****************************************************************************** BIGHORN2.TXT "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" A pre-Willow Bird story! (part 2) Copyright 2000 by Vince Water ****************************************************************************** * 7/2000 * * "Big Horn's Path into the Mahyee-na" * - part 2 - The Mid-summer's Eve moon cycled to the next full moon of late summer. Big Horn was becoming restless. He returned to the gloom that had plagued him before his plains encounter. In spite of his elevated status in the eyes of his tribe, he was feeling lonely and much tempted to satisfy the building lust in his loins with a boy. The men of his tribe were unapproachable; warriors had their wives to spill their seed into so the brave's offer for sex with them would be rejected. Unmarried men might be tempted... Big Horn feared that it would only end in humiliation for him though. More than a bodily joining was sought. Big Horn wanted the love that was hiding in his heart for another male to be joined with theirs if the sexual bonding was to be a lasting one between them. Willow Bird was his choice. Yet that boy wasn't ready to join the man's path until he was named a brave, and then he might not accept male love if his loins only sought out the squaws. The greatest fear for Big Horn was rejection. He didn't want the admiration and pride he saw in Willow Bird's eyes for him to change into something bad. Big Horn couldn't even accept his own spirit for wanting male love. He was often away from the tribe to cleanse his darker self, emptying his balls in hand before returning home. In that way, he protected Willow Bird and himself from harmful consequences. Warm Hand's warning was ever in his mind. The long outings, however, were becoming less effective for the brave. He could offer his dick its pleasurable release but his heart continued to ache him. How his eyes looked upon the other men of his tribe for hopeful signs that they could love him as he wanted it! Boys seemed more approachable. Big Horn's rash vow that he'd spoken on the river bank was weakening inside him. He reluctantly sought out the secret playing grounds of boys. It was Crying Loon who found Big Horn being naked amongst the cat tails. The brave had returned to that very place to conduct his lust rite. He was on his knees in the thick mud, pulling over his hard cock when the boy came upon him. He saw where the man's breechclout lay and eagerly dropped his over it. He noticed Big Horn's reluctance at his approach. The boy carefully kneeled at the brave's side making sure that their bodies wouldn't touch. His pole was so small. When Big Horn took the attitude of ignoring his presence and continued to handle his long cock, the youth tasked himself with getting himself erected in hand. Neither spoke a word to the other. Crying Loon watched the brave's violent display that reminded him of what had happened between them. He didn't seek a repeat of it but hoped the brave would settle for a gentler embrace with him. That wasn't going to happen if the man continued to ignore him. Crying Loon stared at Big Horn's hard cock that made him grow excited with his boy-sized dick getting stiff. He caught the brave's curious glances on him. "I didn't tell anyone about it," whispered Crying Loon. When he thought Big Horn wouldn't say anything, he heard an answering whisper. "I'm grateful to you. How did you keep Wolf Pawing from tattling on me?" Crying Loon smiled with relief. "I took him to the river and drowned him!" He heard the brave laugh. "Then who is that boy I see sleeping in warrior Fire-singes-his-hair's tipi at night?" asked Big Horn with humor in his voice. "Oops. I must have killed the wrong boy." Big Horn paused from his necessary act to turn to Crying Loon. "I've been thinking about you but mostly fearing what would happen if..." "We tried again?" Crying Loon saw that his words had hit their mark. "I was scared by you, Big Horn. You're so strong and over powering for a boy like me. Yet..." Big Horn couldn't continue the boy's sentence for him. He really didn't know what Crying Loon wanted to say. Silence fell between them. The brave resumed to handle his hard cock though his face wasn't as grim. The youth liked watching his naked display. On his knees, the man's butt humped in time to his beating in front of him. Muscles flexed in his left arm and chest. It was a thrilling act of male strength to watch. The boy looked down at his insignificance, the disappointment of self showing on his face. Big Horn didn't seem uninterested. He glanced at the boy's erection with shining eyes. Their male bodies strained side by side in the mud to find relief in sperming. The brave liked looking at Crying Loon. His body may be smallish and undeveloped but the boy performed the male act that was cute and thrilling to watch. The youth revealed his need. His left hand bobbed around his twig-sized pole standing up between his thighs; a smooth groin. The youth's arms were thin and without muscles. He had a flat chest - a promise of manhood in the summers to come. Big Horn's eyes were drawn down to the small humping cheeks. He wondered if Crying Loon would accept his hand on them. Soft. Nicely tanned from the sun and covered in mud. "You really like my butt?" asked Crying Loon. He had noticed where the man's eyes fell on him. His dick may be too small but Big Horn had shown an interest for his rear end. When he had fingered him, the youth remembered the pain in his hole but too there was an intense sexual feeling from it. "It is nice." Big Horn didn't want to say more that would remind the youth how he'd violated him. Crying Loon noticed the man's shyness; it made him become bold. The boy spread his knees over the mud and he raised his butt high into the air. His hand pulled on his right cheek so the brave could peek inside. Big Horn was amused by the youth's vulnerable display. His eyes peered into the boy's opening cheeks to find its entrance: a brown little hole. It seemed too small to take even a man's finger into it but he remembered how the ringed muscles had quivered when being penetrated. Even if he were daring, his thick cock could never fit inside. That was one of his darkest urgings - to penetrate an asshole and fuck as a real man. Crying Loon held his butt up high while continuing to pull over his erection. He knew Big Horn was staring at that most naked part of his body - the man probably lusted to stick his cock in it as if he were a willing squaw. The youth giggled. He dropped back down into the mud with his eyes too shy to look at the brave. His act had been bold and very naughty. A