****************************************************************************** SHAMAN-WILLOW-BIRD-13 "Shaman Willow Bird" story series Shaman Willow Bird (part 13) Copyright 2001-2002 by Vince Water ****************************************************************************** * "Shaman Willow Bird" 11/02 * * (part 13) * The trees end when I step into a clearing. Fog hangs in the air. It covers the tops of my tribe's tipis that stand in the distance like tiny mountain peaks. My wandering through the woods has taken me to the place of our dead. A lone platform is seen. I look at the small covered body, the boyhood objects hanging down that will no longer be taken in hand for play. I'm saddened. Wolf Pawing was killed by a lusting Trickster who ill used the boy, dumping his mutilated body at the Split Tribe in the hope of sparking war between our two People. That was Tash-o-gwa's evil intent. He wanted our tribe to blame theirs for the boy's murder. War was averted when my brother convinced the Split Tribe's Chiefs to act towards their innocence by returning the boy's body to his father admits an honor guard. Stands Tall vowed to help Fire-singes- his-hair hunt down his son's killer. A noble gesture. Yet how can mere warriors confront a servant of the Darkness-that-comes? Foiled to get our tribes to fight amongst themselves, Tash-o-gwa has returned to his tribe, the Spear-bearing People with lies in his mouth to enflame them to make war on us. My gift of Fire Speaking had revealed this to me. He wore the guise of the boy he was before becoming a Trickster to say that everyone in their peace party led by warrior/shaman Snarling Bear had been murdered by the Kalinlepi. That's not true! It was Tash-o-gwa himself who slew the Spear-bearing Chief's youngest son in the plains. He attacked our tribe's shaman. He murdered Wolf Pawing and had stolen Stands Tall's son from his tipi intending to rape and kill him until my intervention prevented it. Snarling Bear is dead. Though my tribe had beat him (thinking he was the one who attacked our shaman), he went Above to trade his life for my shaman so that he could remain on our Mother for a while longer to train me in the sacred ways of my People. Aware of his fate (shown him in vision), Snarling Bear asked Smiles A Lot, his pupil to come to the Kalinlepi to train me in the use of our Father's gifts and help me become the next leader of the Mahyee-na. We only had a short time together before he was returned to the Split Tribe, tortured and killed as an enemy scout. My heart aches at his loss! I stare at the lone platform with the fear that more of my People will be killed because of Tash-o-gwa. He's bringing warriors from the Spear-bearing Tribe and their allies, the Thundering Horsemen (Shew-owa) who come to avenge the deaths of their tribesmen that were not caused by my People! The only remaining witness to this truth is Snarling Bear's mother who was part of his peace party. She had come for a visit with her daughter, my chief's second wife. And there she remains, reunited with Dew-on-the-petals and staying in my chief's tipi until her tribesmen come to rub us out. I drop my head in despair. War is coming to my People because of the evil crafting of Tash-o-gwa. Only I have the power to stop him but I'm untrained. The warriors he bring may be stopped by ours and men from the Moss-bowl. The Split Tribe will join us in common cause because they will also be attacked. So many enemy warriors! My hope lies with the acorn sleeping in my bundle. He'll take root in me and bring about my Change as a tree so that I can rally the forest warriors to protect my People. I dread that necessity. No longer will I remain as Willow Bird. Only a few days remain to me as a human being. I know this because that Shew-owa scout I Healed told me that his warriors are soon to attack. I allowed him to escape the Woods Tribe because it was part of our Father's Great Plan. In return, he promised to warn his warriors about the forest sentinels who guard my tribe but he doubts they will believe him. I turn away from this place of death. More death and suffering is before me that I cannot prevent! My People have a chance for survival. How many will die on both sides of this war? The Darkness-that-comes will be the only victor. He wants an end to life and the Light of our Father who shines through His children. I will serve our Father. Make the sacrifice of self when I am Changed. Oh, why has this burden come to my shoulders?! Why has He chosen me? I'm startled from my troubling thoughts by a loud snort coming from the corral. It's filled with many horses, more than to account for those brought by the Moss-bowl added to my tribe's. There are horses stake-tied outside. I gently make my way to the gate so as to not spook them. Heads turn at my approach. I hear a dun's hungry nickering. Song Bird and Yellow Hair will be hard-pressed to gather enough grass to feed them all. Within the corral, I recognize those mounts used by my tribe. Mingling with them are horses brought by the Moss-bowl while some are stake-tied outside. A handful of plains horses have been kept in a group away from the others. They are painted appaloosas, reminding me of Pai-alucia whom I lost. I search for him in the corral against all hope. My heart leaps into my throat. I see Pai-alucia! I'm jumping over the gate and make my way towards him. He's not been lost in the plains. I recall my pursuit along the river path. My tribesmen didn't spot me but they must have found my horse. Pai-alucia bobs his head when I approach. I launch my arms around his neck, whispering my thanks for being such a good horse. My heart bursts that we are together again! I raise my right hand to the sky, thanking our Father. I stand back from my horse to look upon him. He's the same as I remember. A check of his body reveals no injuries. He's been groomed, a valuable mount though he's getting on in years. My hand runs along his belly until finding his sheath, my fingers reaching within for his knob. I also cop a feel of his bulging orbs filled with male power. My loins tingle. A lustful memory returns to me of watching Big Horn coaxing this horse's flow into his hands and smearing it over our naked bodies. The strong sexual smell. Our embrace was enhanced by the stallion's cum, the slippery sensation given us when we had belly rubbed. That sweet memory fades in my head. My heart aches at losing Big Horn, his horse my only connection to him. I bury my face in Pai-alucia's shaggy hide. My monedo's teachings will guide me into manhood and I'll always remember how we loved! He now dwells in the Above with his first lover, Coyote Thief. My sorrow deepens. I loved that warrior's son: Smiles A Lot. Has it been nearly two hands of fingers in days since his death? I'm shaken by a terrible realization. That's what I've felt missing in me - my lover's spirit! The last time I felt his Presence was when making love to Chung. I press my hands against my head. 'Oh, Ring Boy. Please tell me where my lover's spirit has gone?' Only the sound of my heart is heard. I fear that he's also deserted me. I wander through the maze of horses in pain of my loss. The gate comes before me and I struggle to climb over it, stunned as if from a tomahawk blow. Smiles A Lot is gone. Where has his spirit flown? I drop to the ground in defeat. I'm truly alone without the guidance of Ring Boy and my lover's spirit who had dwelled within me. Anger swells in my chest. I raise my fists to the sky and shout, "This is too great a burden for me to carry alone!" Tears fill my eyes. I let them fall though my arms cover my face so that no one will see my weakness. I'm feeling wretched; alone. This path I've been made to follow is a difficult one. For a long while, I give in to sorrow. No answer has come to my plea unto our Father. Am I not worthy? I've already sacrificed so much, suffered much. All those who I have loved are dead. My People don't accept my spirit. In their eyes, I'm a mere boy so how can I lead them into the Light? I lift my head from my chest in the hope of being given an answer. I'm startled to see a man standing before me. I have to wipe my eyes before making him out. It's Thump. A hoarse whisper comes out of his mouth. I think he's uttered my name. My right hand is raised to him in greeting. He grabs it, lifting me up from the ground. I see pity in his eyes for me. I lower mine in shame. "Why sad?" utters Thump. My eyes widen in surprise. "You can talk?" The man rubs his throat. I see pain coming into his eyes. 'My voice is slowly returning,' Thump gestures. 'It hurts to speak though.' I remember trying to Heal his injury. "You are out of practice. Ah. Say something else." Thump's mouth opens but only air escapes. 'Your lover said that I would regain the use of my voice. Sometimes, I am able to speak a few hoarse words.' The bright smile on my face fades. Does he know that Smiles A Lot is dead? Thump offers me his arms and I enter them, welcoming his tight embrace. Tears fill my eyes. "They killed... him." The man pats my back. He already knew. I Feel his anguish through our Connection and we share this moment of pain together. When I've regained my composure, I ask: 'Why have you come to my tribe?' Thump is startled by my voice inside his head. 'Ah. My war leader has brought his son to thank you for rescuing him from the woods. We are trading with your People.' I remember Smoke that Doesn't Lie telling me that he'd soon be visiting with my tribe. I'm glad that Thump has come along. 'Willow Bird. I have thought about what you've told me about the Mahyee-na. I have come to join your society.' I push on the man's chest to study his face. We're Connected in thought but I need to see his eyes. 'My brother and I are all that remains of the Mahyee-na. The others have been taken by the Darkness-that-comes or killed by an ignorant People. There may be one other. I've learned from a boy pining on the mountain that his lover, Sings-to-the-birds is missing. He was initiated by Big Horn.' I Send him what has happened to that brave. 'Then you need a Protector,' answers Thump. 'I saw you being attacked by your tribesmen with the painted face. Almost, I ran to your aid until seeing you defeat him.' 'He is Catch-fish-with-arrows.' I don't mention that he's the one who had sent my lover across the river to his death. 'Others of your tribe may not welcome your return,' Thump warns. 'I can protect myself.' 'Yes. I have seen your powers, Willow Bird but you must not use them openly least the People fear you. Squirrel Tail has told us how you fought those angry trees. Men like Smoke That Doesn't Lie don't know what to make of you. I also feared you. Yet I've come to accept what you can do as a gift from our Father.' Thump is right. I was warned that People would come to fear my abilities and it's not how a shaman should lead them. 'Will you consider my offer?' asks Thump. It saddens me that I should need a protector but Catch-fish-with-arrows and Iron Bow prove that I'm in need of one. If Thump had stood guard outside the shaman's lodge that night, Smiles A Lot would be alive today. 'Will you initiate me Mahyee-na?' asks Thump. 'I need to set my place amongst the Kalinlepi. My People may never accept what I am, a lover of boys. And there's the coming war with the Spear-bearing Tribe and the Thundering Horsemen.' 'I realize the difficulties that lie ahead. Let me be at your side to ensure that you have a chance to survive them.' A decision comes to me. 'I accept your offer as my Protector.' 'That is good,' Thump answers. I sense this man's relief. He'd have stuck to my side even if I didn't accept his offer. I grip the man's arms and peer deep into his head, to know all the reasons for him wanting to be initiated Mahyee-na. This is what I discover. Thump's spirit had been awakened by love. He shared what I felt for Smiles A Lot and hopes to find love himself. That can't be found amongst his own People. He's regained his worth as a man. 'Your are deep in my head, Willow Bird.' 'Yes. I needed to know if you've forgiven yourself for... his death.' Anguish comes through our Connection but the man clamps down on his strong emotions. I see nothing on his face to give himself away. 'My love for Grass Bender will always be in my heart,' admits Thump. 'I don't think I'll be able to forgive myself for what happened to him.' 'The Thundering Horsemen killed him.' 