-------------------------------------------------------------------------- WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-4 "Willow Bird Finds His Love" (Part #4 of 8) Copyright 1996 by Vince Water -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two boys return to camp. Willow Bird is given chores to perform from his mother. Not "woman's work" but necessary tasks one does as an Indian boy. Song Bird helps his friend. They collect firewood, gather berries and herbs, fill water skins and take care of the tribal horses. Without a father to support Willow Bird and his mother, they're being provided by the others so tasks are given them from everyone. This day is no different. Yet with Song Bird to help, the chores are quickly finished. Everyone notices the two cheery boys working side by side, calling them "two quick birds" as if they were brothers. Little did anyone realize how true this nick-name was for them. With most of the simpler tasks completed, the two boys end up in the corral. They enjoy taking care of the horses. Eighteen steads require much attention. The braves and warriors defer this work to boys. Beyond gathering wild grass and water for them, the horses need to be groomed and their sores taken care of. Their hides take numerous wounds from insect bites and abrasions from their use in the hunt. Lard is mixed with healing herbs for the larger sores. These tasks takes a good part of the afternoon. The boys pride themselves with their good work. When they finish, Willow Bird gets two mounts on loan for them to enjoy a trail ride. Their owners are grateful for the boys' work and this benefits the idle horses as well. Song Bird needs the practice. His older friend has good horsemanship and can teach him more about balancing at the gallop and how to jump. They mount up bare-back. No stirrups, saddles or blankets are used by the Indian youths. Willow Bird leads his young friend down the eastern trail. He finds an obsticle and points this out to his friend. "Do you see that pine tree that has fallen across our path?" I ask my friend. "Let's say that you're riding down an enemy brave who has stolen your wife. You come upon this fallen tree. What would you do?" "I wouldn't have a woman for him to steal," Song Bird answers with a giggle. "And if I did, I'd let him keep her!" I laugh at my friend's clever answer. "I too would never have a squaw." My tone becomes serious. "But what would you do to jump over this tree when galloping at full speed?" "I'd sit forward. Grip the horse with my calves to hold on. Am I right?" "Your horse would likely stop and send you flying over it!" I reply. "What did you forget to do?" "Urge him on," says Song Bird. "I'd kick hard and lean forward." "Now you have it correct. But the deed usually proves harder than the intent. Take your horse down the path and have him gallop this way. I'll wait on the other side of this fallen tree and watch you jump over it." Song Bird turns his horse around. He canters down the path to provide some distance for his jump. I get my mount to step over the fallen pine and we back into the forest to await my friend's attempt. The boy flies down the trail, approaches the fallen pine and over they go, landing well. When he returns to me, I call out, "Well done! You jumped your horse well." "I even remembered to let the reins slip through my hands so that I wouldn't be yanking them from his mouth. But he ran out of control after the jump. What can I do to quickly tighten his reins?" "You form an 'o' with your loose fingers and reach forward," I answer my friend. "It's important to always be in control of your mount." I test Song Bird with more obsticles to jump. At his side, I observe the boy's efforts and shout out instructions to correct his mistakes. He soon learns this lesson to my satisfaction. We rest our mounts. I look around at the seemingly endless forest. All the trees are at full growth with green leaves and blossoms. Very fragrant. My young friend often smiles at me. I can see our deepening bond. His love makes me very happy. I want our trail ride to last forever. We race down the path and jump over anything that comes in our way. The boy does fine. He nearly fell from his mount once but managed to recover his balance. These things happen. I'm glad that he wasn't shaken by the near spill. A rider gallops up from behind us. We turn our horses to meet him. It's a brave from our tribe. When he nears, we can see who it is. Big Horn raises his hand to us in greeting. I eagerly raise my hand in response. With a horse under me, I appear as an an equal to the brave. I'm filled with pride when he smiles at me knowingly. I happily turn to my young friend. Song Bird's greeting is cool towards Big Horn. There's no smile on