curiosity grew in him to see the man's butt hole and he wondered how his erection would feel to stick inside it if he could. "Be careful with your butt," warned Big Horn. "A lusting Spear-bearing warrior may want to see how it feels on his cock." A tremendous surge went through Crying Loon at the man's words. He wondered how it would feel to get raped. Pain yes, but there was his strange sense of longing in him to help fulfill a needing man. The boy eyed Big Horn's cock with the temptation to sit on it for a thrilling ride. "Would you want to try sticking into my hole?" asked Crying Loon. He giggled for daring to ask such a thing but stuck his butt out at the man. Big Horn's eyes widened with disbelief from what he'd heard. His hand aimed the end of his long cock into Crying Loon's opening butt. It seemed a natural connection between a man with a boy; his strength could deeply enter the youth to help his body grow. Manly pleasure would be taken in return! Ah... but no. Lust almost had him falling on the youth to rape him but the man managed to control himself and he pulled away from the foolish boy. Crying Loon felt the brave's cock between his cheeks and that sent a warning tingle through his dick. The boy experienced intense thrills. The rush of breath from his mouth warned Big Horn that he was cumming. To the boy's surprise, he saw the brave reach around for his surging dick. He caught what squirted out from his loins. A clear sticky pool formed in the man's palm. Big Horn brought it down to himself and he cover his cock and balls with the boy's weak seed. Crying Loon was curious why he did. "I'm taking back what you stole from me last time." The boy giggled. He remembered sneaking fingers to Big Horn's knob, collecting what had oozed from its piss hole that made his dry erection slippery for the handling. It gave him a strange sense of pleasure to know that the brave wanted his essence over his manhood. He eagerly watched Big Horn's slippery handling that would soon get his loins to explode. Big Horn was finding that hard to do though. He felt the building thrills in his cock that should lead him to climax and it was plenty slippery to make for a quick handling that he found exciting. The final pleasure was being denied him though. He felt that having Crying Loon watching him was the cause. "I sometimes find it hard to come out a second time," assured the boy. He thought that Big Horn had already enjoyed a first climax before finding him in the cat tails. Big Horn was relieved to hear Crying Loon's assumption. It kept him from feeling ashamed by his display of impotence. Yet he was in great need! His balls ached him to be emptied so the man took a firmer grip of his foreskin and he beat it to death. Crying Loon didn't understand the man's distress. He watched his violent handling so that he wouldn't miss the exciting ending part. It seemed to be taking an awfully long time. His dick had since softened and laid asleep over his balls. After a lengthy attempt with his cock feeling worn out, Big Horn let it go with a nervous laugh. "I envy boys their ability to come out again and again." Crying Loon understood. "I can only squirt up to three times in a sitting but you should have seen Wolf Pawing! His little erection can give him countless thrills before he gets tired." "Are you often performing the 'growing up' rite for him?" asked Big Horn. "The growing up rite?" Big Horn was surprised to hear that Crying Loon didn't know about it. "It's a common enough thing," explained the brave. "When a boy reaches his early teen years, his father or uncle will stand naked with him and perform the seed rite. He offers his manly strength to the youth so that his clear releases will soon thicken and turn white." Crying Loon thought about that older boy who had stood with him in the woods. His cum had been like a man's but it had fallen at their feet, wasted. An idea struck him. "Can you help my loins to mature, Big Horn?" The brave sadly gestured at his worn out dick and spoke. "I'm unable to get it to come out again," in a lie. Big Horn wasn't trying to cum a second time as the boy had thought. He seemed unable to perform in front of the boy. "Why didn't you stick in me?" asked Crying Loon. "Maybe that could have gotten you to sperm." "Ah... no," breathed Big Horn. "Our bodies aren't matched for that and it would have given you much pain." The man's eyes shined with renewed challenge. Yet he was glad that he'd held himself back from performing that brutal act. "We could return here tomorrow..." Big Horn reluctantly nodded his head. He didn't think a day would help but not wanting to embarrass himself, he couldn't think of an excuse to get out of it. The boy jumped to his feet and he fetched their breechclouts. He noticed that mud covered much of his lower body. Big Horn's, too. "Let's clean up in the river," suggested Crying Loon. He dropped their breechclout back to the ground. Big Horn rose from his knees with a long sigh. There came an aching from his cock that the man hoped would be drowned by the cold river. He followed Crying Loon to the bank. It was chocked with tall cat tails; mud sucked at their feet. The boy jumped into the water with a big splash. Crying Loon endured the cold while scrubbing away the mud from his body. He kept his head above water. Big Horn remained close to the bank, kneeling in the shallows to clean his legs. There were splotches of mud over the man's lower back and his butt. An idea came to the youth. He waded closer to the brave with his hands cupping the water. When the boy was close enough, he splashed Big Horn's back with a happy glee. The man flinched. "There was mud on your back," explained Crying Loon. He continued to splash water over the kneeling brave. Big Horn endured the cold water over his body. He noticed that the boy gave special attention to his butt, trying to splash between his cheeks so the man spread his legs and arched his back forward. He trembled. Not from the cold but for making himself so vulnerable. Crying Loon took advantage of the brave. He rose up behind Big Horn to feel over the man's brown cheeks. They felt slippery and warm in his hands. Nicely muscled! Daringly, he slipped fingers within to touch the man's hole. Big Horn felt struck by a lightning bolt. The boy was handling a very sensitive part of his nakedness. Strangely, he allowed it. "I wish that I were a... warrior," muttered Crying Loon. He was going to say 'Spear-bearing warrior' but felt that would have been too revealing. The boy stood over the trembling brave with a sense of power. He noticed that his dick could slip between the man's cheeks and stab him if he'd