'Yes. But I shouldn't have put that boy in harm's way.' Sadness fills me. Thump blames himself for that boy's death. I recall what he's told me about how that happened. They had taken a trip into the plains so that he could see if Grass Bender would return his love. He'd been acting as monedo for that fatherless youth. Love grew secretly in him but he feared the boy's rejection. In the plains, alone, their hearts were bared and they loved. Thump knew that his tribe wouldn't accept it. He took the boy deeper into the plains so they'd have more time to be together. That's when five Shew-owa warriors fell on them. They raped his boy as he was forced to watched. Then they murdered him. Thump was also left for dead with his throat slashed and is the reason why he cannot speak. That is, until I Healed that injury. I'm distracted from my thoughts when Thump notices someone approaching the corral. I turn, seeing that it's Fire-singes-his-hair. He is often watching over our tribe's horses. I take Thump in hand and rush us to the woods. We follow a path that will take us to the river. A stand of cat tails are passed. I smile from my sweet memory of Song Bird, how we've renewed our love. His spirit is not like mine but our boyhood friendship has made us very close. I've learned this summer that we have the same father. We're half brothers. When we near the river, I turn to face Thump. Words and hand gesturing is too clumsy so I Connect our thoughts. 'Does your war leader come to form an alliance with our tribe against our enemies?' Thump lowers his head. 'No. We don't have enough men to send you. Our chief has sent words through Smoke That Doesn't Lie to your chief that we'll warn you if Spear-bearing warriors are seen.' 'The Thundering Horsemen have joined them.' I Show Thump that a Shew-owa scout had been captured by the Woods Tribe and what I've learned from him. I Sense this man's growing anger. He hopes to meet their warriors in battle so that he can avenge his lover's death. 'Do not throw your life away!' I warn. 'Protect the women and children of my tribe when they come.' Thump considers my plea. 'I am your Protector and will do as you say.' 'The trees will defend my tribe when I call them.' I add. Thump remembers that gnarled hickory who came at us with rage. 'Why would those evil trees help you?' 'Not all the trees have black hearts,' I explain. 'Already they stand in watch for men in the woods. They cannot tell the difference between friends of my tribe or enemy warriors though.' Thump nods his head. 'We felt the forest's anger when traveling through them to reach your tribe yesterday,' thinks Thump. 'It was frightening! They rained down leaves, stuck out their roots in an attempt to trip our horses and branches had reached out to swat us.' 'That is nothing compared to what will happen when I rally them, Thump. Remember this! Do not enter the woods when battle comes.' My hand lifts to clutch my bundle containing the acorn. My life as I've known it will end then. 'I sense that you're not telling me everything, Willow Bird.' My thoughts become guarded from this man. Mind Speaking is sometimes too revealing and I don't want him to know how I fear my Change when the acorn takes root in me. "I carry many burdens, Thump." The man drops his eyes from mine and nods. 'I would share them with you,' he asks. "Acting as my Protector is enough." I've reverted to speaking to hide my thoughts but accept his in place of clumsy hand gesturing. I grasp the man's chin to get his eyes back to mine. Sharing thoughts is a wondrous gift of communication but what can be read from one's eyes is equally important. "I will tell you everything after you've been initiated Mahyee-na." 'And what will my butt learn?' the man asks. A hoarse breath explodes out of him when he laughs. "That you are willing to give yourself to needing men while remaining a man yourself. It isn't that brutal act you have witnessed." 'I have an idea of that joy you and Smiles A Lot felt when offering yourselves to my need.' "Our butts enjoyed the feel of your big cock." I Send Thump my memory of watching him fucking Smiles A Lot in the woods. His powerful thrusts. I had felt them in my ass and afterwards, my lover and I had rubbed our wet butts together with the joy of being Mahyee-na. A deep longing fills Thump's eyes. I Sense his lust, my hand reaching down to his front flap confirms it. "You've not relieved yourself since being with my lover and I?" Thump shakes his head. 'The joy from fucking cannot compare to spilling my loins in hand.' I pull the man's front flap from his belt. His cock stands along his hairy groin with an oozing knob. After pulling away my rear flap, I turn and get on tip toes to impale myself on his impressive manhood. My eyes narrow in pain. Thump tries pushing me away but I reach back for his hips and grasp them. My asshole manages to swallow most of his thick shaft. 'I am feeling your pain, Willow Bird. You don't have to do this.' 'But I want to. You're in need as a man and I can offer you relief. That's how my spirit directs me, Thump. We can join our bodies just like we're Sharing our thoughts.' Strong hands slip around my waist. I look down to see the man's hands locked over my belly. 'I have wanted to embrace you again, Willow Bird after that day we met. Sticking in your butt had given meaning to my identity as a man. Mostly out of lust. I know that it also satisfies your yearning to give yourself to a man. The boy in you needs to grow up though.' I recall what Thump has told me about my innocence - how I strive to correct every wrong and see things as only sunlight or shadow. I want to do good, help others even when they won't accept it. I've learned much since last we met. Who am I to judge what is the correct thing to do? My abilities grant me power over others but I must not impose my will. Everyone must follow their own path. Just as I'm following mine into manhood. 'I sense that change in you, Willow Bird.' I keep forgetting to guard my thoughts! Thump gives my butt a big stab. I suck in a pained breath, expecting his next love blow but it doesn't come. 'I want you to get used to my size, Willow Bird. You can keep your thoughts from me but not your feelings. I don't want to hurt you.' 'Ah, but it's a good pain!' I tease. My mind opens to Share what this man is feeling. His hard cock enjoys the tightness of my asshole. His balls ache him to spill seed. Through Thump's eyes, I see my rounded cheeks pressing against his groin. He pulls his cock out a ways then drives it back inside my butt. The crunch of his groin hair is felt against my backside. He likes conquering my boyish body. A dark part of Thump is revealed from Reading his memories. Grass Bender had felt the power of his stabs and though obviously paining the boy, he struck his little butt again and again. Almost as a test to their love. A part of him had hoped that the boy would despise him afterwards so that the bindings of their hearts would be released. It was difficult for Thump to feel that close to a boy under his care. Especially when it was a relationship not accepted by his People. Being with Grass Bender had brought Thump much joy. It freed his spirit. Their hearts grew closer and he decided that any risk he'd have to take to keep the boy's love was worth it. Even risking banishment. They took a long trip through the plains to be together and considered running away from their tribe. Then Thump lost his boy. He wished those Shew-owa warriors had killed him too. His life afterwards had been miserable, empty and he feared that his secret would be discovered. A painful rhythmic beat takes me from my thoughts. Thump has begun to fuck me in earnest. He grips my hips, makes a big stab in my butt and nearly pulls out. I clench my teeth against the pain. Yet I'm thrilled to be taken by this man. What need in him! His lust sings from his cock and my butt gets pounded again and again like a war drum. From our Connection, we Share our feelings: the man's building pleasure and I pass on what his manhood might feels in my asshole. There's no real love between us. We're two Mahyee-na men fulfilling ourselves together. My butt becomes used to this man's big size. He hits upon my squaw spot with his deeper thrusts and that sends a thrilling surge through my cock. I'm not erected though. Probably because of the pain from getting fucked. I share in his joy from this manly act, feeling his increasing waves of pleasure that will soon get him to seed. Thump experiences what I am feeling from getting stabbed. My joy from satisfying him with my butt. He is surprised that a man willingly allows it. Aches for it. 'That is why I am Mahyee-na.' I sense concern in Thump. He doesn't want to be conquered by other men. The memory of Grass Bender's rape and his own is strong in his head. His loss of love and the shame he's had to endure. 'That was the ugly side of lust!' I Send. 'When you give yourself willingly to a good man, as I am doing with you, the act is pleasurable and without shame.' Thump buries his cock deep in me. His hands lift to my chest and he squeezes me with all of his strength. I Sense the conflict in him. He lusts for those of his sex but wants to express it only from the front part of his body, with younger males. There's no desire in him to get fucked by a man. 'Your spirit is like Shakes-like-the-ground.' I Show Thump how that warrior loved a boy whom he lost. The similar conflict in him. 'He is a proud war leader,' thinks Thump. 'It would shame his manhood to allow his butt to be conquered.' I realize something. The pride of a man and his ambition to be great in the eyes of his tribe prevents him from giving self to another. Especially in an act that would be perceived as shaming him. I've had to grow up without my father. Mine is a poor tipi and that reflects my status in the tribe. Is that why I've tried to remain a boy? 'You have less to lose, Willow Bird so that may be why you allow yourself to be conquered. In turn, you conquer lesser males.' I search my feelings for the truth. I'm drawn to boys because they are physically smaller, innocent and in need of my guidance. I express the front part of my body with them and love them! Stronger males are given the rear part of my body. That satisfies my female spirit. 'That is the difference between us,' thinks Thump. Another truth is revealed. Our Father has given me abilities that men would crave to make them powerful over others. They'd become corrupted and not act in the Light. That is what the Darkness-that-comes offers to His Tricksters. Why He tried turning me to the Darkness, but failed. 'I think our Father has chosen well, Willow Bird.' A deep sense of relief comes to my heart. Our Father's plan for me has been revealed and that comforts me. I always wanted to know why I'd been chosen. Thump has helped me to discover the truth. 'You are more than my Protector, Thump. I accept you as monedo to replace Big Horn.' 'I cannot fill his moccasins.' 'No. I'm not asking for your love to replace his. You are wise and I am in need of your guidance.' 'I am honored, Willow Bird.' A smile crosses my lips. I find Thump's hands over my chest and bring them down to my hips. Our bodily act needs to be fulfilled. I tighten my inner butt muscles to squeeze the man's cock in me and he responds, pulling out a ways before ramming back inside. I gasp from the thrilling sensation. 'You are a powerful stallion, Thump!' His big cock is like Pai-alucia's that I yearn to feel inside me. The man recalls a long-ago memory about being with a horse. He brings that event into focus and Shares it with me. I See an image of Thump when he was a naked youth of seven or eight years of age. He was standing beneath his father's stallion, handling its long dong that curved downwards against him. He was in awe of it. His stick of an erection pressed against the horse's mighty tree branch. Boyishly thin arms wrapped around it, his hope of stealing some of the stallion's male power. Thump reveals his embarrassment. As an innocent youth, he didn't feel that way during his sex rite with the horse but eagerly performed it with a younger boy watching him. He did battle with the stallion, embracing the downwards curving dong against the front part of his body. His arms rubbed along it while he stabbed against the oozing swollen knob. What surprised Thump was when the stallion pissed on him. Strong sticky gushes! It covered his small body. He stood proud before his younger friend who rushed to embrace him. They belly rubbed for a long while to share in the stallion's gift of strength. 'I performed that same rite with Big Horn.' Images are Sent Thump of how we shared Pai-alucia's male power in our embrace. 'I have never told anyone about it,' Thump admits. 