his young face. I'm gives a pang of pain in my heart when realizing the reason for it. I turn back to Big Horn. "I have a task for you, Willow Bird," the brave commands. "Go to the Tall Forest in the morning and collect a handful of red-capped mushrooms." "I know of that mushroom," I answer him, "and how it likes eating upon the dead redwood while hiding in its shadow. I also know that it's a deadly plant to consume." "Only if you don't know what you're doing with it!" Big Horn snaps. "I do." "I will go," I answer the brave. "But that sacred grove is far away," I add in my hope that he'll provide me a horse. There's a big hunt taking place tomorrow so I know that mounts will be scarse. "You'll have the use of my horse," Big Horn replies. "Take my knife in the event you encounter something you'll need to stick this into." The brave hands over his rare Wah-ha metal blade to the boy. I'm amazed that Big Horn is loaning me his shiny knife from the White People! He's also going to be without a horse on the morrow. Didn't our chief command a hunt for all the braves? "Where will you be tomorrow?" I find myself asking out loud. Big Horn smiles. "Preparing for your initiation rite." I slowly turn my head to read Song Bird's face. How did my young friend react to the brave's words? I hope that Big Horn doesn't realize that I've told my friend about our secret rite. Otherwise, he'll be on guard against the boy's peeking into his tipi tomorrow evening. I want Song Bird to witness me fucking the brave's ass! The uneasy silence passes. I find my voice saying, "I'll do as you ask and gather the mushrooms." "Good. I also want you to find a small living branch from a redwood that still has on it green leaves," Big Horn commands. With his Geas upon the boy, the brave turns back for camp. "What would he want with that?" Song Bird asks. "Does he expect you to climb up one of those sky-touching trees?" "How would I know?" I answer with my thoughts turning deep. "What worries me more are the mushrooms. I thought that I'm supposed to survive the rite he's preparing for me!" My friend gives me a shrug in reply. "Let me see the knife," begs Song Bird. I hand the fine weapon to the boy. He unsheathes the silvery blade and examines it with awe. Unlike our flint knives, those of the Wah-ha People craft smooth, sharper blades. It's a most amazing thing. Song Bird removes his new ring and compares it to the knife. They're both metal but the boy's ring is brighter in color. More powerful medicine. If only I knew what those markings spoke of within its rounded band. When my friend returns the brave's knife, I tie it to my breechclout's supporting thong at my waist. The weapon gives me an appearance of being a man. Song Bird nods his head in approval. Pride swells in me. My horse gives me an impatient snort. I notice his heated, sweaty body under my butt. The warmth of the afternoon along with our racing has heated our mounts. I drop from my horse to cool him off. Song Bird joins me. I pull my rear cloth from my thong belt and hang it over the gelding's neck to dry. The boy eyes my rear end. "I hope you're not wanting to touch butts with me now," Song Bird asks. "Too many of our folk travel this path!" I shake my head and laugh. "No, I'm only drying my sweat-soaked breech-cloth. We've already made love this morning. I need to recover some before taking your dick into me again!" Song Bird giggles. I'm surprised when he pulls away his rear cloth. He tosses it over his horse's neck with a grin. We walk down the path back to camp with bare asses. My hand is often feeling over the boy's soft cheeks much to his embarrassment. "I want to go with you," asks Song Bird after the long silence. "The brave didn't say that you had to go alone. Everyone knows that we're inseparable when it comes to performing tasks." "It's a long way to the Tall Forest," I answer. "Big Horn has only one horse for my use." "I can try borrowing this horse again." I shake my head. "You should know that's unlikely," I sadly reply. "Tomorrow is the big hunt that your father has planned for the young braves or have you forgotten?" "That's right. The hunt is tomorrow..." Song Bird whispers in disappointment. "Your brave is trying to keep us apart!" "I don't think Big Horn is trying to keep you from me. He doesn't even know about our love." "Maybe not now," Song Bird warns, "but you'll tell him everything when he binds you to him in his tipi tomorrow night. Then no longer will we be happy together." The boy's little arrows sting my heart. His jealousy makes me feel two different things. I'm glad that my friend cares deeply for me but his reasoning is that of a young boy. It saddens me because he doesn't understand. I must try to explain it to him. "My love for