WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! 8/98 ************************************************************************** RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-5 "RITES OF BOYHOOD, part 5" (Part #5) Copyright 1997, 1998 Vince Water ************************************************************************** Author's note: I have written some 'Indian' flavored boy-love stories such as "Willow Bird Finds His Love, "Brave Willow Bird", "Bare Butt Brave," "For the Love of Indian Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards" and "Indian Boys at Play" which are available on the Nifty Archive under my pen-name of Vince Water. Go check them out! I welcome comments and suggestions to this story-in-progress. Let me know what you think of the "Rites of Boyhood" series and what you would like to see happening in it. I may just include your wish in a future story part! Write me. Okay? Vince_Water@HotMail.com My thanks to Unicorn for his editing of this text. ************************************************************************** * "Rites of Boyhood" * * - part 5 - * The two boys flew down the woodland path like birds escaping from a hunter's clutches. Jimmy wasn't sure where they were headed, only that it took them away from Peter... and his camera. The boy was troubled by what they had done. Not the sex stuff, really. That was okay... He was more concerned with the nude photos that Peter had taken of them and hoped he wouldn't be showing them around to anyone. Jeff tried keeping up with his friend's reckless pace through the thick woods. They were following a deer path. It was cool and muddy against his feet and a bit slippery. Worse, his small body was being stung from the brambles and low tree limbs they ran past. His two thin flaps of deerskin wasn't much in the way of protection or body cover. He felt how vulnerable that he was. Naked. Jimmy was getting ahead of Jeff. He ran and ran through the woods with the single thought of reaching their barracks; to safety. The deer path kept going on and on. That's when something bad happened to Jeff. With a gasp of surprise, the little boy sprawled hard to the ground. He hadn't noticed the tree root that Jimmy had seen earlier and jumped over. Jeff hit his head and rolled through the mud. His ears rang like a school bell. He lay there for a long moment until recovering his senses. When Jeff opened his eyes, he found that he was alone; in pain. His body was coated with mud, cool and slimy against his chest, right arm and both legs. The pounding in his head was like an Indian war drum. A quick check found no other injuries to his body. Anger soon replaced his pain. 'Where's Jimmy?' the boy wondered. He looked down the path and saw nothing. No footsteps echoed in the trees... A glance down at himself revealed his ruined breech-cloth. What was once painted designs of yellow wavy lines for the sun was clouded over with thick mud. And he was sitting in more of it. Jeff felt awful so he began to cry. Jimmy swerved around a sharp curve in the path and noticed that his friend wasn't following him. He stopped. Breaths raced through his mouth while he looked around for Jeff but there was no sign of the youth. Fear creeped into his chest and squeezed his heart. He KNEW that something must have happened to the little boy! After calling out Jeff's name, Jimmy ran back down the muddy path. He kept his eyes out to both sides, peeking through the stands of trees, low bushes and the occasional brambles for the little boy. Nothing. 'My fault!' Jimmy scolded himself. He felt responsible for what may have happened to his friend so he ran back as fast as he could. His legs were spurred on by worry and guilt. He hoped that Jeff had simply tired and stopped to rest or something. Jimmy heard the boy's cries in the distance. He sprinted towards the mournful sound to reach his friend. He found Jeff sitting in mud. It covered most of the front of the youth's body and stained his breech-cloth. And he was crying. Jimmy rushed to his friend. He ignored the mud sucking at his ankles so that he could get to Jeff. There weren't any obvious injuries yet something was wrong because the little boy was crying something fierce. It was hard for Jimmy to hear it. He felt responsible for what had happened. "Are you all right?" Jimmy asked. Jeff only replied by shaking his head. And he continued to sob from the pain; not so much the pounding in his head but for his ruined painted designs and from the fact that his friend had left him behind so that he would fall into the mud and get hurt and make him cry... All of that! Jimmy didn't know what to do. He saw Jeff's pain but didn't know if the little boy was carrying on like he'd seen of cry-babies at the shopping mall who threw tantrums at their moms for not giving them a new toy... or if Jeff was REALLY hurt. Guilt tugged at his heart for the boy's mournful display. It made him want to cry too. When Jimmy reached out for Jeff's arm to lift him out of the mud, the little boy flailed him away and cried louder. There were clear lines of tears running down the boy's mud-splattered face. His mouth was wide-opened and dripping with saliva. Jimmy couldn't believe how much noise the boy could make. And it was his fault. He felt tears stinging his own eyes but kept them from falling. Jeff continued to resist Jimmy's attempts to lift him out of the mud. It was as if the little boy wanted to wallow in it and cry. Though Jimmy was a few years older than the youth and supposedly stronger for his age, he just couldn't get Jeff out of his mud puddle. A sense of hopelessness overcame Jimmy. He realized that they were deep in the woods, probably lost and far from help. Jeff could be really hurt. That's what most concerned Jimmy. "Are you hurt?" Jimmy asked. When Jeff continued to cry, he began dropping tears himself - from frustration. No loud sobs out of his mouth (only little boys did that) but he felt his face getting wet and his nose pained him. Jimmy sat down beside his friend in the mud in defeat. He didn't care about the messy consequences. Jimmy felt a coolness against his backside. Mud covered the bottom of his legs and it ruined the rear flap to his Indian breech-cloth. But he didn't care. It was his fault... his