'My friend soon died from a fever that I felt was a result of what we'd done. The stallion's medicine was too strong for mere boys.' Many conflicting emotions are Read from Thump. He's feeling guilty about his friend's death, sad and empty from not sharing his life with him into manhood but a part of him doesn't regret being with that stallion. It was an exciting sex rite that had helped him to mature. I sense the deep vulnerability in this man. There's no wisdom I can offer him so I gently pull out of his head. We stand unmoving. I'm allowing Thump to get past his moment of sadness. I peer at the slow current of the river, mesmerized like staring at a fire. It makes me feel calm. The man's hands tighten around my hips when he continues to fuck me. A steady in and out beat. Thump and I are no longer Sharing thoughts. We act now for lust and only emotions are passed between us. He stabs me with his big cock. I feel its passage through my hole and share that joy with him. Our bodies respond to the other. It enhances our mating. The man grunts with pleasure. He fulfills his need to seed and my butt will win it from him. Our lustful rhythm is perfectly matched between tom-tom and drum. We become one flesh in step to the music. My body is slammed by the power of this man. He stabs deeply in me, hitting my squaw spot that has me moaning. Strong hands are pulling over my waist. A stiffening cock going in and out of my ass! I relish the pain/tickle building towards a tremendous explosion. Thump holds breaths. His big body slams into mine and if not for his arms around me, I'd have fallen to the ground. My butt is getting hurt. His cock is getting very stiff and beating through me like a wild tom-tom. A powerful male expression! He strikes my drum again and again. Thump groans out when he gushes up my asshole. I wail like a girl. It's a violent climax for both of us! Pleasurable. Lust is satisfied from our bodies and a binding of our hearts comes from it. Our heated bodies slow. Thump gasps for breath while clutching me in his tight arms. I smile. His cock throbs in me, oozing cum. My aching butt likes being filled. Thump's hand reaches down to my front flap to cop a feel of my cock. It's hard. Yet there's no lust in me to spill from my loins. 'What about you?' thinks Thump. He wants me to fulfill myself as a man. I pull my front flap from its thong belt and turn, pressing my cock against his. Thump takes me into his arms. I slip my hands over his broad shoulders and lock them behind his neck. My face presses into his sweaty chest. I begin my stabs. It feels good to have this man's strong arms around me. My Protector. I need his embrace and he wants me to express the male part of my spirit. Thump's left hand clutches my butt. It humps in beat to my stabs against his cock, a nice silky feeling comes from my filled hole. Being Mahyee-na fulfills both sides of my body from having sex. It completes my two spirited identity. I've peered deep into this man and see him as only one spirited. He isn't Mahyee-na. 'I feel you inside my head, Willow Bird and some of what you are thinking. I want to join your society of loving men because it is the right path for me, even if I won't give them my butt. I offer you my strength at arms, guidance, and to show boys who share our spirit that there is a path for them to follow.' Thump reveals wisdom. The Mahyee-na society should not exclude men like Shakes-like-the-ground, Moss-stone-walker, Left-hand Bow and himself because they're not two spirited. They can express manly love from the front part of their bodies and in their hearts. It has been a difficult journey for me to find my place in life. Big Horn showed me the way but even he didn't know all the responsibilities that come from being Mahyee-na. Smiles A Lot was to teach me. I can learn much from Thump and other men like him. 'You will be leader of the Mahyee-na,' thinks Thump. 'Even a great chief listens to the council of his warriors so that he can make good decisions in the interests of the People he leads.' My arms tighten around this dear man. 'I think that our Father has sent you to help me, Thump. When you found me at the corral, I was wretched and feeling a great burden to my shoulders from the tasks He has set before me.' 'I am your Protector, Willow Bird. My shoulders can bear some of your burdens. You are not alone.' The man's last thought comforts me. I'm struck by a powerful vision! I see myself as the lone willow that submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows. A wall against the wind. That is my purpose. I sense awe coming from Thump. He's Shared in my vision and offers me his interpretation of it. 'Your society of Mahyee-na men will grow strong, Willow Bird. The People will come to accept who we are. A wall against the wind.' Tears of relief fill my eyes. Our Father has sent me Thump. A man whose wisdom and strength I'm in need of so I won't face the coming trials alone. My butt gets slapped. With a grin, I resume making love to this man. Cock on cock, their harsh meeting gives me pleasure. I relish this man's embrace. His is a caring heart. He willingly offers himself to my every need. I find myself kissing this man's chest. His sweat tastes good. I find his erect left nipple and begin sucking on it. Thump moans. He flinches when I bite it, his strong hand giving my butt a slap. That enrages me to stab harder against his cock. I feel my sperm's rising and cry out, shooting cum to his belly. My breaths race through my mouth afterwards. I'm enjoying the afterglow of male relief. There's pride for me coming from Thump. He gives my butt a fond pat, glad that I've expressed myself as a man in his arms. He accepts my female spirit that's expressed from the rear part of my body. I'll give this man my butt any time he is in need. Our arms loosen from one another. I step back, looking over this dear man in awe of what he is: my Protector, strong in body (much lust-filled!) and wise in spirit. He'll be my shadow in the difficult days ahead. Thump blows a strong breath out of his mouth. He sniffs himself and points at the river. "It would be good to take a bath. I've been riding for several days and must smell like a horse!" After discarding what remains of our clothes, we wade into the water. It is cold! Thump makes no mention of this. He comes from the Wandering Band of Tagalou who make both the plains and the forests their home. Mud is taken from the river bottom and scrubbed over my body. Thump cleans my back. His strong hands lift to my shoulders and he massages them, my head dropping to my chest from enjoying his tending. I peer across the river at where the Split Tribe have set up camp. Has my brother been able to rejoin more of our People since I've been away? Thump starts heading for the bank. I rush from the cold water and fetch my breechclout flaps. These were given me by Shakes-like-the-ground. A quick sniff proves they are in need of cleaning so I return to the river with them, rinsing the cloths of sweat, urine and horse smell. I'll likely be meeting with my chief this day so I must make myself presentable. The golden deerskin in my hands turns dark from the water. I try wringing them dry. Thump gestures to be given one of my breechclout flaps. His strong hands twist the cloth with water running along his arms and dripping down from his elbows. We set them over a bush to dry. I notice Thump studying me. He peers at my hair (burned short from the plains fire), my face, the recent scars to my body from Crumobia's knife wound (below my left shoulder), the wolf bites covering my legs that had to be seared and the ugly bruises I received from my wild flight from my tribe after Smiles A Lot's death. Thump lifts his hands for gesturing. 'You have endured injuries to your body that not even seasoned warriors have suffered, Willow Bird. And you are not even a brave yet.' The man's words sting me. "I could claim a warrior's feather." 'Why have you not accepted that honor?' My eyes drop to the ground. "I... want to remain as Willow Bird." Thump doesn't ask me to explain. We wander along the river bank in silence. He's not donned his breechclout, allowing his body to dry in the cool morning air. I miss not having Father Sun's heated Hand over me. The fog won't lift until the afternoon so I'm feeling chilled, goose bumps forming on my skin. Water drips down from my hair and into my eyes. I wipe my face with a hand. We walk further upriver until the trees stand along the bank. Thump stops. There's fear in his eyes but I step into the forest without concern. I'm welcomed by these tall sleepy spirits. They're softly Singing. Not in words I can understand but with a joy for the coming day. Their roots draw nourishment from our Mother, up into stout bodies to limbs sprouting many green fingers awaiting Father Sun. I Sense their circle of life. The tree's simple existence, peaceful and... Ah. It's hard to explain. I'm in awe of their strength and passive being. In a few days, I'll become one of them and will understand. I turn to Thump and gesture for him to follow me. He stares up at the trees a moment before reluctantly joining me. 'Can you feel their eyes on us?' asks Thump. I nod my head. "They are watching." I press my hand against a slim pine. The Singing grows louder in my head. It's a warm feeling like our Father's love you feel but cannot see with your eyes. My Connection to the Forest People has grown stronger from drawing on the power of that acorn sleeping in my bundle. He's renewed my spirit after working a Healing. Already, I have set one foot in their tribe. Thump stares at me with troubled eyes. I smile, grasping his arm so that he can Share in my wonder for these spirits. The tension in his face fades. My mind fills with power, expanding to a level of being I've not felt before. I See the trees for what they are, their placement on our Mother like stars in the sky. Every one of them! Some shine brightly with good hearts while others are dark. All the winding streams, deer paths and clearings are revealed to me. The resting place of fallen brethren being returned to our Mother. I See where the rivers join and water flowing beneath the ground that they drink from. I Know this place where they dwell. My hand returns to my side. It still tingles after breaking my Connection with their Song. I look around at all the trees, familiar to me like friends I've always known. It's a joyous feeling! 'Where are you going?' asks Thump. I look back at the man. "Come. Let's take a walk." I step deeper through the woods without turning to see if Thump is following me. My feet know their way. I could close my eyes and not stumble. What my eyes see is only the outer beauty of this forest while my heart joins into their Singing. The trees form One spirit greater than themselves. I've been acknowledged as one of them. A strong hand clasps mine. I Sense Thump's thoughts. He's no longer afraid but wonders where we are going. There's a twisting sensation in my stomach. 'We are already there,' I answer. 'Our breechclouts,' thinks Thump. 'I should also get my stone club if we encounter enemy warriors!' he pleads. I ignore his concern when looking at the familiar placement of trees where Smiles A Lot and I had made love with this man. There's my smoking pouch that I'd forgotten. I reach down to fetch it. Dew covers the oiled skins but when I open it, the long-stemmed clay pipe and bundle of tobacco have remained dry. "Have a smoke with me." Thump's eyes grow wide. 'I remember where you left it when running to your frightened horse.' He looks around, head shaking in disbelief. 'How can we be here?' he asks. 'This looks like the place where we... It is far from your tribe!' I grasp the man's hand. Where the forest path turns at the river fills my head and we're Taken there. Thump looks around, bewildered. I point at the pile of rocks on the far bank. Black smoke is billowing from its base. 'That is my People's signal place.' "Yes." I walk towards the river with my eyes on the black billowing smoke. Someone must be keeping watch over there. 'This is where we met! Warrior Breaking Stones had pulled Smiles A Lot off your horse over there.' He points at the river path with a trembling hand. "I remember it well." 