been erected and more daring. Big Horn lowered his head into the water to clean his face. That made his butt open even more. A thought struck the boy. Did this man want to get raped? Big Horn lifted his head from the water. He sputtered for breath. Crying Loon realized that the brave was finished with his bath and would be standing up so to prevent it, he dropped over the man's back with his full weight. Arms rushed around to grip the man's belly, hands locked there. Big Horn felt the boy's pole ticking between his cheeks, not erected. The notion of what Crying Loon was attempting made him laugh. He slowly stood up, carrying the youth's body with him. The boy slipped down his back to stand in the shallows with him. Crying Loon giggled nervously. He released the man's body but still felt a bit mischievous. He dropped to his knees in the water with his hands reaching for Big Horn's cheeks. He quickly parted them so that he could peek inside... A brown hole was found. But before he could finger it, the man turned around with an angry growl. "I had let you peek in my butt," explained Crying Loon with a giggle. Big Horn reached back to protect his butt within his left hand. He felt many conflicting emotions: fear, but also a wanting to be taken as if he were a squaw. Had this been Willow Bird who lusted for him, the man would have endured male humiliation in trade for that boy's sexual pleasure. With a sad face, Big Horn rushed back to their breechclouts. Crying Loon walked close behind him, pole in hand with playful aiming. He wished that he'd been erected. What a coup he'd have scored to stick himself into the brave! Big Horn ignored the boy's silly grin and how he pointed his little dick at him. He fetched their breechclouts from the ground. The boy's flaps were returned to him while the man covered his wet body with his lengthy cloth. He rejected Crying Loon's offer to help him tie the thong belt around his waist. They walked back to camp in silence. Crying Loon felt angry with himself. He had dared too much with Big Horn and knew that the man would likely be avoiding him in the cat tails. His chance to perform more naked things with the brave would be lost. They entered the woods. Big Horn walked with long strides that the boy found hard keeping up with. He was struggling with words that he could speak to the man that would try winning him back to him. "I'm many summers away from becoming a warrior," stammered Crying Loon. "My body is still small..." He captured Big Horn's curious glance with his eyes and put as much sadness as he could muster into them. "Enjoy this brief time as a boy," answered Big Horn. "Play. Have fun with your friends and learn the skills you'll need when becoming a man. All too soon you'll be facing adult responsibilities and concerns that will have you longing for simpler times." Crying Loon lowered his head from the brave's words. He had no clever response to give him. There seemed to be no path that he could find into the man's guarded heart. Perhaps he was already in love with another. "Will you tell me something, Big Horn?" the boy asked after coming out of his deep thoughts. "Hmm?" He slowly turned to Crying Loon and wished that he was anywhere else but standing at this boy's side. He knew that it was going to be a difficult question upon him. "Have you performed a growing up rite for Willow Bird? He doesn't have a father for that." Big Horn swallowed nervously in his throat. He longed to offer that naked rite to Willow Bird and more if he was willing. There was much love in his heart that he had for his young charge. A stronger feeling than what he felt for Crying Loon. They walked a ways further in silence. Big Horn was deep in his thoughts about Willow Bird and though Crying Loon pressed him to answer, the brave kept his mouth shut. He strode with quick feet towards the tipis so that he could be released from the burden of having to answer the prying youth. Crying Loon took the man's silence as his reluctance to admit that he was in love with Willow Bird. They had been together as man and boy for over four years so surely they must have embraced. Naked. The youth envied Willow Bird's monedo and what they shared. It was a thing he sought in a willing man. The brave walking at his side had proven that his spirit desired boys. The youth wanted to seduce Big Horn's love that would have the man teaching him the varied sex rites that two males could embrace. It would give him such power over an adult! To the boy's surprise, his wicked thoughts had given him an erection though he didn't feel the need to come out again. He glanced at Big Horn's front flap. There was an obvious bulge within it that swung with each of the man's strides. Even in its limp state, he was huge! Crying Look felt the urge to handle it. Big Horn was too deep in his thoughts to notice the small hand slipping into the side of his breechclout. He was startled to a halt when his cock was grabbed. Crying Loon gave him a sly grin. "I know that you lust for boys," explained Crying Loon. "It's a secret that I've been keeping for you, Big Horn." The boy felt the need to test what influence he had already gained over the brave. When Big Horn stood before him stunned by his words, the boy attempted more. He pulled away his small front flap to reveal his excitement. The man's cock was slipped out and handled. Big Horn glanced nervously in the direction of camp. He wasn't sure what the boy wanted to do but his feet were rooted to the ground. Fear gripped his heart to be discovered by their tribesmen but he was also afraid of Crying Loon who recognized the power that he had over him and was wielding it. "Your cock is very thick!" exclaimed Crying Loon. He playfully aimed the exposed knob of his dick into the entrance of the man's foreskin hanging down sleepily from his handful of balls. It was a tickly sensation. The boy stood on tip toes to push his rosy knob all the way inside. When he felt Big Horn's knob against his, the youth pulled the loose brown skin along his shaft until he was nearly swallowed up. Big Horn was curious by the boy's act but felt that they were too close to camp and risked discovery. He tried pulling away. Crying Loon's tight hand prevent it though. In annoyance, he lifted his hands to his hips and sighed nervously. He disliked being manipulated by this youth. "If I were to piss, would it fill your bladder because you're not excited or would it drown your balls?" The brave shrugged his shoulders in reply. He still didn't know what the youth was trying to accomplish with him but it was strangely exciting. "No... I'd probably only get your foreskin to swell up like an