punishment to bear. Jeff continued to cry but he glanced at Jimmy sitting besides him in the mud with interest. His sobbing wasn't as loud. He even allowed Jimmy's arm around him, taking comfort from the warmth of his friend at his side. The pounding in his head was slowly going away. His sobs turned into hiccups. That surprised Jimmy who began giggling through his tears. An idea came to Jimmy. He reached down for some mud and splattered it against his chest. Jeff stared at him with wide eyes. The little boy ended his sobbing though he continued to hiccup. Jimmy brought up his muddy hand to his face and dirtied up his cheeks. He stuck his tongue out at Jeff like a clown. That caused the little boy to giggle. "Ouch!" Jeff gasped. Giggling had caused his hiccuping to get worse. They racked through his small body like there was no tomorrow. Jimmy began tickling Jeff. He had heard that that could get someone to stop hiccuping so his fingers wiggled into the boy's side to make him laugh. Jeff didn't like it. His hiccuping was really hurting him and Jimmy wasn't helping the situation so he fought back. The two boys flailed against each other, strength against strength. It turned into a mud fight. Jeff tossed a handful at Jimmy. It landed against the boy's left ear and splattered into his hair. Jimmy answered that blow. He tossed mud back at Jeff. It struck the little boy's right shoulder and neck. Their hands reached to the ground for more. The melee continued until both boys were covered in mud. They giggled at the frightful sight of each other. "You're a mud monster!" Jeff taunted his friend. "Oh ya... well you look like doggie do-do!" Both boys giggled. Jimmy reached his arm around Jeff's shoulder and held the boy close to him. They were friends once more. It became a quiet moment for them. Jimmy held onto his friend while clearing his head of troubling thoughts. Jeff felt something growing under his front flap, caused by the touch of another boy's body against his own. It made him question the reasons for it. He wasn't liking the answer. "We're weird, aren't we?" Jeff found himself whispering out loud. Jimmy was struck by his friend's words. It was something that was troubling him as well. He didn't know how to answer Jeff so he kept his mouth shut. The silence between them became uncomfortable. "We should go wash up in the lake before returning to the barracks," Jimmy suggested. "I don't want Kirkland mad at us." Jeff knew that something was wrong. When he tried searching for the reason in his friend's eyes they fell away, but not before he had seen a worried look there and the embarrassment Jimmy was feeling. The boy's words returned to him; what he had spoken out loud - that was the cause. 'A dumb thing for me to have said,' he realized with regret. Jimmy stood while carrying his friend up with him. They dripped mud to their feet. It covered nearly all parts of their bodies: hair matted with mud and faces covered in it. Chests, arms and legs were also darkly coated. Of their breech-cloths, very little unsoiled yellow could be seen peeking through the mud stains. They were ruined. "We are mud monsters," whispered Jimmy, "covered from head to toe." "I don't have any mud in here," Jeff announced. He proudly lifted the front flap to his breech-cloth in the hope that his friend would smile. Jimmy's eyes fell on the boy's pink erection. It was true; there wasn't any mud there but the youth's excited display only reminded him of what had been said earlier... about them being weird. "Show me yours," Jeff asked. Jimmy glared at his friend. He saw where Jeff's eyes were looking low on his body so with some reluctance, he lifted his muddy front flap. A healthy growth was standing up against his belly. For some reason, it bothered him now. Jeff giggled. He stepped closer to Jimmy until their long poles touched. Their sweaty balls pressed together. He felt the older boy's groin hair against his smoothness and it begged a question to be asked. "When do you think I'll get hair above my dick?" Jeff asked. Jimmy thought about it. "I started growing some when I was twelve." "I'm almost eleven," said Jeff, "so I'll grow hair a year from now?" Jimmy nodded. "Your dick will also get bigger and... you know, come out when you pull on it." Jeff's eyes brightened. He stood on tip toes to match the length of his erection against Jimmy's and to get their balls rubbing. His friend's dark groin hair tickled against his smoothness. It was a thrilling thing for the little boy to try. Jimmy liked their touching but it reminded him of Jeff's words again. They were really beginning to bother him. It didn't seem right for boys to be rubbing their male parts together even when it felt good. He stepped away from his friend and dropped the muddy flap over his erection to hide it from sight. Jeff was stunned. He didn't understand his friend's rejection to an act that they had shared with each other before. This caused a dark change of mood in the youth from his earlier proud excitement. He dropped the front flap to his breech-cloth and lowered his head to the ground in shame. "Let's find a way out of these woods," Jimmy asked softly. "We also need to find the lake to clean off all this mud." "I'd rather go to the showers," Jeff suggested. "It's warmer there..." Jimmy glanced back at his friend and caught the hopeful look in the boy's eyes. It brought out a new meaning to his last words about 'warmer'. 