'You have taken us through the woods faster than a flying eagle!' I shake my head. "The trees have. I only asked them to Take us here." My eyes close when I visualize the boundary of this Forest People. It begins at the forking of the muddy river close to where we're standing and stretches past where my tribe have struck their tipis in the direction Father Sun falls in His sky. They stand in a narrow band. I can't Reach that sapling who has taken root amongst unsinging trees at the Woods Tribe. There is the faint whispering of Tall Forest trees where Song Bird had been attacked by a bear. My feet/roots are too shallow to Reach them though. I'm not sure why most of the vast forests have remained asleep. The trees around me Sing. I Sense the mighty river branching around them, that its life- giving water is drawn upon by these trees. I step up to an oak with my palm pressing against it to Ask. I Sense surprise. It's as if the answer should be known to me. The trees Sing in a teaching Song to one of their saplings, revealing to me how long ago, a shining fingernail of our Father fell from the sky that shook our Mother. It is of great power. Their tribe grew around it, awakened unlike the other trees. A distance clan, the Greater Brothers (my People call them the Tall Forest) were lifted by a thumb of our Mother. They stand above all others. Songs are passed as faint whispers between the clans through their roots. The more aged trees can Hear better. I'm but a sapling with much to learn. My utter self joins to their spirit. We've become One. I add my voice to their beautiful Song, not with words but deep feelings and images. It's hard to explain. The fear in me fades to be replaced with great joy! I no longer dread that moment when I'll become one of them. I'm made aware of a trespass in the direction of where Father Sun falls in His sky. A group of men riding horses along the path I'd taken yesterday. Through the eyes of wary trees, I See that they are Woods Tribesmen on their way to my tribe. My plea is given to allow them to pass. I try pulling away from their Song. It's difficult, Oh the utter beauty of this Place! I'm reminded of the joy I felt upon the Veil of the Sky People where those whom I love dwell. The same danger of losing myself exists here so the Tree Spirits stop Singing to me. I find myself back on two feet. A small, insignificant being. Tears fill my eyes. I wipe them away and see Thump staring at me. I point at a mossy place on the ground. We kneel down together in silence. It takes a moment for me to feel settled back inside my own body. Being with the trees had freed my spirit in ways that's hard to describe. There was no sense of time, distance or direction. My awareness was expanded like the open sky. I release a sigh of longing for that Place. Soon, I'll be with the Tree Clan. My smoking pouch is opened and I draw out the long-stemmed pipe. A pinch of tobacco is placed within the man-shaped bowl. After raising it to Him for a blessing, I bring the pipe to my chest and wiggle my fingers over the tobacco. A Power Word is uttered. I'm rewarded with a wisp of blue smoke. Thump's eyes widen. I draw smoke from the pipe before handing it to him. He grasps it with trembling hands. His eyes hurt me so I lower mine. It's difficult to know how different I am from him, from all the People. I've taken another few steps down the path to what I'll become. My pipe is returned to me. I draw smoke into my lungs, enjoying the pleasant buzz from the tobacco. We share the pipe between us a few more times. It helps calm me. I tap ash from the bowl against my thigh. Its set down over the ground. When daring to peer up at Thump, he gives me a warm grin. There's still awe in his eyes but not the wild look he'd given me earlier. I smile back. 'It will be an honor to serve you, Willow Bird.' A sharp breath escapes my mouth. I stare at the man with relief filling me. He's come to accept what I am. 'I remember when first laying my eyes on you,' Thump gestures. 'You had a fierce spirit. Breaking Stones was caught off guard when you fell on him in defense of your lover. A four-feathered warrior being attacked by a boy!' I join into Thump's hoarse laughter. The memory from that day is still strong in me. Breaking Stones was about to draw his blade across Smiles A Lot's throat when I launched myself from Pai-alucia's back and onto him. We struggled together. If not for declaring myself Kalinlepi, that warrior would have likely killed me. 'Not even a weapon in your hand!' continues Thump. 'Breaking Stones had thought you were both enemy scouts from a Plains Tribe and he wanted to take your scalps but you weren't going to let him...' I tune out of Thump's gesturing. I'm feeling very relaxed, not up to a conversation. My eyes wander over the man. He has a powerful body with muscled shoulders, arms, chest and strong legs. There are no battle scars to be seen. I peer at his loins. Sleeping over his balls is a small cock. I can see the outline of his knob within its foreskin. I've felt his male rage in my asshole that's been filled with his seed. My butt still aches a little. 'They saw how you lit your pipe with only a word but thought you too young to be a shaman...' I release a sigh. Thump's hands continue to fly with gestured words that I'm barely following. My thoughts are turned towards the coming days. What is going to happen. The man becomes still, startling me from my thoughts. 'Are you weary, Willow Bird?' I nod my head with relief. My hand reaches out to the man's chest and covers his heart. I Connect our thoughts. 'Will you remain with my People if something happens to me?' I Sense anguish from Thump. 'Nothing will happen to you, Willow Bird. I will protect you!' What I'm about to reveal to Thump is difficult for me but he should know. 'I will be taking a Journey soon. Not one with my feet but of spirit. You know of my Connection with these trees and that they'll stand in guard of my tribe when war comes. We are in need of their protection.' 'I will remember to stay out of the forest, as you've warned.' I peer deep into Thump's eyes. 'A Change will come to me.' It's difficult hiding what that will be from this man. His anguish grows. 'When will you return to us?' he asks. 'I do not know, Thump. Will you remain with my tribe and help them after the war?' 'I am your Protector and will do ask you've asked.' 'Even when I am gone?' Thump glances at the woods. 'But you won't be. I'll know where to find you. I am no longer afraid of Them.' I'm relieved to know this. I pull my hand away and smile. To my surprise, Thump leans over to grip my shoulders. Determination burns in his eyes. I have to lower mine for some reason, as if I'm not worthy of his devotion unto me. 'You are worthy, Willow Bird.' The man returns to his knees before me. His cock catches my eyes, limp over his balls but possessing great strength when aroused. I long to see his male power again. My hand reaches out to caress Thump's left knee. The man senses what I want from him. He looks down at himself with a sly grin, trying to coax his growth there. I Send him exciting images of sex: my loving embraces with Crying Loon: how we've pleasured ourselves in belly rubs, sucking on each other and the satisfaction of sticking into each other's butt. Our sweet kisses, too. I watch the man's cock lifting from his balls and lengthen to a stallion's proportion. How did I manage to fit that inside me? There's a pleasant blood rush into my cock. 'Making love to a boy is sweet,' admits Thump. I've given this man glimpses of being with Crying Loon and hope that he'll Share the joy he's had with his own boy. Thump answers my plea. His thoughts focus on being with Grass Bender. How they learned to express love with their bodies. It began with a sensual exploration of the youth's nakedness with his hands and mouth, enjoying his smallness: thin arms, a flat chest with their nipples erecting under his tongue, the small tuft of groin hair that he playfully fingered until the boy was erected and taken into his mouth. The man was rewarded with a sweet drink. He turned Grass Bender around to eat up his little butt. Lustful kisses and small bites were given to the boy's cheeks. His tongue darted into the tight hole, smelly yet drawing his urgent lust. Thump laid over the boy who accepted his manly need. It was more brutal than loving but the act brought their hearts closer together. They enjoyed a few more matings. Thump learned how to be tender with his young lover so he wasn't much hurt from getting fucked. They spent a hand in fingered days together on the plains. I pull my hand away. There's a dark expression on Thump's face that I suspect comes from him recalling his lover's murder. I offer the man a strained smile, filled with understanding for how he's feeling at his loss. "Thank you for sharing your joy with my, Thump. I've known about your sorrow but hope that you can put that behind you." The man gives me a weak grin. My loss of Big Horn swells in my heart. Not the sharp pain it used to be. "I try to remember the happiness. And with each new lover, my heart has been healed. It will be the same with you." 'That boy I Saw you with,' asks Thump. 'Was he from your tribe?' "Crying Loon is one of my young lovers," I explain. "He was also attracted to... my companion and we hoped the boy would become part of a triad in our pa-he-watch-he rite." 'I don't know that word.' "It's a hair love/embrace rite practiced by the Spear-bearing People to join two lover's cocks in male marriage." 'Is that a Mahyee-na rite?' Thump asks. I nod my head. The man stares at my hard cock, reminding me that there's no binding to it. I'm free to love another once I've had time to mourn over Smiles A Lot. His loss is still a sharp pain in my heart. Thump looks down at himself with pride. I eye his hard cock, the rosy knob freed of its foreskin. My fingers reach over to rub over its stallion length with much awe. The man breathes in sharply. I'm considering doing something more with Thump when we hear horses galloping in the distance. He turns his head at the river path. I look too but don't see the horsemen yet. We get to our feet in a rush. Thump's hand reaches down to his waist in a warrior's reaction to danger. No weapon there. The man glances down at himself, at his nakedness. He glares at me with alarm in his eyes. Before I can ask him to run into the woods with me, five horsemen come into view. Someone shouts. They turn from the river path and quickly surround us. Two men wear feathers in their hair. One has drawn a tomahawk. The three braves hoot with war lust but to my relief, they brandish no weapons. None of these men have painted faces. They have long hair! Relief fills me. The Plains People cut theirs short and favor long spears for hunting the buffalo and in battle. These men bear only bows and tomahawks. They must be Woods Tribesmen. I raise my right hand to them in greeting. A three feathered warrior reins his horse towards me. He raises his left hand to quiet his men, obviously their war leader. Thump offers him a peace gesture. "Who are you?" the warrior asks. "I am Willow Bird from the Kalinlepi." Turning to my companion, I hear Thump give his name in a hoarse utterance. "He is from the Second Wandering Band of Tagalou." "The Tagalou. We are looking for them." I feel the tension easing between us. That warrior who'd pulled his tomahawk glares down at me with suspicion though. Beside him is a brave that I think I recognize. "Weren't you part of Climbs-the-tree's hunting party two days ago?" The young man nods his head. "I am Twig-snap." "Has Hawk's Eye recovered from his belly wound?" I ask. "It's you!" the brave shouts. He turns to the others saying, "I saw him heal Hawk's Eye who'd been shot by that Shew-owa scout. He would have died." I address the other men with my explanation. "Shakes-like-the-ground and his men from the Moss-bowl were accompanying me back to my tribe. The Plains warriors are soon to make war on my People. That's why we left your tribe in haste yesterday morning." Twig-snap has been nodding his head to my words. I see the warrior returning his tomahawk to his thong belt. Their war leader signals for his men to dismount. "I am Swift-as-an-elk of the Alee-gar." He turns to Thump. "We have come to warn your tribe of an enemy scout the Yheel-ar had caught in their woods." "He was the Shew-owa brave who shot Hawk's Eye," I add. "He's escaped." "We fear there are other enemy scouts in the woods," says Twig-snap. "My chief sent me to warn the Alee-gar to be on the look out. Swift-as-an-elk has come to warn the Tagalou." Most of the men are facing Thump. He stands proud with no embarrassment showing on his face because of his nakedness. I notice eyes on me from a young brave standing beside me. He's about my age though shorter in height. A slim body. His face is very nice to look upon, pretty like a girl. A pleasant surge goes through my loins. I glance down at myself and notice my erection. "Did you just come from across the river?" asks the war leader. "No," rasps Thump. He rubs his throat. There's no need to explain to these men why Thump has trouble speaking. They can see the long scar over his throat. 'It is good that you have come to warn us of the danger,' gestures Thump. 'My war leader, Smoke That Doesn't Lie is visiting with the Kalinlepi with some of our tribesmen. We used a rope bridge to cross the river yesterday. There.' Thump points at a rock near the river. 'It is a dangerous crossing for horses but your men can use it to reach our signal place.' He points at the pile of rocks on the other side. Black smoke is billowing from them. "A lookout has been posted?" asks Swift-as-an-elk. "Yes," utters Thump in a whisper. 