overly filled water bladder," muttered Crying Loon almost to himself. He was tempted to find out but he couldn't seem to get his hard dick to piss. Nice tingles were felt from their male connection. The boy began pulling over Big Horn's thick skin to pleasure his erection within it so that he could piss out something else. "That isn't how the 'growing up' rite is performed," Big Horn complained. He continued looking in the direction of camp for anyone approaching. "Hmm..." Crying Loon was fascinated by handling the brave's long skin around his dick. He reached within Big Horn's breechclout to clutch his sac of large balls, feeling himself building towards explosion. Big Horn drew in a trembling breath. He felt his male aching that was needing to be released but he didn't want the boy to notice it. Crying Loon was holding breaths. His hand moved with the obvious attempt to get himself to cum. The brave thought that he could as well. He dropped his left hand to the youth's balls and tickled over their softness. The boy smiled up at him. Their straining bodies tried finding a connection amongst the trees. Little did they know that a warrior was looking down on them from his hidden perch above. He was too far away to overhear what was said but he recognized the sexual rite that they performed. The rumors about Big Horn were proving to be true. The brave stood over the youth who had taken control of him. It was an alarming feeling but his dick wouldn't allow him to turn away. Crying Loon also knew things that could be spoken against him in camp. His foolishness had put him in this boy's hands. Literally. For good or ill, Big Horn allowed the youth to manipulate him. Some pleasure was given him in trade. Crying Loon began his stabs through the man's foreskin. He felt his knob meet Big Horn's in slippery challenge. The sensation was similar to beating off but it was more thrilling because he had taken a man's size in hand, rolling the long skin down the shaft of his dick almost to his balls. He marveled at the size of Big Horn's cock, not even fully erected. Big Horn felt his growing pleasure. Taking the boy's stabs through his foreskin was akin to getting raped, he realized but from the front of his body instead of behind. His cock tried lengthening but it was being subdued by the youth's savage pounding. Their oozing knobs kissed within. It made for a strange 'growing up' rite between them. The man continued to finger Crying Loon's balls. His other hand reached around the boy to slip under his rear flap for his butt. He felt the youth's sweaty cheeks flexing in beat to his forward stabs. Big Horn felt tremendous lust for sex, enjoying the unusual connection of their male bodies. Having his foreskin penetrated by a needing boy was a thing he'd never imagined before. Crying Loon enjoyed having the man's hands over his body. Big Horn's tickling of his balls almost seemed like a coaxing for his sperm to flow. From behind, the brave cupped his humping butt. Their most intimate touching was in front: being stuck through Big Horn's foreskin made them one body so that male strength could flow down from the man's loins into his. The boy desired Big Horn's power! He wanted his dick to mature into the huge shape that was this brave's proud manhood. The boy also wanted hair on his groin and a large sac of balls filled with thick white sperm to squirt out. Performing the growing up rite between them would make that happen. Crying Loon wanted his small body to quickly mature into a man's. Big Horn's fingers were drawn through the crack of Crying Loon's little butt to find its entrance. The man felt that if his foreskin was being penetrated, he could enjoy the boy's tight hole. His forefinger searched deep between the youth's humping cheeks. A heated moist place was found. Rubbing it made the boy gasp, from pleasure or fear the brave didn't know. He wouldn't be hurting this youth again by penetrating his small hole as before. It was thrilling enough to touch Crying Loon's rear male entrance and imagine... The boy felt a sharp thrill in his butt from the man's fingering and that made his dick squirt. He quickly filled the man's foreskin with tremendous pleasure, his eyes fluttering during the act. When the youth was done, he drew in a sharp breath into his lungs. He noticed that Big Horn's eyes were closed as if deep in concentration. Lusty moans escaped from his lips. Crying Loon didn't think that the man had even realized that he cummed. A sharp breath was drawn into Big Horn's lungs. He was enjoying his fuck of the boy's little butt, his cock stabbing its tight hole again and again! He would subdue this naughty youth. Gain respect from the act. When he heard Crying Loon gasp, the man felt a small release from his cock. Crying Loon felt a throbbing in the man's foreskin that he clutched. Was Big Horn squirting, he wondered? The brave's fingers continued to rub over over his butt hole. His eyes opened with such a ferocious look in them! Almost as if the man was going to eat him. The boy kept his place though. Big Horn tried hiding his premature release by keeping his breaths even and slowly paced. Only his narrowing eyes could have betrayed himself to the boy. His pleasure was secretly enjoyed though the result of it flooded his foreskin. Their seed was mingling inside. When Crying Loon's eyes widened, the brave knew he'd been discovered. He had only cum a little. There remained a powerful lust in his body so Big Horn grabbed hold of his swollen foreskin, stroking the base of it. The boy kept his tight hold of the end near his small balls. With his free hand, Crying Loon untied Big Horn's thong belt. He wanted to look upon the man's full nakedness while he struggled to complete himself. The lengthy cloth dropped at their feet. His rear flap also fell when the boy pulled on his own belt. Their bodies struggled together. Breaths rushed through Big Horn's mouth. His cock made quick stabs that felt like it was drowning. The inside of his foreskin was very slippery and full. Crying Loon held the end closed against his groin with pinching fingers. With the softening of the boy's dick, the man's knob was able to advance. Big Horn struggled towards climax. He felt the need to cum but his cock was feeling shy again with the boy looking on. Crying Loon had wolf eyes. There wasn't any sign of love in them or anything endearing as he'd seen in Willow Bird's eyes. This youth was manipulative. That made the man timid for an act that he'd rather perform alone. Crying Loon kept his tight hold around the brave's foreskin. He felt the withdrawing of his spent pole that was being pushed on by Big Horn's hardening