Big Horn is like that for a father," I explain. "He's raised me these last handful of years so I owe him much. I'll allow him to use my body. This is only another lesson that the man is teaching me; how to embrace those of our sex and to perform the varied mating rites. I'll enjoy sharing with you what I learn!" The boy remains silent. It pains me to be in the middle of love for two male friends. My heart goes out to Big Horn as my second father. Mostly, I love this boy! It's in his arms that I'm the most fulfilled in my heart, spirit and flesh. Song Bird dons his rear cloth. He faces the ground and begins lagging behind. Our walk is in silence. I've shaken my butt a few times to entice the boy but he's ignored my offering. I take my breechclout flap from the horse's neck and wear it. Our horses have cooled down. I mount up. My friend does the same. A plan has been forming in my head. It seems workable. I break the silence to tell him about it. "There is a way for you to join me tomorrow. We can both ride Big Horn's stallion. Pai-alucia is strong. But we'll have to wake up very early to give enough time for the trip." Song Bird excitedly nods his head. "We can prepare our food and water pouches tonight and sleep earlier!" he suggests. "I can stay with you in your mother's tipi. That way I won't disturb my father and his two wives. They like to sleep late." "That sounds like a good plan," I answer. "My mother gets up early in the morning to begin her chores." I give a swift kick to my horse and race towards camp. My friend pursues me. We jump our mounts over the fallen pine tree. The boy gallops at my side. I nod to him my approval for his expertise. When we reach the tipi camp, I slow down and dismount outside the wooden corral. Our horses are taken care of with grooming and watering. We stock a supply of tall grass for all of them. Our bodies stink of horses so we head towards the river to wash up. No one is around. The two girls have long since finished with their washing. Song Bird strips. I watch him jump into the muddy water. I'm quick to join after him. Two sets of breechclouts lie on the muddy bank. The water is cold. Yet I'm glad to be rid of the horse's sweaty smell from my body. My young friend also scrubs his body with sand to clean himself. I notice that we're close to where I've found the ring so I search for the exact spot. My feet find the sunken sandbar. I tower over Song Bird who stands in the deeper water around me. "This is the place where I had found the ring!" I tell him. The boy dives at my feet. I feel his hands search around me for other valuables that may be found here. His dives are quick. The boy isn't a good swimmer and he brings up only a few stones and a shell to the surface. I hold my breath and prepare for a long dive since I'm the one without a ring. Cold fingers pull on my legs. A water spirit?! It's Song Bird. He tries pulling my legs apart. I smile at his new game and allow the youth to swim through my legs. I reach down to feel over his slippery buttocks. It's like a wiggly fish my hands try to catch. The boy's game turns naughty. He surfaces behind me with his teeth finding my ass. I wince from his small bites. The boy dives under the water again. Where will he surface next? I find the youth in front of me. His hands hold onto my hips while his mouth opening over my dick swallows it up! It's small because of the cold water. I look around. No one is near to witness my friend's bold act. I turn us around on the sandbar to keep the camp at my back. "Has Big Horn ever sucked on it?" Song Bird asks when coming up for air. "No. Only you know how good it feels to be sucked on!" The boy smiles when he mouths my dick again. He kicks his feet against the current to stay afloat. His hands tighten around my hips. I feel my erection forming. Will the youth be able to suck on my full length and want to drink my sperm? I steady the boy with my hands supporting his slim shoulders. He's slippery in the water. My breaths come more quickly when the neat sensations build up in my dick. The boy is now sucking on my full erection. His willingness amazes me. I try keeping our bodies steady in the river. Although I'm standing on the sandbar, water comes up to my balls. The current causes ripples and splashes over our bodies. It must be hard for my young friend to breathe through his nose. The boy's mouth is giving me much pleasure. His tongue darts into my thick skin for my piss hole. The sensation is tickling! I begin flexing my butt in and out. Small thrusts through his warm mouth. Not too deeply so the boy won't gag. I hold a breath. The boy's head bobs over my long dick and causes it to fill with sharp sensations. I'm feeling close to release! I want to finish this before a