'I will help you get across.' The war leader turns to his nephew. "Stay here with our horses." Men start handing over their reins to the young brave standing beside me. I offer to help. That warrior who had brandished his tomahawk gives me a frown, eyes glancing at my erection. He hands his horse over to my companion. The two braves give me the reins to their horses with plain faces. I've dropped my arm over my dick so they wouldn't be giving me harsh stares. I tug on the horses in my care and lead them away from the river. The young brave struggles with his three horses. We find a large bush to tie them to. I turn to my companion questioningly. "Ah. I am called Swift-rabbit." That's a boy's name. "You've not been named a brave?" I ask. "No. Swift-as-an-elk is my uncle. He'll give me a man's name next summer." I look the boy over. He has a very cute face with brown eyes, a small nose and other features that are similar to my People. He reminds me of Song Bird, but older. His arms are muscled but not overly so. Same with his chest. He wears two deerskin flaps folded over a thong belt with a flint blade tucked within; no sacred bundle. My eyes fall to the youth's powerful legs. He looks like a Runner. I notice his eyes on my hard cock that seems like more than simple curiosity. "Big!" comments Swift-rabbit. I break out in a big smile with my cheeks lifting to my eyes. I'm not exactly embarrassed. My eyes turn to the horses under our care. "Did we interrupt your swim?" the boy asks with a sly grin. I nod my head. It would be difficult to explain that Thump and I had left our breechclouts on the bank near my tribe, far from here. I'm reluctant to explain how we were Taken to this part of the river. Swift-rabbit looks back at the men. I see that Thump is already in the water, pulling along a rope that's tied to a tree on the far bank. A warrior enters the river to follow close behind him. Swift-as-an-elk remains with his two braves. They are crossing in pairs so as to not put stress on the rope. When Thump and his companion safely reach the other side, two more men enter the river. Swift-as-an-elk watches their progress. "I can't imagine how the Tagalou brought their horses across!" the boy remarks. "We were looking for a shallow place in the river but didn't find one." "It is a formidable barrier to the land," I answer. "The Tagalou are a clever People. They roam the plains in hunt of buffalo and winter in the woods. See that smoke? A blanket is used to break its rising so they can speak to each other from great distances. They call that pile of rocks their signal place." "I know." The two braves have made their way to the other side. That leaves Swift- as-an-elk. Before that warrior enters the river, he turns to us with his hand raised in farewell. Swift-rabbit is quick to wave back at his uncle. I hear a nervous whinny behind me. One of the horses has managed to pull his reins from the bush so I rush over to grab it, tying the thong back in place. Swift-rabbit watches me with bright eyes. I bend over to check on the other reins, my butt opening for him to see. I feel my cock tingling. When I stand up, Swift-rabbit is at my side with an interesting expression on his face. I give the boy a nice smile. He averts his eyes from my nakedness. I turn sideways to him, my arms lifting for the sky. "Father Sun feels good after a cold swim in the river." I slowly turn around. The boy's shy eyes look me over that sends a shiver up my spine. "I like going about nude to darken my body. My skin is evenly tanned even those parts covered by breechclout flaps. No pale butt for me!" Swift-rabbit breaks into an open mouthed smile while panting for breath. When I glance at the front of the boy's breechclout, I see a revealing bulge there. He peers down at himself with a burning face. "Do you think I have a nice butt?" Swift-rabbit looks at it. I step closer to him while lazily stretching my body. My eyes are cast up at the bright sky, free of morning fog. It's going to be a warm day. My legs stretch over the dirt. A final step is taken towards Swift-rabbit. I sense the sexual tension between us. He's interested in me but acts too shy to act or maybe I've misread him. It becomes a tense moment. I think that I've made my intensions clear but Swift-rabbit doesn't respond. My eyes remain lifted to the sky with the glow of Father Sun filling my eyes. I wiggle my ass suggestively. Hmm. Perhaps he's not Mahyee-na after all. I feel a hand over my butt. Yes! Resisting my urge to look at Swift-rabbit, I keep my eyes away so as to not embarrass him. This is a delicate moment. The boy palms my left cheek. I flinch when his other hand comes to my chest. He rubs my breast that feels good so I moan. My eyes are kept towards the sky. Swift-rabbit's left hand roams down the front of my body, across my belly and stops at my groin. He fingers my tuft of hair. I suck in a sharp breath but keep the smile on my face. His right hand clutches my butt. "That feels good," I whisper. Swift-rabbit's hand drops to my sac of balls, a careful fingering of my orbs while his thumb brushes against my cock. His breath trembles when he grasps my hard shaft. A few pulls are given to my foreskin that feels real good. Both the boy's hands have hold of my nakedness. His shy exploration of my male body. I make a Connection between us, emotions only while holding mine back. Swift-rabbit feels very excited. My body attracts his lust but it arises conflict in him. If I were a girl, he'd know what to do with me. My next words are bold. "Before our bath in the river, Thump seeded me." I hear Swift-rabbit gasp. He releases my cock to step behind me, eyes down at my butt. I spread my legs and bend over. The boy parts my cheeks to peer in for my asshole. "That man raped you?" I shake my head. "Thump felt the need to stick in me so I let him. He has a stallion-sized cock!" "Really?!" Swift-rabbit squats behind me. I make a gentle push from my butt so the boy can see that it's filled with cum. His hot breaths blow over my cheeks. I feel a cool trickling down to my balls. "Eiii," breathes the boy. "You can also give me a wet butt." I feel a deep pang in my chest from what I've suggested. This boy has never had sex before. I don't think he is attracted to girls and hasn't done anything with a man. The conflict grows sharper in Swift-rabbit. He feels that it is wrong to make love to someone of his own sex. Yet the boy lusts for my butt. Will he take it? I look towards the river for Swift-as-an-elk's men. The horses block my view but I know that they won't soon be returning. He realizes this too. "It won't take long," I assure the boy. My left hand pats over my butt. Swift-rabbit removes his breechclout. Two deerskin flaps have fallen to my feet but not the boy's thong belt. I bend over a little more. He pulls on my right cheek, directing his dick to my hole. I feel its hot stiffness slipping into my butt. Not a man's thick cock yet the boy's erection is very long. There's a strong throbbing felt in my butt. I Sense the boy's climax when he gushes in my asshole. We didn't even begin fucking! I pretend not to notice by reaching my hands back to grip his cheeks, pulling over them to begin his stabs. He grasps my waist. "Your dick feels good in me," I breathe. His hands around his waist set a lusty beat to his stabs through my butt. I tighten my asshole. Though the boy has spent himself, he fucks me to know what that feels like. I back into his forward thrusts. I'm wailing like a girl. Swift-rabbit is putting on a good performance. His dick is still hard in me but is slow to build with thrills. I keep him fucking me with my hands pulling over his cheeks. The boy humps wildly. I cry out a few times when his deeper stabs press into my squaw spot. What a long dick! I straighten my back. Swift-rabbit's chest rubs against me, his erect nipples pressed between my shoulder blades. My cheeks are tickled by his groin hair. From our Connection, I know how much he's enjoying my body. His dick feels my slimy heat and when his stabs withdraw from my ass, I clamp down with spincer muscles. That gets the boy moaning. A sense of pride fills Swift-rabbit. He's performing like a man and thinks he could get himself to cum again. I want him to! Our wild bodies struggle towards completion. My cock is very hard, aching for release but I'll tend to this boy's needs first. Our Connection deepens. I pass to him what I'm feeling from getting my butt stabbed. How my asshole enjoys his dick sliding through it. The thrill of being fucked, especially when he stabs really deep through my hole. The pleasure that he's feeling is enhanced because of it. I don't think the boy realizes what I'm doing. My hands drop from the youth's wild butt. He no longer needs my guidance there since he's learned how to fuck a man. I bend over, my hands grasping my upper legs. The boy is really plowing me! I hear the squishy sound from his dick, getting stiffer when his thrills become intense. His breaths are being held. I know the meaning of that. With a joyful outcry, Swift-rabbit shoots in me. It's a strong climax for him but not as long lasting as his first one. His hot breaths blow against my neck. I slowly straighten up. The boy's hands lift to my sweaty chest and he tightly clutches me. I join my hands over his. Our mating was very sweet. More than feeling his male relief, this boy realizes what he is inside. I'll explain the path that's been revealed to him. "You performed well, Swift-rabbit. Your spirit is like mine to love those of our sex. That is not a bad thing." I Sense denial building in him. "There are others who are like us. Thump, for instance." The boy thinks that that man is my lover and guilt fills him for what we've done. "He is my Protector. I'm in need of his strength and guidance after losing my lover." "You aren't his... squaw?" the boy asks. "No. We embrace our needs but we're not bound together like that. I'm still in mourning." "I am sorry, Willow Bird." Swift-rabbit regrets calling me Thump's squaw as if that insulted me. He just caught my words about mourning over my lost love, curious about who he was. "My heart will eventually heal and I'll find another boy to love." "Not a man?" Swift-rabbit asks. I Sense confusion in this youth. He thought I'd given my heart (and butt) to a warrior as his male squaw. I'll need to explain things to him. "I am two spirited. The rear of my body accepts the needs of lusting men but I express my love with boys, to show them the path. Some will grow into manhood as Mahyee-na." "Mah-ee-na?" asks Swift-rabbit. "What does that mean?" This is the moment to initiate the boy in our ways. I've Seen his spirit and how he expresses himself sexually. My hands drop down from his. I slowly get our bodies to separate and turn to him. My eyes look over his nakedness. He has a long dick! It's wrapped in a dark brown foreskin while his knob is blood red. Even his balls are very dark, almost black in color. It's quite a contrast to the rest of his pale body. I notice that Swift-rabbit has kept his thong belt around his waist. Probably so that he can don his flaps quickly if the men return. It makes his nakedness appear more blatant. The boy drops his eyes in embarrassment. I step closer to him until our dicks are nearly touching. My hands reach up for his shoulders. "The society of Mahyee-na men offers guidance to boys who share in our spirit. It is much more than having sex. Your heart will be shown the path to find love." The boy timidly peers up at me. I offer him a warm grin. "You are special, Swift-rabbit. Let me help you take the first step." He thinks a moment then nods at my offer. My hands pull over his shoulders to turn around. He resists. I Sense that he fears that I'm going to stick in his butt. "The first rite in the Mahyee-na is a simple one," I explain. "It's not going to hurt. Trust me!" Swift-rabbit slowly turns around but he peers back at me. I look down at his butt. It's pale from being hidden under a breechclout flap and the woods he lives in doesn't allow the full strength of Father Sun to kiss his body. I note the strength in his legs. Those muscles extend up to give him nicely shaped cheeks. I turn around and step back until our butts are touching. My hands reach down and tightly grip his. "This is the first rite into the Mahyee-na," I explain. "Our spirits are drawn to those of our sex. A full initiation will prove your willingness to join our society of loving men. Consider if you want to do this." Silence. I Sense the boy's indecision coming from fear to have his spirit revealed to others. More talk is needed. "I was given this rite by my monedo earlier this summer. He saw that my spirit was like his. Instead of hiding what was in my heart, it was set free to find male love. Do not be afraid." I hump against the boy's warm softness. He responds