'We are weird,' Jimmy realized. He wanted to race with Jeff to the warm showers so that they could embrace. Naked; and to do the things that excited their bodies and make their hearts feel gay. The two boys returned to the narrow path. Mud dripped down from their bodies as they walked. This time, Jimmy continued looking back for his friend. He didn't want to lose him a second time. The trees began to thin out. Jimmy felt that they were headed back towards camp but without any familiar landmarks he couldn't be sure. He sniffed something on the air: the smell of smoke. A pile of rubbish came into view. Parts of it were on fire and the air was filled with falling black ash. From paper or something. Jeff stepped closer to the burning heap and reached his hands out to its warmth. "Don't get too close," Jimmy warned him. He rushed to the boy's side to protect him as an older brother would. The fire warmed their chest and legs. It was a comforting feeling. The boys stood in awe before the growing blaze. A pile of boxes and newspapers were being engulfed. Smoke bellowed out from one box until it too erupted in flames. A thick layer of old ash was at their feet. There were bits of broken glass, metal wire and can tops throughout. This was obviously the camp's dumping ground. A voice boomed out from behind the two boys: "What have we here?" Jimmy turned around in alarm until seeing the familiar face. He calmed his frightened friend with an arm across his shoulders to keep the youth from running away. "Are doz boys hid under all that mud?" the man asked. Jimmy grinned. "Nope. We're mud monsters!" Jeff lost his fear. He studied the brown-skinned man and realized that it was an Indian. A real one. He wore pants and a shirt like everybody else but there were no shoes on his feet. He also had long black hair. "Who is he?" Jeff whispered. "That's Mister Burrows," Jimmy spoke out loud. He wanted to say something more about him to his friend but with the man looking on and hearing what would be said prevented him. Mister Burrows went to the blaze and released the armful of trash that he held. The fire quickly engulfed it. He turned to the two boys with a worried grin. "Mud monsters?" he asked. "Taller one look like Jimmy." Jeff glanced at his friend. There was something interesting in Jimmy's eyes that he didn't understand. Not fear... but something fierce from some strong emotion that he was feeling. They obviously knew each other. "What your name, oh little mud monster?" Mister Burrows asked. Jimmy snapped out of his thoughts. "Ah... I'm Jeff." The Indian nodded his head. "I think there boys hidden under all that mud. To shed your monster skins, follow me to the pump." Jimmy took his friend in hand and eagerly followed behind Mister Burrows. The Indian's long black hair danced down his back. Jimmy's gaze fell lower to the man's ass. It was small in his pants, like a boy's shape and flexed while he walked. He wondered if the man's cheeks were smooth and hairless like a boy's butt. Jeff was staring at another part of the Indian's body: his feet. They were brown like the earth and slim as tree bark. The man's steps were light over the ground with his toes landing first as he walked. Their paired dance mesmerized the youth. Mister Burrows led his two mud monsters to the pump. It was an old relic set in a block of cracked cement. No drain. He took hold of the long rusty arm and began pumping it. Water gushed down at the boys' feet. Jimmy was the first to step into the flowing water. It washed all the mud from his lower body; a refreshing feeling though a bit cold. "Squat down," suggested Mister Burrows. "You've got mud over your back, face and in hair!" Jimmy did as the man asked. He squatted down. The water gushed over his head in surges to the man's pumping. A smell filled the boy's nose from it; kind of like rotten eggs. When the man's pumping ended, he stood up as a clean boy. No longer was he a mud monster. "Your turn," said Mister Burrows to the smaller boy. He stretched out his long arms and began working the pump again. Jeff stood in the flowing water. It felt cold to his small body but he endured it so that the mud would get rinsed away. Jimmy giggled. He saw that the boy's breech-cloth had fallen down his body from the force of the water. Jeff squatted to pick it up. The Indian kept pumping away while his eyes studied the naked youth: no pubic hair, a small butt and an even smaller pole. The man didn't think that Jeff was old enough to come out from his loins. His interests were in teenaged boys who could. Jimmy felt the man's eyes on himself. When he looked up, their eyes met and locked. At that moment, he felt naked in front of the Indian. A kind of fierceness was in the man for him. A strong hunger for something! A stirring filled the boy's loins. He felt the man's attraction to him and it was welcomed. Jimmy looked down at himself, at the soggy cloth that covered the front of his body. He knew that the Indian was following his gaze. In a moment of playfulness, the boy lifted his breech-cloth. He showed the man how his dick was getting hard along his belly. Jeff clutched his fallen breech-cloth in both hands. He continued to squat low so that the water would rinse the mud off his body and out of his hair. The smelly cold water would have to be endured. Mister Burrows nodded to Jimmy. A grin formed on his lips in approval to the boy's male display. Jeff stood up at that moment. He caught what Jimmy was doing and quickly glanced at the man's face. What he saw there was very interesting to him. "Do you like Jimmy?" Jeff blurted out. Mister Burrows glanced at the little boy in surprise. He could only nod his head in reply to such a bold question. Jimmy dropped his front flap over his body. Yet beneath it, the hard bulge could still be seen. Jimmy was embarrassed. He also felt much excitement from what he had done. A simple act... A really dumb thing. And Jeff had seen it and knew what it meant. Jeff was concerned that his friend would become embarrassed from what he had asked of the Indian, about him liking Jimmy so he quickly thought of something to say that would change the subject. "Why aren't you wearing a breech-cloth?" Jeff asked of the man. "If you're a real Indian, why do you wear pants?" Mister Burrows smiled. "You aren't real Indian boys... Why wear deerskin flaps?" he asked back. Jeff was at a loss. He looked down at the soggy breech-cloth in his hands while thinking about it. Jimmy helped him with tying it back around his slim waist. All the while, Mister Burrows watched them in silence. "You two no longer mud monsters," the Indian announced with a grin. "But you're wet as a hairless muskrat. Come with me and I'll get you towels to dry off." Jimmy eagerly nodded his head to the man's suggestion. Jeff didn't think it was a good idea yet he ran after Jimmy and the Indian to join them. He wondered where they were going and if it was far away. Jeff trembled from the cold. Jimmy noticed and held his friend close to him with an arm around his waist. Mister Burrows looked back at his two new friends and led them through the woods to his place. He wondered what could be done to warm the boys up. Jimmy felt the water-soaked flaps pulling down on his thong belt which bit into his waist with each step. His erection had softened some but its rubbing against the wet deerskin felt sensual, almost like pressing against a boy's hard dick. The soggy cloth over his butt heightened his thrills. Jeff seemed not to notice. His slim body trembled from the cold and he grew worried about their destination. The Indian seemed to be taking them further into the thick woods. Jimmy saw something ahead in a clearing. It was a small wooden shack next to a junk pile. 