. His butt flexes under my legs while he grinds his swollen dick over my pole with shallow thrusts. I look into his curious eyes. My body strains to add my love to our bellies. I seem close to it but can't get myself to wet. In desperation, I lift my butt from the sand to thrust against the man's hard body. A frantic beat to get the feelings in my erection to become intense. I hold breaths. The man's hands cradle my wild butt. He lowers his face to mine. Our lips touch in a kiss. My loins explode. I cry out my love for the brave. Proof of it squirts from my dick to the man's body. Our seed joins. Pleasure explodes in my head. I struggle to take breaths of air. My body is exhausted. I sink back into the warm sand. The man's body lays heavily over mine as we rest. A peacefulness fills my being. I feel pride from having performed this manly act with my brave. I listen to the waves breaking over our feet. Their rhythm tries putting me to sleep. My thoughts turn to Father Sun above us and His shining, smiling face. I open my being to Him and feel His Spirit entering my heart. "The brave wasn't acting improperly," Father Sun wordlessly explains. "He has gifted you with a sacred rite of a man's love for a boy." I nod my head at His teachings. My arms wrap around Willow Strength. I feel our hearts becoming one. The brave rolls us over the sand. Coming to lie below me, the man slaps my butt fondly as he laughs. I peer down into his face. There's such an expression of relief and wonder on his dark face. His eyes look beyond me as I realize that he also looks to Father Sun for a blessing. Willow Strength's strong hands lift me up into his forming lap. I grip around his body with my legs and hold onto his broad shoulders for support. The brave reaches for my shoulders while bringing his face to my face for a kiss! I turn my head to avoid it. Such an adult thing to be trying with me! The brave frowns. I feel pain in my heart. The All-Seeing Father points out my wrong done to the man with His heated hand. My eyes peer into His brilliance for forgiveness. "So... you're still a little boy in some ways," Willow Strength announces. "I have acted hastily to reveal my love for you this day. Yet I'm glad that you've accepted me. You performed very well in my arms." My face burns from the man's words. My down casting eyes come to rest on our wet bodies. The brave follows my curious gaze and reaches between us to gather up his sperm joined with mine. It sticks to his fingers like fish oozings. "We have mated," announces Willow Strength. "I want to further bond you to me. As blood brothers share a special kinship between two men, I desire to take you as my lover. You're still only a boy. Yet I see in your heart that you could come to love me. I love you, Silver Fish. Will you allow this?" I slowly nod my head up and down. Willow Strength raises his hands up to the All-Seeing Father for His blessing. I feel His heated hand over my bare skin. After Willow Strength finishes with his silent prayer unto Him, his hands lower to my face. He wipes the pool of sperm from his hand across both my cheeks. I wear it like proud face paint. More seed is gathered from our bellies. He wipes it over his face. I marvel at his sacred rite. The brave's eyes find mine. There's such a longing in him for me. I feel proud to have fulfilled the man's need. I will be his boy. My body has learned of the sweet-pained hunger that we've satisfied. I feel my loss of innocence. There's an expectation in Willow Strength's eyes. He lowers his face to mine. Our lips slowly come together, and this time, I kiss him back. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {end of file: FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-2 The stories continues: -3}