big wave disturbs my friend's efforts. It must be hard for him to be sucking me in the river. (Song Bird enjoys the bold act that he's performing on his friend's dick. He hears the older boy's sharp breaths that hold inside him for a long moment before coming out as low moans. The youth knows how good it feels to be sucked on.) (It's a real challenge for the boy to stay afloat. Such an adult act! Willow Bird's erection slips quickly through his mouth. He's ready to pull away when his friend sperms. The youth doesn't want to swallow any of that sticky stuff.) Another fiery breath in me! The boy's lips are like his tight hole I had fucked through this morning. I gaze over his flexing butt in the water and remember my conquest of it. When the tip of my dick had pushed through his tight entrance, only a few stabs had been needed to release gushes of my sperm. It was over with so quickly. My dick is ready to explode again. I try prolonging the act yet arrows of pleasure shoot through my dick. My climax is surprising and upon me without warning! I stab forward and shoot into the boy's mouth. (Song Bird gags. He pushes on his friend's hips to keep the thrusts from spearing into his tonsils. His mouth is tiring. It's difficult to keep above water and to breathe. The youth hopes that his friend can soon be brought to it.) (A loud cry. The boy discovers too late that Willow Bird's dick is exploding! He pulls away while tasting a warm liquid in his mouth, swallowing it.) I feel the boy's lips pulling from my spurting dick. He didn't intend to drink my seed, it seems. I reach down and finish it. My hand pulls out two remaining squirts while intense pleasure fills my head. I release a sharp breath. My head becomes dizzy. The river is cold around us yet my body is ablaze! It's such an intense feeling to be sucked off. I look around for my dear friend. The boy kneels in the river. His cupped hands bring water to his mouth which he quickly spits out. I realize that my friend doesn't like what I've squirted in his mouth. My sperm is like a man's; thick and white. I've curiously tasted some from my hand after beating off to it. I wasn't impressed by the sticky, salty taste. A boy's clear release is sweeter and nice to swallow. "I got you to do it!" boasts Song Bird. I nod my head at his words. My hand pulls out a small squirt from the end of my dick which I show the youth. He grimaces. I laugh at the boy's dislike of having tasted my sticky sperm. "When will the stuff from my dick turn thick?" Song Bird asks. He urgently pulls over his stiff pole. Sucking off his friend has excited him enough to beat off. I think back to when my watery releases had turned manly. "Mine was also clear at your age," I explain. "It felt really good to squirt from it no matter how many times I beated off in a day. After a full year's growth, it turned thick and white. By next summer, you'll have the seed of a man." "I'm often getting my dick erected and making it squirt!" admits Song Bird. I grin. I'm rather envious that the boy can enjoy doing it again and again. My loins tire after only a few times of releasing white seed. I enjoy watching the boy masturbate. His left hand is tightly wrapped around his long skinny dick. The thickness is the same as Big Horn's though not nearly as long or curved as that man's. The youth's butt flexes in and out. I reach out to feel over his sexy motion there. I notice that the boy's rosy tip pops out dryly from the skin. No pre-cum. He's excited enough to masturbate. I recall how Big Horn's dick dripped with excitement and when my dick is erected its head oozes. I suppose that young boys must handle themselves without its slippery aid. Song Bird's body is slippery from the river. At least his dick won't turn an angry red color and chafe. I kneel down in the water and mouth over the boy's butt. His cheeks are cold and slippery. I kissed deeper into its crack. A warmth draws my tongue into it. I stick deep in the boy's hole. The boy's high-pitched cry! I quickly turn him around and mouth his spurting pole. The tip of it throbs from the quick squirts I'm taking into me. It's exciting to drink up the boy's sweet release. My second drink from his loins today. (Song Bird gasps for breath. He looks down at his friend and grins. Head shaking, the boy pulls from Willow Bird's mouth in disbelief.) "You really like its taste?" he asks. "Yes. It's sweet as honey!" I cleverly answer. My tone becomes more serious. "We are truly lovers for having given each other seed; inside our butts and from drinking from each other's loins. It binds us to have this most intimate release from your body in my body. I really enjoy making love to you." (Song Bird drops his eyes in embarrassment. He stares at his shrinking