by rubbing butts with me and sighs. When I Reach deep in Swift-rabbit's head, I discover a hidden longing that he's barely acknowledged. He wants to have his butt conquered. It's not a conscious thought. He's heard the battle field atrocities of a fallen brave getting raped and he wonders what that would be like to be brutally used by enemy warriors. To have his butt filled. "There are those of the Mahyee-na who are two spirited. We offer ourselves to the needs of men but it doesn't shame our male identity." "Is that why you let Thump... and me stick in you?" "Yes. It's a joy to give my butt's pleasure to you. I feel completed from that act of joining our bodies in mating. Thump is attracted to those of his sex but he won't offer his butt. He's given me a release in his arms." "Is he a warrior of the Tagalou?" "He wears no feathers but I know that Thump has a warrior's heart." Swift- rabbit reveals his attraction to that man through our Connection. "You only have sex together?" "We aren't lovers but he has pledged himself to be my Protector." I Sense Swift-rabbit's understanding. The boy comes to accept what he is and hope fills him that he can be shown the way. But he wonders if true love can be found - the kind of heart's joining that only happens between a man and a woman. He doesn't think that will happen for him. Anguish squeezes his heart. "Love comes between two people." I pull my hands from the boy's and turn to him while he faces me. "Let me Show you how I have loved!" Swift-rabbit drops his eyes to my outstretching hand. There's concern on his face and I realize that he thinks I am trying to win his love. "I'm still in mourning of my lover," I whisper. "Then what do you want from me?" "Our Father has blessed me with a wondrous gift," I explain. "I can Show you how I've experienced true love so that your heart will be at ease." Swift-rabbit gives me a puzzled look. He stares at my hand and slowly reaches out to take it. I Connect our thoughts gently; emotions only. The love I have felt for Smiles A Lot is Passed to this boy. It is still strong in me! The ache of losing him is set aside so that only joy is revealed. My heartfelt love that's no different from how a man feels for a woman. This youth craves for what I've had. A hunger in him that demands to See more so I fill my head with images. How Smiles A Lot and I grew to know each other that's led to trust and our strong friendship. I showed him love and he taught me how to use our Father's gifts. Swift-rabbit was startled at first by the intensity from Sharing but he is curious to know what my lover looked like. My heart aches. I cast away my sadness to Show him Smiles A Lot as I saw him: the warm smile on his face, his willingness to help my People even though he came from an enemy tribe. He had a slim body, soft like a girl's and a nice butt that I've fucked yet he could also express himself as a male. I reveal what he looked like in my arms, naked and filled with an urgent need to make love to me. The varied sex acts that expressed our hearts. Our sweet kisses. All the pain in my heart is forgotten when holding my lover in my arms again! 'Oh, how I've missed you!' A part of me knows that this is Swift-rabbit yet my need for Smiles A Lot overwhelms me when I embrace him tightly. My lips on his. All my love pours out of my heart like a dammed river that's broken through. I make urgent love to my boy. Cock against cock in savage thrusts towards release. It comes swiftly. A powerful climax for me! I'm feeling relieved in my lover's arms until my eyes open to find that it's not him. I push against Swift-rabbit and stagger for a few steps, leaning against one of the horses to prevent myself from falling to the ground. The boy rushes to me. Such longing is in his face. I turn my head away, feeling both betrayed and guilt ridden for using this boy. "Willow Bird!" I force my eyes to look at him. For a moment, I see my Smiles A Lot but after wiping away my tears, he changes back into Swift-rabbit. The boy clutches my arm. I see the result from Sharing with him on his belly. My seed was wrongly given - he's not my lover! "Why are you angry at me?" asks Swift-rabbit. I bury my face in my right arm to hide my shame. My tears won't stop. The horse I've been leaning against moves away with a snort and I'm falling. Swift- rabbit catches me in his arms. "I'm sorry, Willow Bird. I shouldn't have stolen your love." His words were unexpected. I wipe my face and look at Swift-rabbit. He drops his eyes from mine, the shame in him making me feel real bad. "It wasn't your fault. I forgot who you were for a moment but the madness has passed." Swift-rabbit squeezes my arm. His face turns plain when he goes into deep thought. I wipe more tears from my eyes and stare at him. He's a pretty boy that could easily attract my love if the circumstances were different. I have Seen his heart. He cares for others like my Smiles A Lot and that's probably why I utterly Shared with him as if he were my lover. My heart aches. I've endured a lost lover before with my Big Horn. I got over it. Why can't I accept my recent loss? "I think you haven't forgiven yourself." The boy is touching my arm. Has he Seen inside my head? No. We're not Connected. A stab of pain goes through my heart like a flint blade. I clutch my chest and open my mouth but my sobs are kept in my throat. "There's a warrior in my tribe who lost his wife during a raid," whispers Swift-rabbit. "He was out hunting at the time. Guilt drove him to the plains to look for her but we never saw him again. I don't want that to happen to you." I'm slowly recovering from what happened. Swift-rabbit's words help. I wouldn't throw my life away like that warrior from his tribe! Then I recall what happened after Smiles A Lot was murdered. I did run away. I wanted an end to my life by jumping off the mountain but the Darkness-that-comes turned my grief to anger. He almost made me His evil servant. The Moss-bowl shaman cleansed my spirit. I had found myself again and have returned to my People to help them when war comes. It was a fragile balance though. When I Shared with this boy, all my guilt and loneliness for Smiles A Lot poured out of my heart. "He wouldn't have wanted you to suffer over his loss," says Swift-rabbit. "I know that he would forgive you." I stare at Swift-rabbit with awe. His words prove that he's not a boy but a man wise to the ways of life. I should stop being so stupid! Not give into weakness with crying that I've become used to as Moss-stone-walker has warned me about. "I am sorry for burdening you with my troubles." "No. You didn't!" answers Swift-rabbit. "I wanted to know what real love was like and you showed me. I know that life is filled with joy and pain. Your effort to share with me had you reliving your loss and for that I am sorry." Tears fill my eyes again. I'm about to wipe them away when Swift-rabbit prevents me by holding my hands. "Do not be ashamed to shed them." I see understanding in the boy's eyes. His face swims before my sight from the flood of tears streaking down my face. I allow them to fall without shame. Did not Big Horn tell me that to cry alone or with a lover is permitted? For a long while we sit over the ground together. Father Sun has risen to the top of His sky. I feel thirsted. My tears have long since dried from my face. I get up and fetch a water skin from one of the horses. Swift-rabbit joins me in a drink. After glancing towards the river, he fetches some jerky from a sack and offers me a stick of smoked deer meat. We eat in silence. Often, the boy gazes at me with a shy look on his face. I smile at him. "Willow Bird. Ah, when can I visit your tribe so that you can initiate me into the Mah-ee-na?" "You can come when you've been named a brave." "That long away?" asks Swift-rabbit. My face turns dark. "War is coming to my People. If we survive, I will need time to set my place amongst them. I'm training to be our tribe's next shaman and leader of the Mahyee-na." "Do your People accept what you are?" I slowly shake my head. "That is the task before me. Good men like Thump will stand with me to help accomplish that. I'll build a lodge of willow's bark where our society can meet. The People will come to me for healing and to lead them spiritually. Our Father has chosen me to act in His Light." "I want to help you." A smile comes to my face. "That is good. There are others who share our spirit from many different tribes." "Who are they?" the boy asks. "There's war leader Shakes-like-the-ground and warrior Left-hand Bow from the Moss-bowl Tribe. They are one spirited. Brave Sings-to-the-birds comes from the Snow Drinkers but he was banished from them for not putting on a woman's dress. He has a love for boys. When he was discovered being with Night's Star, a Moss-bowl youth, they banished him too and we don't know where he's gone. "My brother Second Bird is Mahyee-na. He was raised by the Split Tribe though he'd spent a few summers amongst the Shew-owa as a captive until we escaped from them. A boy from my tribe named Crying Loon has shared his love with me. We are trying to keep that a secret... because of his age." "And there's Thump from the Tagalou," adds Swift-rabbit. "Ah. You said that he's your Protector." I see puzzlement on the boy's face. "My lover came from a Plains Tribe to teach me how to use our Father's gifts. The Split Tribe caught him, thinking he was an enemy scout. After three days of torture, they brought him to me because he kept speaking my name. It's a long story. Two of my tribesmen returned Smiles A Lot to the Split Tribe where he was killed. They had despised our love. Thump has offered to protect me from such men." Swift-rabbit lowers his eyes to the ground while nodding his head. "It is difficult being who we are, Willow Bird. I've been hiding that part of myself from others, even from myself, I think. The People respect strength. If you can get enough men with you, your society will have to be acknowledged." "I don't want them to fear us." "No. That's not what I meant. If everyone sees that there are others like you, strong proud men who aren't ashamed of who they are then the Mah-ee-na will be accepted." I reach out to grip the boy's shoulder. "You are very wise for someone of your age." Swift-rabbit grins. "How old do you think I am?" I note the boy's lesser height next to me. The length of his hair is about what mine was before that plains fire. His body is slim except for the muscles bulging from his legs. That give him a nice butt! I glance down at his groin. He bears a tuft of hair for a boy in his middle teens. I've seen his long dick. "You are my age." "How old is that?" asks Swift-rabbit. "You haven't been named a brave yet, have you? but I think you are fifteen and was passed over from being named a man this summer for some reason." "That is so. Do you know why?" I ask. "We've both had to grow up without a father. I know that because you mentioned having a monedo. My uncle, Swift-as-an-elk has been raising me and he has pushed my naming ceremony ahead another year. Like you." I sadly shake my head. "My monedo who was to have given me a man's name this mid-summer's eve died before he could do so. He was my first adult lover. I was captured by a Shew-owa hunting party and that's when I met my brother, Second Bird. We escaped them and returned to our tribes. The moon of my being initiated a brave had come and gone. I am only a boy, like you in the eyes of my tribe. Yet I could claim a warrior's feather for having killed one of my captors." "A lot has happened to you this summer." I release a long sigh. "Tell me how old you are, Swift-rabbit." The boy grins. "I am nearly sixteen." "How can that be? Are you saying that you won't be named a brave until you are seventeen next summer?" I shake my head in dismay. "You are older than me!" "I was born during the coldest winter moon," Swift-rabbit explains. "I'll turn sixteen this winter and be named a brave next summer before I'm seventeen. I am a good Runner for my tribe. Only boys can do that. That's why my uncle has put off my naming rite for a year." I laugh. "That gives us another year as boys!" "You are a warrior already, Willow Bird. I want the chance to prove myself but I must wait another year." I grip Swift-rabbit's shoulder. "Enjoy your youth." My words don't sit well with him. I Sense his disappointment. He thinks his uncle has delayed naming him a brave for other reasons: his short height, having a girl's pretty face and doubt of his manhood. "I'm ready to be named a man!" growls Swift-rabbit. He pounds his chest hard with his fist. "I can endure pain. I've nearly ran my legs off when carrying messages between the chiefs of the Woods Tribes. No other boy is faster! And I can keep their words to myself. Yet I'm ready to put