'That's where Mister Burrow's lives?' he wondered. The boy was expecting an Indian tipi or a grand-looking long house that Brightly Dressed stayed in. He found it difficult to accept that a real Indian would live there. Everything looked a mess. Mister Burrows set the two boys before his smoldering fire pit. He broke up a dried branch in his hands to coax fire from the dying coals before dropping logs over it. Jimmy sat over a tree stump. Jeff found a squarish rock to sit on at his friend's side. They stared into the growing flames. "I'll get towels," spoke Mister Burrows. The man went into the small shack with its wooden door banging after him. Jeff looked at Jimmy questioningly. He wondered what they were doing here. "He's a good man," Jimmy explained. He was surprised by his own words since he really didn't know Mister Burrows well. Only that they had shared a male rite between them that had felt good; an awakening to his boyhood but how could he explain all that to Jeff? Mister Burrows returned shortly. In his brown hands were two towels; one of them was folded and clean-looking while the other one, a white one, looked used. Jimmy accepted the white towel to dry his body while allowing Jeff to take the fresh one. "That's all I got," the man explained. "I wasn't expect two wet muskrats to visit me." "That's okay," Jimmy answered. He used the towel to dry his hair and face. The growing fire before them would dry the rest of his body. Jimmy noticed a smell from the towel. He rubbed it over his face some more while sniffing it. The odor was strong, like a man's sweat. It filled the boy's nose and excited him in a strange way. His dick tingled. Jeff stood up from his rock seat to dry all parts of himself. When he lifted his breech-cloth to towel under it, the thong belt broke from around his waist. He sighed with disgust. "Let me have," asked Mister Burrows. "Yours too, Jimmy. I'll set them above the fire so cloths can dry." Jeff gave the man his breech-cloth. He wrapped the towel around himself to cover his nakedness before sitting down on the rock to watch the fire. Jimmy untied his thong belt and gave it to the man along with his two wet flaps. He noticed the dark stains over his painted designs with sadness. Mister Burrows held up one of Jimmy's deerskin flaps. He smiled when pointing out the red circled designs. "That's good," he commented. "Yah, but it's stained from the mud!" said Jimmy. "They're ruined..." The man looked over the boys' painted flaps. "They look good to me, like what I wear when a boy. Not clean, no! But playing in breech-cloth does that with mud and rain and all that." "You wore a breech-cloth when you were a boy?" Jeff asked. The Indian grunted. "A long time ago... on the Reservation." There was a look of sadness on the man's weathered face. Nothing more was said and the boys didn't press him with any more questions. Jimmy folded his white towel and placed it under his butt when sitting over the tree stump. He didn't mind that they could see all of him. Mister Burrows went to the task of constructing a tripod over the fire. He fetched three long sticks and tied them together with thong. Their base was supported by rocks. When the Indian was sure of its sturdiness, he placed the boys' soggy deerskin flaps and thong belts over the tripod within reach of the fire's warmth. "That good," the man announced. "Soon to dry." He stood closer to the fire and watched Jimmy. The boy's nudity was keen in his dark eyes. He saw the bush of dark hair on Jimmy's groin and that his dick was cut. It was developing towards manhood and ready to perform the varied acts of sex that the man knew about if only he'd be given the chance to show the boy. Jeff also looked at Jimmy. What he saw didn't surprise him - that a hard pole was lifting against the boy's hairy groin. He grew excited from seeing it and felt his erection forming inside the towel. The youth felt uncomfortable so he did what came naturally to him: talking. "How do you know Mister Burrows?" Jeff asked of Jimmy. Jimmy shot a glance at the Indian before answering. "I met him in the woods right after we got off the bus. I had to take a piss. He joined me and that's when he showed me an Indian rite." Jimmy looked at the man's face and when he found no embarrassment or concern there he continued. "Our dicks grew long so we handled each other - to come out." Jeff stared at his friend. "What was the ritual part?" he asked. "Oh, Mister Burrows sang an Indian song and he got me to squirt to his hand. He then put his hand and mine together. Said that it passed his man's strength onto me." Jeff only nodded in reply. He had more questions but his throat was dry. His erection now stood up hard and it ached against his smooth belly. The towel around him couldn't do much to keep its bulge from being seen. Jimmy noticed that the bottom legs to Mister Burrow's pants were wet - probably from water that had splashed on him from the pump. It gave the boy an idea. Something bold to try. "You've got wet clothes too," he said while pointing at the man's lower pants. "Why not dry them over the fire with our breech-cloths?" Mister Burrows didn't say a word. He stared at Jimmy to fathom the boy's intent. Jeff KNEW that his friend really liked the Indian and that he was hoping to see the man naked. They had just BEEN naked with another man so why did his friend want to do more things? Jeff didn't know. But he wanted to help his friend so he asked of the man, "are you embarrassed to drop your pants?" There was still reluctance in the Indian. Something more had to be done. The little boy grinned when he rose from his rock seat to offer the man his towel. "You can cover up with this if you're shy." Mister Burrows stared at the little boy. He was naked and holding out the towel to him. A boy's stick stood along his belly without shame. "No, I won't need it," the man muttered. Jeff glanced at Jimmy while shrugging his shoulders. He didn't know what else to try. "Sit on your towel," Jimmy suggested. Jeff folded the towel before placing it under his pale little butt. He sat down with crossed arms. The eyes from both boys looked expectantly at Mister Burrows. The man grunted in defeat. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped its fly. They fell down at his feet. No underwear was being worn. The man reached down for his wet pants and carried it to the tripod. Jimmy could see that the man had a brown butt. It matched the color of the rest of his Indian body. There was a nice roundness to his cheeks and they weren't hairy like Peter's ass. No more than a boy's size! After setting his pants over the fire to dry, the Indian turned to the youths. His fingers set to the task of unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't wet but the man decided to bare himself completely to join them. An excitement was stirring in his loins. Hope was in his lonely heart. 'It's a long one,' Jimmy noticed. He saw how the brown shaft to the man's cock was thick because of its foreskin. There was a bush of flattened black hair on his groin just like he remembered it from yesterday in the woods. Jeff grinned. He saw the Indian's discomfort so he sprang off his rock perch to dance and hoot around the man. Jimmy giggled. Mister Burrows endured the boys' attention. He wasn't used to being naked before others but Jimmy was his friend and now so was Jeff. The man wondered where things were going to lead to because of it. Jeff stood at the man's side. He studied his brown shape and saw that something didn't look right. "You have really long arms," he commented out loud. "Long legs, too." Jimmy saw what his friend was pointing out. The Indian did have long arms and legs, a bit skinny though muscled in the right places as a man should have. He asked Mister Burrows about it. "I have Marfan's Syndrome," the Indian whispered. "What's that?" Jeff blurted out. "It came from my parents to me. Makes my legs and arms long like a scarecrow... and other things not so good." From the serious expression on the man's face, neither boy wanted to press him any further about it. 'Marfan's syndrome' sounded like some kind of horrible disease. Mister Burrows grinned to break the dark mood of the moment. He put his hand on Jeff's shoulder. "You look with an eagle's eye, little one. What else to see in me?" Jeff glanced nervously at Jimmy. His mouth opened in spite of the need for caution or careful thought and blurted out, "You're... Big!" Mister Burrows laughed. "Yes. I'm feeling a man's excitement because of our shared nudity," he explained. "Now what do?" Jeff shrugged his shoulders while Jimmy giggled nervously. The man was getting used to being naked in front of the boys. He walked around the fire to check on the progress of their drying clothes. Steam rose from the soggy deerskin flaps and his pants legs. He knew that they would be dry soon. "You look like an Indian that I've seen in my school's picture books," said Jimmy. He studied the man's slim form from head to foot. The Indian had the typically brown (almost ugly) face, long black hair flowing down his shoulders and back, a small brown butt and strong legs that went down to his callused feet. Jeff was also admiring the man's body. It looked very different from Peter's hairy paleness - slimmer and very brown, like what an Indian was expected to look like except for his face. The man's was ugly. Not from being old (he wasn't) or from scars (there weren't any) but the shape of his face, its big nose sitting between his stretched cheeks didn't look right to the youth. When the man stared back at him, Jimmy dropped his eyes to the ground in embarrassment. He looked at the Indian's feet. The toes were of lighter color beneath when they lifted from the ground. Mister Burrows had nice rounded feet. They attracted him. He walked over to the man and stomped his right foot over Mister Burrow's in play. Jimmy wondered what Jeff was doing. He saw how different the little boy's pale foot was to the man's rounded brown foot. They pressed together like how butts can touch. 'A strange thought!' Mister Burrows stood like a strong oak. He knew that the boys were comparing themselves to him, seeing the differences between a man's developed body to theirs. The differences went deeper; one of race. The Indian suspected what was going through their minds: stereotypes and wild Western ideals. Mister Burrows asked, "Were the Indians in your school books riding horses and shooting arrows at the buffalo? Scenes of fierce wild savages?" "Yes. They looked free... and happy." Jimmy wondered what the man was trying to get at. Mister Burrows grunted. "Books don't show what happen to us on the Reservation. Don't show sadness and hunger and bad things." "What things?" Jeff asked. (He was always beating Jimmy to asking the obvious questions.) "We lost freedom to the white man," Mister Burrows continued. "Put us on bad land that was dust and couldn't grow things. Lot of my People were put there. Government gave us food but not enough to eat. The old People died in much sadness. The young ones were taken to learn white man's ways in school. Not taught our good ways of Earth Mother and Father Sky... I hid so they not taken me to learn their bad ways." "You ran away to here?" Jimmy asked. He was already feeling bad from hearing about the Indian's troubles yet he wanted to learn all that he could about Mister Burrows and the Indians of today. "No. I work here in the summer to earn money to take back to the Reservation. Have a brother and two sisters to help." Jimmy was confused by the man's answer but he accepted it. Mister Burrows was working as a janitor at Camp Shingobeck to earn money so that he could feed his family. A thought struck the boy. Did he have a wife back there? "No," answered Mister Burrows to Jimmy's bold question. "I don't want." A grin came to Jimmy's face. He knew what the Indian man really wanted. The