cock. The youth heard breaths rushing through the man's mouth as low growls. He wanted to feel over his powerful butt so with a release of his swinging balls, the boy reached around for the man's rear end. His right hand found the flexing cheeks, heated from the effort of sex and slippery with sweat. Big Horn enjoyed the boy's hand over his butt. He flexed their muscles while driving himself in front towards sperming. Crying Loon stood before him in hero worship. How wide the boy's eyes were! The brave gave a good performance. He felt his loins responding at last to manly fulfillment. "Give it to me, Big Horn!" the boy gasped. He felt an answering stab in his butt hole, a strange mixing of pleasure with pain. The front of his body was also being stabbed by manly power. There was a frightening burning seen in the brave's eyes - for him! A bear's growl came deep from Big Horn's throat. His eyes narrowed. The boy felt a revealing throb from the man's cock. Crying Loon kept his fingers pinched around his soft pole that was caught in the man's foreskin. He wanted the rush of seed to enter his piss hole and fill his balls, endowing them with manhood. Yet there was no sensation of any flow. His knob popped out. A splash of cum followed it before his fingers could stop the strong release. The boy had wanted Big Horn's sperm to enter him so that his body would mature in a man's. A bold idea came to him. The boy rushed down to his knees and aimed his mouth on Big Horn's cock. His lips opened around his tight fingers. He let the man's foreskin go. A strong gush was felt against his tongue and he swallowed it. The brave's freed knob pushed against his teeth. Another swallow was taken. He drank from the man's loins to complete the rite between them. Big Horn was very surprised by what the boy had done. The youth's mouth felt good around his surging cock and to see his seed being swallowed was exciting, as if the boy desired to become like him as the son he'd never had. Crying Loon tightened his lips around Big Horn's throbbing cock. He sucked out all the man's sperm. The taste of it was sweet. The warrior looking down on them from the tree tops went wide in the eyes. He'd never imagined a boy wanting to suck on a man's cock. A 'growing up' rite was performed to pass strength into the youth's loins. Crying Loon had taken the Big Horn's manliness into his belly! Crying Loon released the stunned brave. He stood up with shy eyes that wouldn't look into Big Horn's. His throat felt sticky. There was a bland salty taste in his mouth that wouldn't go away. "It became a 'growing up' rite after all," Big Horn remarked. He noticed Crying Loon's deep embarrassment, dropping his gaze to the boy's pole covered with his thick cum. The brave completed the rite by swirling his seed over the youth's small balls. He spoke the ending words: "From the proven loins of a man is given a gift of seed for a young boy. May it fill your body with my strength and bring you a quick maturity. It makes us one..." Crying Loon lifted his eyes at the man's last words. He wanted them to become closer, like how he imagined Big Horn was with Willow Bird. He wanted to be loved that way! The boy rushed his arms around the man's waist and hugged him. Their wet dicks were mashed together. Big Horn couldn't deny the youth. He didn't feel anything strong in his heart for Crying Loon but accepted the boy's need for their closeness. It became a long embrace. The brave felt one of the boy's hands dropping to his rear end. He took the boy's small cheeks in hand, secretly wishing that his seed had gone into him there. A crow's warning cry from the tree tops startled them. Crying Loon let the man go so that he could put on his breechclout. Big Horn covered his body with his lengthy cloth. With a weary sigh, the boy flew from him towards the tipis. The brave stood alone for a moment in deep thought. His lust was satisfied at last but he regretted having embraced the boy with his needs. It had put him more in Crying Loon's power. The boy had taken more from him than he was willing to give. No love between them. Big Horn wanted his heart for another youth. If only it'd been Willow Bird who had caught him in the weeds. The next morning, Big Horn went hunting. He chanced upon the fresh tracks of an elk and followed them down to a successful bow strike. The heavy body was dragged back to camp and he tasked himself with helping Yellow Deerskin with skinning it. That was women's work but she was grateful for the man's help. It took most of the afternoon. The elk meat was portioned into choice cuts, hung in strips over a smoking rack and the large skin was stretched over a tanning frame. Their work was interrupted by shouting in camp. A warrior ran to the chief's tipi to tell him the news. Big Horn went in to hear it for himself. This is what he learned. An enemy warrior was coming to visit with their tribe in peace. In the event that his arrival had betrayed the stealthy approach of his war party, the chief commanded that all the men arm themselves and prepare for battle. Scouts were hurriedly sent out. Big Horn took up his tomahawk but he suspected it was Coyote Thief who was coming. Didn't that old warrior hint that they would be meeting again? The brave hurriedly left the chief's tipi to find him. He saw women running into their tipis to hide with the girls. The boys raced towards the river. Big Horn followed after them. He found a crowd of Kalinlepi men surrounding the mounted Spear-bearing warrior when he entered camp. Unlike his fellow tribesmen who frowned or revealed fear in their eyes, Big Horn went to him smiling. It was him! Big Horn was surprised that he longed to see the old warrior again. His face was as the brave remembered it: fierce and proud. Five eagle feathers sprouted from his short black hair. He wore a painted war shirt, frilled leggings and a shield hung on his left side. No obvious weapons were on display. His horse was burdened with many pouches and animal hides. The Spear-bear warrior was led to the chief's tipi where he dismounted, taking some of his fine hides in hand. Warrior As-a-crow took up his horse's reins and guarded it. The eager brave followed the delegation into his uncle's tipi. Many Kalinlepi warriors crowded inside. Song Bird looked scared so Big Horn sat with the youth at his father's right side. He thought of holding the boy but they weren't really that close. The chief's younger wife was nowhere to be seen. Yellow Deerskin sat behind her husband with a hidden dagger at the ready. As was expected at such a meeting, Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others prepared the peace pipe. After it