pole, dripping its boyish essence to the river. A rumor comes to him.) "I've heard that young boys who can't shoot or have only a clear release are sought out by lusting girls," says Song Bird. "These boys are shown how to copulate without fear of making a baby inside the girl." A long-ago memory comes into my head. Something that I had forgotten until hearing my friend's words. "That must be true. It happened to me..." Song Bird turns his bright eyes to me. He remains silent in the hope that I'll give him a full account. I nod my head. After going through the memory, I tell him what happened. "It was some four years ago," I begin. "I was swimming in the river when a girl a little older than myself came in to join me. She had left her dress on the bank over my breechclout. We played games that allowed our hands to feel over each other's bodies. I was curious about how a girl differed from a boy. Her touching made my dick stiffen. "When she saw my erection, she handled it to make it feel intense. Nothing came out since I was too young. I think that pleased her since she asked me to lay with her on the grassy bank and enter her as a man does. I was curious about how that felt and tried it." Song Bird asks, "you actually mounted that girl?!" I nod my head and grin. "She was on top of me and forced my dick through her front opening. It was a strange sensation to have our bodies come together." My young friend grimaces. He doesn't seem amused by my story. "My smaller body was trapped under her weight," I explain in defense. "I can't remember how my dick felt in her but she moaned a lot. The act became uncomfortable to me. I wanted to escape. She held my arms down and forced my stabs." "Is it possible for a girl to rape a boy?" asks Song Bird. I shrug my shoulders. "That's what it felt like to me! The girl was having all the fun. It seemed to me a lengthy mounting. I kept trying to wiggle out of her embrace but she managed to keep my dick inside her. It made me feel bad to have a girl forcing me to her will. Worse was yet to come. "A brave had come upon us. He watched our struggle with much interest. I suppose he was amused to see a girl forcing a boy to pleasure her. My humiliation ended when the girl cried out. The brave clapped his hands, alerting her to his presence. She pulled from my body in a rush and grabbed her dress. I alone had to explain things to the young man." "Which girl had done that to you?" asks Song Bird. "I won't tell you. What's interesting to know is that the young brave who had seen us is now that girl's warrior husband!" Song Bird giggles. He thinks through all the couples in camp for one with a warrior and a girl of Willow Bird's age. Three come to mind. He's distracted by movement on the bank. "Who's that?" Song Bird whispers to his friend in alarm. The boy hopes that it's not the girls who had spied on them last summer. I turn to the tall figure my friend points to. It has grown darker since we've been out here. Father Sun is soon to drop from His sky to sleep. My eyes make out a man calling to us from the bank. We wade through the water to join him. When we near, I see that it's our shaman. The aged man is wearing his fine elk robe and many feathers of the eagle are in his long hair. When I become a warrior, I'll be counting coups and performing honorable deeds as this man's headdress has proven for himself. I'm in awe of his attention to us. "Who has left this knife on the bank?" scolds the shaman. I step forward and claim it from the man's cracked hands. His face reveals a displeasure at something. Fear takes me. Our love acts in the river may have been observed! "This isn't a flint knife you can drop on the bank without a care," the shaman explains. "Big Horn's Wah-ha knife has a blood-red spirit hiding within it. Exposure to water will release it, dulling its sharp medicine. Remember my words!" "I will, shaman." It's with a bowed head that I pick up our breechclouts at the man's feet. His chuckles bring my face back up to him. "My eyes may have grown dim with the years," the shaman says, "but I can plainly see that you're ready to be given a man's name. Wear your breechclout more often, Willow Bird. Your young friend can still enjoy the pleasure of being naked without embarrassing the girls." My thoughts fly back to this morning. I had kept on my breechclout during my swim in front of the girls. The shaman's words are true. I'm becoming a man and must act like one. I wrap my breechclout around my waist and tie it. My right side bears the weight of Big Horn's metal knife. I quickly check it for any bleeding. There are no red markings along its sharp edge. I'll be more mindful of it in the future. "Song Bird. Your first mother is looking for you. Go to her tipi." I wave a