fire popped and hissed. Above it, steam rose from the wet clothes. He regretted that they would soon be dry enough to wear. "Can you tell us something," Jeff whispered to the man. He stood close at the Indian's side but wouldn't look at him. "Ask little one and I will say." Jeff felt reluctance and that was unusual for him but what he wanted to ask was something hard; something that had caused Jimmy embarrassment so he was afraid of how the man would react. Jimmy felt the little hairs at the back of his neck prickle up. He thought that he KNEW what Jeff was going to ask the man. It gave him something to worry about but he was also hoping the boy would ask it so they could be given a man's answer. Jeff swallowed in his dry throat. He felt the eyes of the Indian upon him so he continued with his question. "Is it okay to like boys?" Mister Burrows thought for a moment. He wasn't sure what the youth was asking him. "I like boys," he finally answered. "Do you?" Jeff slowly nodded. "To like boys... in that way." He pointed at his erection and then at Jimmy's. The man nodded with relief. "Yes. I understand. You are good friends so you two share its pleasure. Okay for boys to do that. I want to be your good friend too." Jeff stared at the man's big cock, swollen with its moist knob popped out from the thick skin. Breaths raced through his open mouth. Fire was in the Indian's eyes. His whole body seemed tense as if he were ready to fall on them like an angry bear. "Let me tell you something," said Mister Burrows. "When I a boy, my friends play with me in all ways. Things to strength up our bodies and to test them. We ran until out a breath, wrestled to set an order among us and the big boys showed the smaller boys how to prove manhood - did things with them that was good to feel there." (He pointed at Jeff's erection.) Jeff blurted out, "What things?" The Indian grinned. "Big boys show off their hard bodies and put little boys to envy. Gave up seed to little boys so their bodies grow strong into manhood." "Can you show us?" Jimmy asked. His eyes pleaded at the Indian to do something with them. It was an aching in him for a father's instruction, and something more. There was a fierce reply in the man's dark eyes. From surprise or excitement? The boy wasn't sure. The Indian turned his back on the boys and cross his arms over his chest. He stood for a long moment in silence. A pang of fear squeezed Jimmy's stomach as if he had swallowed a rock. Was the man upset by what he had asked? Mister Burrows flexed his butt muscles. His cheeks humped in a display that he hoped would attract the youths to him yet nothing happened after counting two hand-fingers of heartbeats. 'Maybe don't know what I want," the man realized. 'They only white boys and not of my blood.' Jeff looked down from the Indian's flexing to stare at his brown feet. They lifted from the ground on his toes. A thrill when through his dick at the sight of their flexing. Jimmy watched the man's butt humping with interest. It was exciting to see the Indian's sexy performance but he didn't know what it meant. A kind of ritual to be sure but what was he expecting of them? Mister Burrows turned his head to the boys. "Rub bottoms with mine," he asked. He slapped over the cheeks of his butt and turned away again. Jeff giggled. He looked to Jimmy first before doing as the man had asked. His friend shrugged his shoulders in reply. The youth walked over to Mister Burrows and looked at his butt. It was still flexing in a kind of belly dance. The boy turned around. Jimmy grinned when his friend stepped back to touch butts with the Indian man. Jeff felt the warmth of their bodies pressing together. Long arms reached down to capture his hands into the man's. They clasped tightly. Their butts rubbed. A low sound came from the Indian's throat in a kind of song. Jeff became excited. An Indian ritual was beginning! Jimmy got up from his tree stump to get a closer look. He saw that the man and the boy were holding hands, butts rubbing in a kind of backwards dance. Jeff had an erection sticking up along his belly. When Jimmy went to Mister Burrow's side, he glanced at the man's hairy groin. It didn't surprise him to see the thick cock standing out from his body with its brown knob popped out. A sticky fluid dripped down its thick shaft from the piss hole. "Come to me," asked Mister Burrows. "Face to face in an embrace." Jimmy felt a deep pang in his stomach. Not from fear but the familiar warning that he was about to have sex with a man. The dark eyes pierced him. He saw such longing in the Indian for him - to hold him. The boy walked around the man's side and faced him. He was a little reluctant to get closer. A foolish fear or something... The boy didn't know. When he looked down at himself, he saw that his dick was sticking up and filled with such an aching. No match for the huge size of the Indian's cock. Mister Burrows pleaded again: "Come to me, boy." Jimmy stepped a little closer. The front of their naked bodies whispered together in warmth. A ticklish sensation. Their dicks touched in hardness - a boy's pink size to the man's swollen brown. A gentle rubbing began; belly to belly which sent shivers down the boy's spine. Jeff continued to rub butts with the Indian. His hands were still held tightly in the man's so he couldn't escape. He knew that something was happening on the other side - something that involved Jimmy. He turned his head but nothing could be seen but the Indian's backside. His gaze lowered to their touching butts: his pale boy's size to the man's brown roundness. They slowly rubbed together. He looked down at their feet. The man's brown heels bumped against his that sent shivers through him. He felt thrills in his erection from their rough touch. With his hands being held, he couldn't reach down to beat off though. The man also needed a free hand. He loosened his right hand from Jeff's and brought it around to Jimmy's backside to bring the boy closer to him. Their loins squashed between their hairy groins. Mister Burrows erupted in song. With his body covered by sweet boys, his heart soared like an eagle! It made him very happy. He sang the ritual words a medicine man had once taught him. Words of joy and of life that had meaning