was lit, the visiting warrior smoked from it first. He handed it back to the chief who drew a long puff, passing it around to all the other warriors sitting around them in a guarded circle. Big Horn wasn't offered the pipe much to his dismay. When the smoking ritual was done, Coyote Thief presented his animal hides as a gift unto the chief. Many were surprised that he wasn't here to trade something for them in return. The Spear-bearing warrior talked with his hands to explain why he'd come but in a round about way. He said that the flame of war had blown out of his heart. No longer would he raise a weapon against another human being, friend or foe. It was a thing that the younger men of his own tribe couldn't accept. The chiefs banished him so he sought sanctuary with the Kalinlepi. That caused gasps from the warriors present. The couldn't believe that a five-feathered man could turn away from the war path and come to his enemies seeking peace. Brave Catch-fish-with-arrows shouted that the enemy warrior should be tortured and killed. Only Big Horn understood where that man's anger came from. None of the other warriors added their voices with the brave's; they may have considered repaying Coyote Thief for all the evil his Spear-bearing warriors have committed against the Kalinlepi but his claim for peace stayed their vengeance for the moment. Big Horn rose to his knees to address the council. He told them that this was the very warrior who had spared his life; he had also stopped his braves from capturing Willow Bird. Though the brave's words were clumsy and ill-thought out, he tried convincing his tribesmen to consider Coyote Thief's request. The chief was moved by his nephew's passionate words. An uneasy silence followed. It was left to the Kalinlepi shaman to speak his peace. He looked the enemy warrior over for many heart beats with his gaze coming to rest on Big Horn. There was something interesting in the brave's eyes. He knew what the warriors of his tribe thought: many would be against allowing an enemy to reside with them. Who knew how many of his five head feathers bespoke of past acts of violence against the men of their tribe? "My chief," the shaman began in what everyone expected would be a wise and lengthy speech. "I would advise you not to allow this Spear-bearing warrior to live amongst our People. There's too much bad blood between us to ensure the peace." When he saw Big Horn's shoulders slump in defeat, a thought struck him. "I would, however, grant this man passage through our tribe and into our hunting grounds because he spared your nephew's life. Have him swear an everlasting peace unto our tribe before making it so." The Kalinlepi Chief recognized the wisdom in his shaman's words. He also saw the hope in Big Horn's eyes pleading with him. "I agree with our shaman that Coyote Thief not be allowed to reside in our tribe. Our warriors could tolerate him living nearby, across the river..." The chief heard disapproving grunts coming from some of his warriors. He continued his proclamation. "Passage through our tribe and into our hunting grounds would only be allowed if one of our number was always in attendance with him." The chief glanced at his nephew. "I would guard him," offered Big Horn. At his chief's direction, the brave hand gestured to Coyote Thief what had been spoken in council. The old warrior nodded his head in agreement after only a short consideration. "Let him swear to bear no arms against our People or cause any harm upon us," reminded the shaman unto his chief. Big Horn gestured to Coyote Thief what he would have to swear to. The old warrior stood up. He spoke in the language of his People while hand gesturing at the same time. 'I swear unto this Chief of the Muddy River Tribe to bear no weapons of hostility against thee or your People. And I swear not to bring harm down upon your tribe. This I promise with the Great Spirit hearing my spoken/gestured words and Seeing into all hearts, He would know if ever I were to break this solemn oath! I'd welcome His judgment to cut my life short and deny my spirit a place Above with the Sky People if I were ever to do so.' The chief nodded. 'I've witnessed your gestured vow and know not a time when you have broken any other,' he answered back as was expected of him. It was done. Big Horn sighed with obvious relief. Coyote Thief stayed a while longer to answer questions. He wouldn't tell them about the strength of his People or any information that could weaken them. In turn, he was given answers to his questions. The peace pipe was passed around with many fillings of tobacco. The one question that the Kalinlepi warriors kept asking was why Coyote Thief wouldn't be raising his weapon in war again. The man tried explaining why his heart had turned to the path of peace in his old age. He spoke of a vision given him from his shaman. That had him dropping his tomahawk to the plains in an acceptance of peace after meeting with Big Horn. That satisfied most of the warriors. They'd recalled Big Horn's return to camp a moon ago with that very weapon after his life had been spared. Scouts reported back to the chief that there was no sign of a war party's stealthy approach. Coyote Thief had come alone and was true to what he'd claimed. The chief bid Coyote Thief safe passage across the river. Big Horn announced that he'll go with him per his promise to guard his actions. The brave grabbed all of his belongings from the chief's tipi and Yellow Deerskin apportioned some of his meat from the skinned elk for them to have. The warriors of the Kalinlepi watched the two men cross over the river with a mixture of wonder, misgivings and hatred. It would not be easy having a Spear-bearing warrior living so close to their tribe. Big Horn helped Coyote Thief set up a camp on the bank that was within sight of the Kalinlepi tipis. The many water skins were filled. Two sleeping mats were laid out for them to sleep out under the stars. Night Moon was tied to a post that allowed the appaloosa within easy reach of grass. The brave felt an excitement he'd never felt before by being with the old warrior. It was like entering a new phase in his life. He didn't dwell on thinking much about it, he only acted. Few gestures were exchanged between them. Coyote Thief seemed deep in thought and sadness was in his eyes. Night soon fell. Big Horn laid over his mat next to the warrior's and much to his surprise, he slept easily. The next morning, Big Horn escorted the warrior through his tribe and introduced him to those willing to greet him. They hunted in the forest. Coyote Thief was very good with tracking down deer and the elk, preferring