that behind me to take up weapons for the hunt or in battle. I just want the chance." Fierce words. Swift-rabbit proves that he has a brave's heart. He wants to explore lands beyond the safety of the woods to see another People, to find what he's looking for though he doesn't know what that is. The boy stares at me. He may have sensed that I'm in his head. I look away. His thoughts turn to me. He envies my travels, the gifts of our Father and that I have acted as a warrior against my enemies. There's concern in him that I'm too soft hearted though. I feel stung. "I've endured much suffering and loss this summer! My shaman has chosen me to walk in his footsteps to lead our People after him. A heavy burden to my shoulders. That's why I try clinging to my boyhood." "Our Father has chosen you," says Swift-rabbit. The youth points at the sun streaks in my hair with awe. His hand whirls around his head and touches mine in a gesture that I've been given the ability to Share thoughts. "And I've been given other gifts," I admit. "Like what?" A reluctance comes to me to say what they are. If he were to know, he might fear me. I don't want him to see how much I differ from the People! An uneasy silence comes between us. "Oh, I shouldn't have asked. They must have to do with being shaman because I remember Twig-snap saying that you'd healed Hawk's Eye from his grave wound." I nod my head. My eyes fall to the boy's strong legs. "Won't you miss being Runner for your tribe?" I'm trying to divert his attention from myself. Swift-rabbit reaches down for his calves and grips them. "Running has made me strong but my legs can be used to grip a horse in battle. I could chase down enemy warriors. I'd want to set my rank amongst the other braves when the wrestling matches come in the Fall. A boy isn't allowed to do that." The youth's butt sticks out when he's bending over. I reach down and give his cheeks a fond pat. He gives me a sly grin. "Do you think I have a nice butt?" "That's what I had asked you about mine! And you know what that led to..." Swift-rabbit smiles. "I squirted in you twice!" "I know." Swift-rabbit gives me a sly grin. "You knew that my dick came out when I first stuck in you?" I nod my head. "I've had a lot of men and boys mount me. I felt your throbbing but didn't want to shame you. That's why I pulled over your butt to get you fucking me, to have you experience what that is like." A distant look comes into Swift-rabbit's eyes. "It felt real good. How does your butt feel to have cum in it from Thump and me? Pretty full, eh?" "Yes. I like that silky feeling, especially when I walk." "Doesn't it hurt to get stuck?" "Your dick is really long but not that thick. Thump has a stallion's cock! I've enjoyed that man's stabs through my butt even though they've pained me. Did you feel how slippery it's made my hole when you fucked me?" "I couldn't tell," the boy admits. "I've not stuck into anyone before." I reach down for Swift-rabbit's cheeks and fondle them. "You do have a nice butt." "Haven't you already spent your lust in my arms, Willow Bird? I nod my head with understanding. He's not ready to give his butt to me. Perhaps by next summer, he'll be more willing to let me fuck him during his initiation into the Mahyee-na. A pang of sadness comes to me. Most likely, I won't be there to perform the rite. My plans for a willow bark lodge and being the leader of our society of men can't happen after I've been Changed into a tree. Running Wolf will have to take my place, when he's grown up. "Ah. There is something you can do with my butt." I peer at Swift-rabbit curiously. "It may sound silly but can you... Ah. Sit over me and empty your butt into mine?" I'm surprised by what he's asked of me. Then I recall his secret desire of having his butt raped by enemy warriors and filled with sperm. To fuck him would be a painful act. I stare at Swift-rabbit to read his face. He lowers his eyes in embarrassment. He thinks I won't do it. "My uncle is probably returning soon. Forget what I've asked." I step around the horses to check out the river. There's no sign of the men's return so I hurry back to Swift-rabbit. He's clutching his breechclout flaps and preparing to don them. "Drop those to the ground so you can lay over them," I ask. Swift-rabbit stares at my butt. An idea comes to me of how to make a ritual out of his request. "I am holding sperm from a strong man mingled with your own." My left hand clutches my butt. "Kneel behind me, Swift Rabbit. Coax what is in me to be given to your butt." I turn from the boy. He comes to me and dropping to his knees, grasps my waist with his face pressed against my cheeks. A kiss is planted over my butt. I softly moan. His mouth roams across both my humps. I'm feeling his hot breath. Such lust in him! My legs spread. The youth presses his nose into my crack and I hear him breathe in deeply. "Now lay down." Swift-rabbit lowers himself to the ground on his belly. His breechclout flaps are under his dick. I squat over the boy's legs with my hands going to his pale butt. It's nicely muscled. My mouth drops to his cheeks with kisses and small bites. I'm tempted to Connect our feelings but fear that a Sharing between us could go wrong. Smiles A Lot is too recent a loss for me. I don't want to use this boy as a substitute for my lover again. Swift-rabbit is moaning. With a suggestive pulling over his legs, he spreads them over the ground to open his butt. I peer in for his hole. This boy has a nice one, smooth and tight from being untried. A sharp thrill goes through my cock. It erects quickly, urging me to stick in but I keep my lust in check. Just barely. I scoot forward until I'm sitting over Swift-rabbit. My hands grip his arms and pin them against his sides. The muscles in them are tense. "My butt is filled with male strength that can be passed into your butt. Do you want this?" "Yes," breathes Swift-rabbit. I reach under me to spread the boy's cheeks. An alignment is made between our two holes, mine filled with lots of cum and his thirsting to have it. My breaths tremble with excitement. With a gentle push, I empty my butt of sperm. I'm relieved that nothing solid has come out. I scoot back over his legs and look down. Thick white seed runs along the crack of his butt and down to his balls. I gather some into my fingers and push into the boy's hole. His spincer muscles resist my penetration. "Relax yourself." I Send soothing thoughts into Swift-rabbit and heighten his excitement. My forefinger manages to slip in. What a tight asshole! More gentle fingerings are made but I can't fill his butt with much cum. It oozes out past my fingers. An idea comes to me. I direct my cock through his cheeks and stick my knob in. A thrilling tightness clamps down on it. The boy gasps. After withdrawing, I gather more cum over his hole and stick my cock in again. Not too deeply. The slippery sensation of pushing inside and feeling Swift-rabbit's tightness gives me intense thrills. I'm tempted to lay over his back to fuck him good. With much reluctance, I pull out. The remaining sperm pooled over his balls is fingered to his hole. My cock is pushed inside it. A little further this time to force the cum more deeply into his butt. "It doesn't hurt," whispers Swift-rabbit. I suck in a sharp breath. The end of my cock enjoys the boy's slimy warmth and urges me to push in some more. I grasp his hips. My groin lowers to his cheeks until they almost meet. Swift-rabbit gasps with pain. I'm slowly pulling out of his asshole that clamps down around my cock, heightening my thrills to the point where I'm about to cum! "Spill your loins in me," begs Swift-rabbit. I stick back inside. A few in and out stabs are given to his butt that quickly brings me to climax. My cock shoots swift and strong. A breath comes out of my mouth as a growl. Such sweet thrills! "I felt it!" says Swift-rabbit. Breaths race through my mouth. I'm feeling my male relief. I look down at the boy's pale butt. Half of my cock is stuck through it, throbbing after climax. I realize with pride that I have fucked him. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." A smile comes to my lips. This boy didn't feel my full might! If I had laid over his back with my cock buried in his ass, he wouldn't be saying that. "Did you shoot a lot in me, Willow Bird?" I pull Swift-rabbit's pale cheeks together to keep my cock buried in him. "You have a full butt. With what came from mine, Thump's cum and yours added to what I just squirted in you..." "If you pull out, is my butt going to gush?" A laugh comes out of me. "Like a dropped water skin!" My outburst has spooked one of the horses, a brown mare. She stomps her feet. The other horses turn their heads around to look for danger. They whinny nervously. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone. The man steps into view. Relief fills me that it's Thump. I make a quick gesture with my hands asking if the other men are making their way across the river. 'No one else comes,' answers Thump. 'You been busy during my absence.' I nod my head and grin. Swift-rabbit notices that we aren't alone. He turns his head in alarm but relaxes when seeing that it's only Thump. "He has come back alone," I assure the boy. My cock slowly pulls out. Swift-rabbit's butt doesn't gush as we were expecting it to. The cum must be very deep in his butt. Thump kneels down at our side. He's pulling over his hard cock, proving that he must have been watching us for a while. Swift-rabbit has turned his head back at the man and sees what he's doing. I Sense the boy's longing to get raped by him. I eye the man's big cock. His rosy knob pops in and out of his foreskin from his handling. What a mighty shaft! If it were buried in Swift-rabbit, his reach would be very deep in that boy's ass but likely hurt him bad. Thump drops his left hand from himself. He rises on his knees to show off his might to Swift-rabbit. His cock sticks out between his thighs, curving upwards. The boy's eyes widen. To my surprise, he faces away and rests his head over his crossed arms. He sticks his butt up suggestingly. I move away to give my place to Thump. He is quick to squat over the boy's legs. I'm in awe of his cock that's standing along his groin, nearly to his navel! The man looks at me as if asking if he can stick in the boy. I keep my face plain of emotion. Let him figure it out! Swift-rabbit doesn't move. He almost appears to be sleeping, oblivious to the danger of being raped. But I suspect that's what the boy wants. Thump's strong hands lower to the boy's pale cheeks, pulling them apart. Cum oozes from Swift-rabbit's hole. The man peers at me. I nod my head for him to do the boy. Thump releases a trembling breath. He lifts his butt in the air, angling his cock down to slip between Swift-rabbit's cheeks. His rosy knob presses on the boy's hole. Goes in! With a steady fluid motion, their unmatched bodies come together, dark on light. It does appear that the boy is going to get raped by a lusting enemy warrior as he's fantasized. Swift-rabbit groans out in pain. Thump pauses from fucking him. His hands go to the boy's shoulders with a massage, trying to relax him. I can imagine the youth's pain from fitting that man's all in his butt. The boy turns to me with fierce eyes. Only his gritting teeth reveals that he's in pain. Yet he wants this man sticking in him to act out his fantasy. An idea comes to me. "Don't be gentle, Thump. He knew what would happen if an enemy warrior caught him!" Swift-rabbit sticks his butt up to confirm what I've said. The man reaches around his captured boy to hold his arms to the ground. I watch Thump's butt begin to hump. A muscular tightening to his cheeks when he savagely stabs the boy who growls in his throat. A sly smiles comes to my lips. Swift-rabbit is getting his wish. My hand reaches over to the man's wet cheeks. They feel cold and clammy from his swim across the river. Swift-rabbit's body is hot beneath him. A Connection is made between us. I Sense Thump's lust to conquer this boy with a proud display of his manhood. His cock enjoys slipping through the tight asshole. It's very slippery from having cum in it already though he doesn't know about my sperm passing rite we had performed. This man will gladly fill the boy's butt with more. Swift-rabbit lifts his head and groans. Thump presses his face into the boy's neck, kissing him lustfully. His large body covers all of the youth. A dark flexing back that demonstrates this man's strength for the task. My eyes roam down to the man's butt. It's a sexy humping. A steady up and down motion as I imagine his cock stabbing deeper through that tight ass. He's moaning. Did the man reach climax? I felt his sharp thrills but he continues to fuck the boy hard. A concern comes to me. I get to my feet and look