when everything around them - the plights of their People had threatened to drown their souls in woe. The medicine man had also shown him male love like what he was embracing with these two boys. Jimmy was beginning to feel the joy from their joining. He watched in awe as their dicks pressed together and rubbed. A male dance to the rhythm of the Indian's harsh song. He reached out to Mister Burrow's hips and held them. The man nodded and stood proud before the boy. "What are you doing?" Jeff asked. His high-pitched voice was easily heard over the man's low singing. "I'm holding him," answered Jimmy, "rubbing our dicks." A giggled came from Jeff but nothing more was asked. Jimmy stared at the Indian's brown chest, at his nipples that stood out from his breast. They attracted him. A man's strength shown from their shapely muscles. Not too strong but more than a boy's flat chest. He arched his back so that their chests could rub like their male parts below. It was an exciting thing for the boy to perform with a grown man. The Indian's song filled with breaths. A harsh sound that revealed how his body was nearing its climatic dance's ending. Jeff continued to hump against the man's soft backside while Jimmy aimed his erection against the man's dripping cock and stabbed. Without warning, a white squirt came out to him. The Indian growled like a bear when his cum shot to Jimmy again. It clung to the boy's pale belly in sticky globs. Jeff knew that something had happened. The Indian's song had ended. He pulled from the man's grip and stepped around to see Jimmy looking down at himself with wide eyes. Then he saw it too. Mister Burrows was gasping for breath. He looked stunned. Jeff went to his friend and pointed at the thick white streaks on him. Jimmy nodded with much excitement. "He did that on me!" The man spoke. "Yes. My seed is given to boy... in ritual. It can get your loins with a man's strength." "How?" Jeff asked. Mister Burrows reached out his right hand to Jimmy's wet belly. He carried his cum down to the youth's hard loins. "From a man's seed is given the boy power - to fill your loins with strength unto manhood." Jeff watched in awe as the Indian fingered his cum around Jimmy balls. He could just imagine its power filling them from the rite. "You accept my gift?" the man asked. His sticky palm cupped the boy's swollen balls. Jimmy nodded. "Yes. I want to grow into a man!" "You will," announced Mister Burrows, "but now you are still a boy. And youth is within you that could bring me a few more summers upon Mother Earth. Will you allow me to take some?" Jimmy was puzzled. He didn't know what the man was asking of him. Jeff shrugged his slim shoulders. He didn't know either. "How?" Jimmy asked. Mister Burrows smiled. He squatted to the ground before Jimmy until he was eye-level with the youth's erection. Its need called out to him. But first, he would explain the act. "My seed is given you for a man's strength; it fills your loins. I want to bring out your boy's youth and in me to bring more years to my life." The man pressed his nose against Jimmy's hairy groin. Its lime smell was very attractive to him. The fierceness of lust made him bold yet he tried controlling his sexual rage to make it a gentle act. "What are you going to do?" The man heard Jimmy's fear. He tilted his head back and looked up at the boy with a sly grin. "I want to drink your youth. A good rite to feel so don't be afraid." Jimmy swallowed nervously in his throat. He had an idea of what the Indian wanted to do with him. His dick was hard and really aching. He wondered what the act would feel like. In the next moment, Jimmy felt it: a slippery warmth going down his erection and gently sucking it. Firm hands went around his butt and held. A gasp came from Jeff. He was just as surprised by the man's act as Jimmy. Jimmy stared down at it. He saw the man's black-haired head bobbing up and down against his groin. The firm hands pulled over his butt in a timed manner to his sucking. Yes. The man really had his dick in his mouth! It became a very ticklish sensation. A shiver went through Jimmy's body, especially when the man's tongue brushed over the tip of his dick. The thrills were building up; he felt them deep in his gut. In the man's strong hands, his butt was made to hump and that forced him to stab deep through the man's slippery mouth. The pace quickened. Jeff couldn't believe his eyes. He saw the Indian crouched over the dirt with his face pressed against Jimmy's groin. No sign of the boy's dick but he knew it was in the man's mouth. He was forcing Jimmy to stab. There was a fierce expression on his friend's face; pain? or that neat feeling his dick was giving him? Jeff wasn't sure. Jimmy surrendered himself utterly to the man. His body bucked forward like a wild mustang, driven by his dick's lust. It was a dark sensation to the boy but one of increasing pleasure. He reached out to the Indian's shoulders and held on. The slippery mouth sucked on his dick. It became a sweet, unbearable pain! Jeff heard his friend cry out. Not from fear or from pain but a cry that was the sweet call of male ecstasy. The Indian kept his hands tight around the boy to drink him all in. Their sexual rite came to an end. With a wet pull from his dick, the man released him. He stood up with a proud face and held the boy's shoulders. No words were needing to be said. Jimmy knew what happened; that Mister Burrows wanted to drink it. Jeff was at a loss for words. He wanted to ask something but no sound came out of his open mouth. A clear pearl formed from Jimmy's piss hole. The man put his finger under it and brought it to the left side of his chest, anointing his body with the boy's love essence over his heart. "I feel your youthfulness entering my aged body," announced Mister Burrows. "That a good thing so I may live a while longer upon our Mother!" Jimmy glanced at Jeff with a sheepish grin. He knew that the little boy had witnessed what he'd done. A heavy breath came out of him from sexual relief. His dick remained hard though. Jeff felt very anxious. Though his pole couldn't squirt he still felt his male need for release. Almost like a pain! He reached down to his stiff pole and began pulling over it with quick strokes. His dry handling