quick farewell to my young friend as he streaks into camp while tying on his breechclout. I don't know who Song Bird is more afraid of; the aged shaman or his mother! I'm about to make good my own escape when the old man holds up his hand to stop me. I endure his long silent gaze. A fear squeezes my heart from his attention. I wonder what he wants with me? "My thoughts are often turning to you," the shaman says. "You'll be the only boy to be named a man this summer. There are things I need to tell you. Come to my tipi tomorrow morning. We'll talk." A conflict rises within me. I blurt it out to the shaman. "I've been Geased to go to the Tall Forest in the morning!" "It's as I feared," the shaman whispers. "I had a dream, Willow Bird. You were under the shadows of mighty trees. Alone. Weaponless. A black spirit tried eating your life!" I shake in fear at the shaman's prophesy. If he has dreamed it, then it must surely come to pass! But what about my young friend? I ask the shaman, "Song Bird is coming with me. What happens to him?" The old man remains silent for a moment. He's startled by this new revelation. "I didn't See the boy. Only you and the horse in danger. This is curious. I think Song Bird becomes a shadow to hide himself. That requires powerful medicine!" I'm mystified by what I've heard. It leaves me in an aweful position. Big Horn has tasked me to bring him back things from the Tall Forest while the shaman speaks words of warning. Which should I heed? I ask the old man a revealing question. "Do all your dreams come to pass?" "Many of them do, Willow Bird, but not always in the way I interpret them! I do not know the Mind of our Father in his Mysterious Ways. My feeble ears and eyes receive clues of what may come to pass in my dreams. I've given you my warning. Take care!" I bow my head to the old man and run. My feet take me before Big Horn's tipi. When I call out to him behind the door flap there's no answering reply. The brave isn't home. I didn't remember seeing Pai-alucia in the corral when my friend and I had returned. He must still be out riding. I return to my mother's tipi. She's resting over her mat with eyes closed. There's no reason to disturb her with my fears since she couldn't help me. I need the council of a man! I wish yet again that my father hadn't left us. Even Big Horn isn't around to help me. I lay over my mat and sulk. The stars begin to shine through the smoke hole. Song Bird hasn't come to our tipi yet. I can't keep my eyes open any longer. My body is tired from this day's long events. I allow sleep to take me away... I awaken. Crickets sing their nightly song while above, the soft glow of Grandfather Moon comes in through the tipi smoke hole. A warmth lays at my side. My young friend? I return to sleep. It's night time. We've snuck out of my mother's tipi to play at the corral. Song Bird brings an excited stallion to me. He hopes that I'll be satisfied with his gift. The horse covers all of my back and sticks into me. I'm amazed to see its lengthy cock pushing through my butthole and coming out through my dick. The boy eagerly sucks on my new horse-cock. And like a stallion, I squirt nine times into his mouth. Intense! A heated breath blows over my wet dick. The smell of my cum. Hands pull from around my hips. A soft giggle in the darkness. Song Bird? The youth settles down at my side. A great weariness takes me. Sleep. Song Bird sneaks out of my mother's tipi. He stalks though the foggy night while Grandfather Moon and I watch his every step. The youth slips into Big Horn's tipi. He finds the brave sleeping over a bear skin. The boy pulls the man's rear flap away to make vulnerable his butt. He lifts his front cloth and holds it to his belly. Sprouting from the youth's smooth groin is his erection. He giggles from the lusty task before him. Before the boy can stab in, Big Horn turns into a great black bear. He growls out a challenge. The man/bear wrestles with the frightened youth until he's laid over him. Beastly excitement. The boy gets savagely fucked. Song Bird lifts his ringed hand to the sky. He cries out to me. I hear his pleas and ride to his rescue upon my winged horse. I leap from Pai-alucia to the great bear, weapon in hand. Many are my strikes to his shaggy back! I use the medicine of Big Horn's Wah-ha knife to try scaring the bear spirit out of the brave. My knife disappears! I have to run away. I race through the shadows to escape. It's raining and storming in the forest and my naked body is chilled. My life is threatened as the shaman had warned me. Yet I fear more for my young friend. Has the bear spirit killed him? I follow a trail of tears and find Pai-alucia. Song Bird lies over his back, nearly dead. I command the stallion to fly us