to spear them than using a bow. Yellow Deerskin, Warm Hands and a few other women helped skin what was brought to them. A portion of the animal's meat was given to the women for their labor. Coyote Thief soon had enough hides to build a tipi. Yellow Deerskin helped them construct it since that was a woman's skill. The Kalinlepi warriors grumbled amongst themselves to see that lone tipi across the river. If it weren't for Big Horn, that enemy warrior would have been driven away. The two men lived together. Big Horn rarely slept in his uncle's tipi, preferring to stay with Coyote Thief so that he could learn his warrior's ways. It added skills to what he'd been taught. In return, Big Horn taught the warrior how to speak in his language. Hand gesturing between them paralleled some words that Big Horn could understand. The two men enjoyed the companionship growing between them. Willow Bird complained about it though. He'd been feeling deserted by his monedo and asked that he continue training him to become a brave. Big Horn answered the boy that he had learned everything that he needed to know. Coyote Thief was teaching him warrior skills that he needed. The guilt in Big Horn's heart for his charge was forgotten whenever he was with Coyote Thief. He'd been acting in the role of advisor and teacher for Willow Bird for a handful of years while denying himself. Perhaps that was why he had remained only a brave of their People. The enemy warrior was directing him forward. Towards honor and the proving of himself as a man. Big Horn also hoped that Coyote Thief would satisfy the loneliness he'd been feeling. The late summer moon phased to the full moon of fall. There were fewer hot days. More often, the sky was cloudy and it rained. A cool wind from the north bespoke of winter to come. Firewood was stocked outside the tipi to meet that eventuality. Strangely, Big Horn looked forward to remaining indoors with the warrior. He wanted to learn all that he could from what the old man knew about hunting, weapon's crafting and the strange rites practiced amongst the Spear-bearing People. He knew that it would be a happy time for them both. Their days together passed quickly. It was a very happy time for Big Horn but to his dismay, the old warrior never showed a sexual interest for him. Perhaps the man was of age that put him beyond the relief usually needed by single males. The brave felt his growing lust that would have to be satisfied. Big Horn thought of returning to the Kalinlepi's side of the river to seek out Crying Loon. When Coyote Thief was busy in the morning with spear crafting and had asked to be left alone with the task, that gave the brave his chance. He crossed over and ran to where the cat tails grew thick. He avoided the tipis of his tribe. A quick run was made along the bank. The exertion of his body along with the hope of finding Crying Loon performing his naked acts gave the man a hard on. He wanted to find the youth for mutual sexual relief. A boy was spotted in the distance, close to camp. He saw that it was Willow Bird collecting grass for the tribe's horses. That filled the man with longing to meet him. It had been a handful of days since last they talked together and Big Horn wondered if this could be the day he should try baring his heart unto him, perform a 'growing up' rite for the boy that would test his own heart. The man ended his approach when he saw that Song Bird was with him. He didn't want the chief's son to notice his hard dick bulging out from his breechclout. Big Horn paused a moment to spy on them. He saw the happy expression on Willow Bird's face, noticing how he was often clasping his friend's shoulder. Together, the boys collected the tall grass and tied them into bundles. They worked as one. The brave was glad that his charge had found a way to ease his loneliness when he wasn't around. Song Bird revealed a guarded face, almost as if the youth was afraid to acknowledge his feelings for Willow Bird. "This should be our last bundle," said Song Bird. He finished binding the grass in Willow Bird's arms and it was tossed with the others over the ground. "My body feels so itchy!" Willow Bird complained. "We're done here. Let's go for a swim to cool off before we feed the horses." Song Bird nodded his head. They walked the short distance to the river and dropped their breechclouts on the bank before diving in. Big Horn followed after the boys in stealth. He managed a quick peek of their butts before the muddy river obscured their nudity. They kneeled in the shallows to bathe. Sand was brought up to clean the sweat from their bodies; they rubbed over each other's back. The man noticed how Willow Bird glanced at his friend with such longing in his eyes. It was a familiar expression that he'd seen in Crying Loon's eyes when they were naked together. Song Bird slapped Willow Bird's arm and announced that he was 'it'. That began a tag-and-catch-me game that boys often played in the river. Willow Bird pursued his friend and easily caught him since the youth wasn't that good of a swimmer. Willow Bird fled to deeper water. When he turned around, Song Bird was nowhere in sight. Big Horn also felt anxious for the missing youth and prepared himself to dive in after the drowning boy. Willow Bird was startled when arms reached up to him from under the muddy water. Song Bird jumped onto his friend and embraced him, giggling. Big Horn sighed with relief. The two boys wrapped arms around the other. It seemed that their game had ended for a sharing of warmth. When Willow Bird drop his hands to hold his friend's slippery butt, Song Bird dropped his hands. They looked into each other's eyes. Longing filled their young faced. Big Horn realized what was happening between the two boys and he felt jealous. His head lowered to his chest in defeat. Laughter was heard in the distance. When Big Horn looked up the bank, he saw two girls watching the boys' naked embrace and they laughed at them. It was Star Light and Leaping Rabbit; they were carrying dirty clothes to be cleaned in the river. Song Bird tore himself from Willow Bird's arms and ran towards the bank. Big Horn could see the deep embarrassment and anger on his face. Willow Bird chased after him with sadness in his eyes. Big Horn crouched down to hide himself in the tall grass. He saw Song Bird rushing past him with a long pole bouncing against his groin. Willow Bird ran close behind him. He also bore an erection that filled the man with a longing to embrace their needs. Willow Bird reached for his friend's right shoulder but was shrugged off. Song Bird fetched his breechclout and quickly donned it. He went to where the tied