soon brought an angry color to the skin of his dick. With a concerned grunt, Mister Burrows remembered their clothes over the fire and rushed to check on them. He didn't notice the little boy's need. Jimmy did. With outstretching arms, he beaconed the youth to him and Jeff went eagerly into those arms. It was becoming a common ritual for them. Their bodies touched and were held together with hands reaching low with butts gripped. Hard poles rubbed. Jeff's felt the sticky coating of saliva on Jimmy's between them and it was like healing balm to his angry-colored pole. But it was the warmth from his friend's body that most embraced him. A feeling of belonging and safety; a close friend to call his own. Jimmy felt the little boy's puffs of breath on his shoulder. Jeff's slim body trembled. A heart beat against his chest... At that moment Jimmy realized the power of what they were doing; that he was holding a living person in his arms for need and comfort, a younger brother needing to be taken care of. It made him feel tall and proud. Jeff pressed his face into his friend's right shoulder. He was being swept by male forces inside him that were coming out. His hips gyrated from his quick stabbing; butt flexing, held tightly in Jimmy's hands while he held onto the boy's softness. Not much movement back there. No real need in the older boy to thrust. Jeff felt the need but it came more from wanting to take his friend back from that man than for penile thrills. His body was small and immature. He couldn't perform all the things the Indian could but Jimmy accepted him as a friend. His need. Bang it out! Jimmy heard the boy's voiced breath. The stabbing against his dick paused a moment in trembling anxiousness, a gasping breath that was followed by another round of violent stabs that had the youth reaching climax again. 'When would Jeff be done with it?' he wondered. Jeff felt his thrills but tried for even greater ones. His small body was locked in Jimmy's tight arms. His stabs found a slippery place to ride against: heated against his balls yet coarse at the tip of his pole when reaching to the boy's groin hair. Jeff held breaths deep in himself. He wanted to be able to come out like an older boy. Another sharp outcry! Jeff became limp in Jimmy's arms which bore the youth's weight but after a long moment he continued his male assault. More stabbing. More butt pulling over Jimmy as if milking the boy for his power. Jeff's breaths became erratic and loud sounding. Pained gasps. Jimmy became very concerned. He put a stop to it by lifting his young friend up from the ground. Jeff was half-dragged towards the fire. Mister Burrows had already put his warm clothes back on. In his hands were the dried squares of deerskin for the boys to wear. A smile broke over his face when seeing Jimmy's struggle with Jeff. It seemed that the little boy wanted to continue his male battle with the older boy and the man was reminded of a similar struggle in his youth. This is what the man remembered of it. When he was only a little older than Jeff, the shaman (medicine man) of his tribe had asked for a drink of his youthfulness. It had awed Rabbit-in-the-hole (his boyhood name) that such a powerful and respected man would ask such a thing of so little a boy. He agreed to the honor. They came before a fire in the dark night. Alone and away from the Reservation buildings that housed his People. His small body was chalked white for purity and to give path to the release of power deep in him. That's what the medicine man had explained. Rabbit-in-the-hole was erected in hand by the aged medicine man and he was asked to stare into night's sky during the ritual. The man's handling felt good but also tickly. He asked Rabbit-in-the-hole to bring out his youthfulness but in spite of all the man's attempts, nothing would. The boy wavered in his attention to the stars when feeling a slippery warmth around his pole. Before raising his head upwards, he saw the shaman's flowing hair against his belly and knew that he was trying to suck it out of him - the man's mouth around his pole! All that night, the medicine man tried. It became a frantic attempt on the boy's part to satisfy his demanding elder. He recalled how breaths raced through his open mouth, how his heart war-drummed and in return he was rewarded with ever increasing thrills from his dick. Nothing for the shaman though. In disappointment, he was finally released from the ritual. It led to an awakening of his sexuality. He showed other boys what was shown him and that led to special friendships. His small body was made to satisfy boys his age and older. New rituals were shown him but not all were pleasurable for Rabbit-in-the-hole. On the night of the Sleeping Moon, the shaman always sought him out for another attempt to take some of his youthfulness. The boy enjoyed the thrills he was given but nothing could come out. It wasn't until nearly a year later, at the age of twelve that his youthfulness finally came out to the medicine man. On that night, he was given an older boy's name. Mister Burrows nodded at that memory before returning to the Now. The little boys stood facing him. From his hands were taken their dried deerskin flaps, each boy dressing the other with the tying of belt thongs and the hanging of folded cloths. The man noticed the faded painted designs on them; they weren't as brilliant. Yet in each boy was a bright glow of happiness coming from their friendship. From wisdom, the Indian knew that outer appearances meant little when compared to spirit. "We need to be going now," asked Jimmy. He looked up at the man with timid eyes. Mister Burrows smiled gently. "You are boys again from being mud monsters," he announced. "Go with a good heart and I will think of you until our next visit." Jeff saw the force of the Indian's dark eyes falling on Jimmy after speaking his parting words. A bit of jealously rose up in him for it. Especially when his friend nodded in response. He turned away and ran into the woods. Jimmy gave the Indian a hand wave before chasing after the boy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of file: RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-5 This story continues in RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-6