away. The bear growls. We're chased by the beast all the way back to camp. Only the shaman stops his approach. Big Horn steps out of the black bear's skin. The boy wakes up. Song Bird shakes me awake. My eyes are still dim with sleep. He manages to pull me up. I stretch my weary limbs towards the faint light of morning seen through the smoke hole. I look for my mother. She's asleep over her mat. I try shaking the sleepiness from my half open eyes. My young friend is impatient with my slowness. He lifts some pouches from the floor and hefts them over his slim shoulders. I take a pouch and follow him outside. My front flap sticks to my groin. I pull it away and feel inside for my dried cum. It sticks to my coarse hairs and to the skin of my left thigh. The result of my lusty dreaming! My strange dreams return to me. It's a silent walk to the corral. Fog hanging low in the trees. The river's fingers draw cold lines along the ground when we near its bank. The horses nicker warily at our approach. Song Bird drops the pouches and climbs over the corral wall of wooden logs. My hands feel for the Wah-ha blade. It's securely tied to my thong belt. In thinking back to what Big Horn had said about using it, I secretly hope that the knife won't be needed this day. The boy greets the tribe's horses which come to him looking for food and to be touched. He fetches Pai-alucia. I pull out the long thin branches from the gate to form an opening. My friend carefully leads the old Appaloosa out while I prevent the other horses from escaping. It would go badly for us if the herd were to get loose, delaying the braves' hunt on this day. I secure the corral gate. Song Bird giggles when I turn to them. He points under the stallion, at his long dong sticking under his belly. A part of my dream comes to mind. I begin to shiver. And not from the chill of the morning air. I ignore the boy. The food and water pouches are tied to Pai-alucia's back and I mount up. Song Bird doesn't heed my outstretching hand. He's busy touching the stallion's cock. I sigh with impatience. The boy hears me and offers his hand. I pull him up behind me. He sits close with loose hands around my waist. We ride towards the forest at a walk. Once the sleeping tipis are left behind I yell to my horse to gallop. This sends us flying down the path. In alarm, Song Bird throws his hands around my stomach to hang on for dear life. I smile at my clever trick. It reminds me of all the times my friend's arms have held me in love. We race into the forest. I'm alarmed by the ground touching clouds which hide the path from my eyes. I have to slow my horse so that we won't run into a tree! The fog has come from the unusually cool morning. Its white fingers stretch sleepily through the trees. It will delay our journey. I hope that the heated hand of our Father will soon dispell it. I keep Pai-alucia to a slow walk. Song Bird still holds onto me. His warmth touches my body in many places. I glance down at his little hands locked over my stomach. I'm his. Our legs rub. The boy rests his head on my back while my butt presses against his groin. I feel his breath on me. Warm. Our closeness is exciting my young friend. I feel his erection pointing into my butt. Only thin deerskin cloths prevent our bodies from connecting. My dick begins to swell. "You're getting me excited!" I whisper back to my friend. "I can't help it," Song Bird answers. "I'm thrilled any time we are touching." The youth looks around at the thick fog. "How long will we be trapped in these clouds sleeping upon our Mother?" "For a while, I fear." An idea comes to me. I reach down to my thong belt and untie it. My hand gathers the loosened flaps. I hand my breechclout back to my friend. "Put this in our mushroom sack and take care not to drop Big Horn's knife!" I hear a scuffling behind me. It's not one breechclout but two that Song Bird tosses into the sack. He scoots against me. I enjoy his nakedness huddling mine. The warmth of his body feels good and helps protect us from the chilly morning. (The two boys become as one with only the fog to clothe their beautiful bodies. It's a wonderful, loving hug. Each boy takes in the sensations of touching his naked companion. A sharing of warmth that goes beyond the needs of the flesh.) I sigh in the arms of my young friend. My dick feels horny yet I'm content to simply wait. Much have we done yesterday to release ourselves. I'm surprised that my loins had kept up with the boy! His clear releases grant him many tireless thrills. I usually masturbate once a day to satisfy my lust. My body aches from all that we've done. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- {End of file: WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-4 Story continues: -5