past the horses for signs of Swift-as-an-elk and his men. They haven't returned yet. I look down at myself. My cock stands along my belly from my excitement at watching their brutal mating. Thump steadily plows into the boy beneath him in a powerful display of manly lust. His muscled ass humps. Dark legs against pale legs, they surge like dipping canoe paddles. Swift-rabbit often groans out. He's submitting to his rape to prove that he can be strong. I return to their side. My hand grasps the man's flexing ass, in awe of its powerful fucking motion that steadily increases when he nears climax. Thump is feeling very intense. He pauses for a moment. Swift-rabbit releases a sigh of relief but gasps sharply when the man resumes his stabs. Through our Connection, I sense the boy's pain but he's also feeling very intense deep inside his butt when the man's cock presses against his squaw spot. He's not sure what to make of that strange sensation. It's a pain/tickle I have felt when a man fucks me good. Thump is enjoying his boy. He nearly reaches explosion but stops himself by resting again. That gives Swift-rabbit a chance to catch his breath. He's being crushed by the man over his back. Arms are pinned to the ground with no chance to escape his rape. Nor does he want to. The boy proves that he can control his pain but if this were an enemy warrior on top of him, would he be able to control his fear? During another resting moment, Swift-rabbit shows his impatience. He lifts his butt to force Thump's stabs in him. The man doesn't give in to the temptation of ending their mating so soon. He relaxes over the boy's back and lets him do all the work. A sly smile comes to my lips. I notice my hand around my cock making slow thrilling pulls over its foreskin. Thump is right. Fucking feels better than to spill my loins in hand. Watching them doing it is almost as good! Thump continues to rest. Swift-rabbit's smaller body strains under the huge man. His pale ass lifts a few more times but he quickly tires. "Finish it!" the boy begs. "Your cock has nearly split me in two. If my uncle were to catch you doing me, he'd split your skull with his tomahawk!" A hoarse laugh comes out of Thump. His butt humps wildly as he drives his manhood down into the boy. Swift-rabbit cries out in pain. The man ignores it when he fucks him even harder. I become concerned. He could injure the youth from his savageness. Swift-rabbit wails in beat to the man's swift stabs: "Ahh... ahh... ahh." Then I hear him begging Thump to stop! but his urgent plea falls on deaf ears. I'm about to push the man off the boy when I hear him growl out like a bear. His cock gushes strongly. I Sense his sharp climax but it is short lived. I rush to my feet and step over Thump's legs, setting myself down over his sweaty butt. It's still humping. From our Connection, I feel their sexual relief while my cock urges me to come out! I lower myself over Thump's heated back. My hands reach up for his broad shoulders. Rubbing my cock along the crack of this man's butt, I prevent it from slipping inside. He doesn't want to get raped. Swift-rabbit gasps for breath. He's enduring the weight of two horny men on top of him. My breaths blow against Thump's right ear. I'm enjoying his big body. The front of my body slides over his long back, a reversal to when he'd let me spend myself in his arms earlier. I'm getting close to explosion. My cock rubs through the middle of his tight cheeks, sometimes bending down to reach his hole. The man flinches. My cock is being clamped by Thump's tight cheeks. I stab deep and feel his asshole against my knob. My sperm is rising in me! I make a few more savage thrusts and cum. I'm rewarded with sharp thrills. My breath blows out of me as a low moan. I don't rest for long, pulling back from Thump's wet butt to stand over him with glazed eyes. I look towards the river. To my relief, the men aren't seen crossing it yet. I kneel close to Swift-rabbit to look at his face. It's filled with an intense expression - a mixture of pain, relief and utter satisfaction. I nod my head with understanding. "You've endured it well, Swift-rabbit." The boy gives me a weak grin. Thump lifts himself from the youth's back to a squatting position. He withdraws his wet cock, the end of it is darkly stained. The man looks down at himself with a grin. There's such a look of male relief in his eyes. Much pride. Cum drips down from the man's butt. My stabs weren't deep enough to fill his asshole though it felt like I had. Pride fills me as well. I've enjoyed squirting through this man's cheeks but he's conquered the boy's completely. I tilt my head toward the river in a gesture for Thump to clean up. He gets to his feet. Sweat streaks down his chest but what catches my eye is his cock. Its knob has withdrawn into the foreskin but the man still bears an erection. My butt tingles with sweet expectation. I rush to my feet and back onto the man, my hand slipping his hard cock in me. Swift-rabbit turns over the ground. He looks up at us with a sly grin. I groan with pain when our bodies come together. Thump's shaft feels very hot inside my ass. He doesn't begin his thrusts. I reach down for the man's hands and place them on my hips. He pushes on my back instead. We turn to face each other. I see exhaustion on Thump's face and realize that he's too spent. "I wore thump out!" says Swift-rabbit. Thump glares at the boy and raises his hands for gesturing. 'I came out twice in you,' he explains. 'If you let me rest, I could do both of you.' I laugh. "We've already risked much. The men should be returning soon." Thump shakes his head. 'Swift-as-an-elk has gone with his men to one of our camp sites. That is why he sent me back. It could be a while before they return.' A sly smiles crosses his lips. I notice the man's eyes on me, something secret that he doesn't want the boy to know so I reach out to grasp his arm. Our thoughts Connect. 'What is it, Thump?' I Send. 'Swift-rabbit's uncle was concerned with leaving you alone with the boy.' 'Did he tell you that?' 'No. But I felt it. He was relieved when I offered to cross back over the river to tell you of his delay.' 'And you ended up raping his nephew!' Thump laughs. 'How do you manage to find cute boys to fuck?' he asks. I shrug my shoulders. Swift-rabbit's groan catches my attention. He has gotten to his feet, shakily, and clutches his butt with much pain in his eyes. 'Can you take him to the river? The cold water will help soothe his aching.' Thump goes to the boy as I've asked. Swift-rabbit accepts the man's help by clutching him, a slow limping walk towards the river. I watch two pairs of butts going off into the distance. I reach back for mine, disappointed that the man's loins hadn't any sperm left to offer me. That boy had stolen it all. I search the ground for Swift-rabbit's breechclout flaps he'd been laying over. There's a wet spot on them. They're eagerly taken in hand and I press my nose against it. Ah! The sharp smell of sperm. Thump's brutal fuck of the boy must have made him come out. I lick the boy's cum into my mouth, enjoying its salty male taste. After checking on the horses to see to their needs with watering and making sure that their reins are secured to the bush, I make my way to the river. Thump and Swift-rabbit are sitting in the water together. I look across at the signal place. No more smoke and no sign of Swift-as-an-elk or his men. I wonder how long we must wait before their return? We shouldn't leave the boy alone with the horses but I need to get back to camp. Guilt fills me. I've not visited with my shaman since returning yesterday evening. Is he recovering from his head wound? My chief will want to question me. And then there's Smoke That Doesn't Lie. He's come to my tribe to trade and to thank me for rescuing his son from the woods. I've already spent half this day in pleasurable pursuits. My shoulders slump from the returning burdens to them. I'm not sure if my tribe will accept my return. I had run away after attacking Iron Bow. He and Catch-fish-with-arrows have likely spread rumors about Smiles A Lot and me, words going around camp that will make me look bad. I've brought back men from the Moss-bowl Tribe to stand with us when war comes. That's a good thing. Thump and Swift-rabbit are talking together in the shallows. They don't notice my approach. I see the boy's right arm around the man's neck and he's laughing, a longing in his eyes that touches my heart. I decide not disturbing them by bathing upstream. Mud is taken from the river bottom. I wash my sweaty body while my eyes often peer at the couple. Thump has his back to me. Swift-rabbit can see me but he doesn't even offer me a hand wave. I keep an eye on the far bank for the men's return. Above me, Father Sun is starting to make His way down from the height in His sky. We really need to be returning to camp. So much for me to do! There are things that I am not looking forward to but I've come to accept my responsibilities. Our Father has given me Thump to help me face the trying days ahead. I hear my name being called. Thump is standing in the water, waving to me with Swift-rabbit in his right arm. I stride towards them. The man's face is bright and cheery with love eyes if ever I saw them. The boy's, too. 'The cold water has soothed his pain,' Thump gestures. He gives the boy a sly grin, his right hand dropping to pat the youth's butt. Swift-rabbit peers at me with shy eyes. "I am glad. For both of you." Thump was about to gesture something but he lowers his left hand. We climb up the bank together. Swift-rabbit streaks towards the horses and takes up his breechclout, donning it. 'I think the boy has taken a liking to me, Willow Bird.' I peer down at the man's cock, giving him my head nod. Thump looks back across the river. He then taps on my arm and I glance behind me to see men on the far bank. Ah. That explains why Swift-rabbit ran to cover himself. 'We should not be here when Swift-as-an-elk returns,' I Send. 'Why?' I give Thump images of his love eyes for Swift-rabbit that might be noticed by the boy's uncle. 'I can hide my feelings,' Thinks Thump. 'But what about Swift-rabbit? He is new to love and that can be difficult to hide from others. Especially if you are near. We should return to camp. Now.' Anguish fills the man's heart. He had wanted more time to be with his boy but accepts my advice. Thump is nearly running to the horses. Swift-rabbit greets him, the bright smile on his face fading by what he sees on the man's face. 'Willow Bird and I should leave before your tribesmen reach this side of the river,' Thump gestures. I'm given angry eyes from Swift-rabbit. Oh, he doesn't understand. I glance back at the river and feel pressed for time so I make a Connection with the boy to share our thoughts. 'I am happy for the both of you. But your uncle already suspects what I am and if he were to see your bright eyes for Thump...' "You speak in my head?!" the boy gasps. 'Yes. Another gift from our Father. Do not tell your uncle about my shaman abilities and say even less about Thump least he suspect what's in your heart.' "Ah, Willow Bird. Can I make a visit to your tribe before next summer?" I catch the real meaning behind the boy's request. 'If your uncle permits it. Thump is my Protector and he'll be my shadow wherever I go. You can come see him. Wait until the next full moon! War is soon to cover my People like a storm cloud.' "I want to help defend your tribe! To prove myself in battle so my uncle will see the bravery in my heart. I may even earn the right to wear an eagle's feather in my hair!" 'Or you could be killed,' I Send. "I should have been named a brave this summer," complains Swift-rabbit. "Then I wouldn't have to ask permission to go where I wish." 'Your uncle is war leader of your tribe. And he's acting as your monedo so don't dishonor him by going against his wishes. There may be other reasons why your naming rite was delayed. It would be irresponsible of you to run away.' The boy's shoulders slump. Thump knows something of what we've been discussing from hearing Swift-rabbit's spoken words and reading the emotions on his face. I look towards the river. Horses block my view so I don't know if they've reached our side of the river yet. Swift-rabbit rushes to embrace Thump. I watch their tender moment of parting, an aching coming to my heart since I no longer have a lover of my own to hug. Thump slowly parts from his boy. Longing fills their eyes that tears at my heart. I grab the man's arm and rush us towards the woods. He turns to raise his right hand to Swift-rabbit in farewell. I make my Connection to the trees and they Take us back to my tribe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of file: SHAMAN13.TXT The story continues in: SHAMAN14.TXT