bundles of grass lay over the ground and picked one up. Willow Bird showed much regret in his eyes. He picked up his two flaps and thong belt to cover his body before joining his friend. The two boys headed in the direction of the coral with their burdens. They avoided walking past where the two girls were washing clothes on the bank. Big Horn felt conflicting emotions for his charge; sadness that their tender moment in the river had been shattered but too, he felt relieved. The man didn't want a mere boy to come between him and the love that he had for Willow Bird. Big Horn resumed his walk towards the cat tails. At least Crying Loon knew to perform his naked acts far from the prying eyes of camp. A long search was made of the boys' secret place but no one was found there. The man sighed with disappointment. His cock pained him for release but he didn't want to perform a boy's simple rite by relieving his lust in hand. He returned to the tipis with a heavy heart. After visiting with friends all afternoon, Big Horn crossed over the river to Coyote Thief's tipi. He found the old man inside conducting a hunting empowering ritual over his newly crafted spears. The brave's return had upset the warrior's secret rite. Anger was directed at Big Horn that he felt wasn't deserved. He stormed from the tipi and stood with Pai-alucia, stroking the horse's long nose down to his whiskers. The appaloosa nickered with contentment. Big Horn was feeling very alone at that moment. He began to question his reasons for staying with the enemy warrior and wondered if he should pursue another path in life. Big Horn wandered down the river bank in deep thought. His feet followed a path toward the setting sun though he was barely aware of it. The brave knew that a day's travel away was where a split off tribe of his People had set up their tipis. That had happened in the time of his father when a disagreement in the tribal leadership had led to murder and revenge killings between their warriors. The young man wondered if he could go to live with them. His life with the Kalinlepi was becoming difficult and Coyote Thief wasn't turning out to be the man he wanted to spend his life with. With the Split Tribe, he could make a new beginning if they allowed him to stay with them. Big Horn felt his legs tiring. He dropped to the ground and tried to clear the troubling thoughts from his head. No. He couldn't go to the Split Tribe since their People and his weren't on friendly terms. His arrival there would likely be challenged and he could get himself killed. The brave looked back from where he had come. For better or for worse, the Kalinlepi was his home. He had to accept how his spirit directed him and pursue that path as best he could. Willow Bird came to mind. He had to conclude his obligation unto that youth for his training as a brave by standing with him next Summer's Eve to give him a man's name. Darkness began to fall. Big Horn scolded himself for not having brought along Coyote Thief's tomahawk for protection. But then, of course, he hadn't planned for his long walk. He was far from camp so he decided to spend the night at this bend in the river. He found a place to lay out in the grass and closed his eyes. Cricket song put him to sleep. The Light of Grandfather Moon fell upon him later in the night. Big Horn knew he was asleep but he saw himself standing up to embrace it. The Darkness shrank away. A naked warrior was hunting him. He closed on the brave's hidden position in the grass and fit an arrow into his bow. Big Horn wasn't afraid. He saw that it was Coyote Thief who pulled his long cock along his bow string and shoot at him. His butt was struck. There was a moment of fierce pain that ended with male satisfaction for them both. His spirit was strengthened by a Power that he couldn't describe. A youth of the Spear-bearing People went after Willow Bird and he too struck the boy with his dick. A similar Power filled his charge as he'd been filled. 'You are two halves that will come together as one,' spoke a voice in Big Horn's head. He felt wisdom from the unseen speaker that was filled with understanding for his plight. He took strength from what he was Shown and when morning came, the brave felt that his spirit was at peace. He made his long walk back to the Kalinlepi and felt the urge to visit his mother. The fog reached cold fingers from the river into camp and wrapped around the tall sleeping tipis. It was very early in the morning so no one was about. Big Horn walked in silence to where the dead of his People were. He entered the sacred clearing. It was a gloomy place, especially since Father Sun's Head was being obscured by the low clouds. He came to where his mother was laid over her wooden platform. It had been a long time since last he came to see her. The brave knew that it was only her lifeless remains that his eyes looked upon; her spirit was Above with the Sky People, happily dwelling there with her husband. Big Horn lifted his eyes to the objects that were tied to her platform. A sewing basket, shrunken from years of weathering hung along one of the posts. There were holes in it. The contents had been spilled to the ground at the man's feet: a few bone needles, a dowel and coils of thong. He recognized an object that lay in the dirt. It was a clay bowl he'd crafted for his mother when he was a boy of twelve. He took it in hand, noticing that rain water filled it. That made him realize that his mother's old sewing basket had broken apart some moons ago. No one had come to the burial grounds to return the fallen things to her platform. The man scolded himself. That was his responsibility to tend to his mother. He lifted his shy eyes to the deerskin blanket that covered her remains, relieved to see that it was still intact. He silently begged her forgiveness. The small clay bowl was reverently lifted to his mother and placed over the tied wooden branches that held her. He made sure that the water filling it wasn't spilled out. Big Horn circled around to secure the other things that had fallen from his mother's platform: a rolled sleeping mat, beating stick and a finely painted clay pot that had come from the Moss-bowl Tribe. He remembered how proud she was to own that decorated pot her husband had gifted her. The brave lowered his head with sadness. He recalled that only a moon after, his father had been killed by Spear-bearing raiders. His body wasn't returned to the Kalinlepi and more tragically, his scalp was likely hanging from an enemy warrior's hoop on proud display outside his tipi's doorway. Willow Bird's father had also suffered that same fate. Coyote Thief was a Spear-bearing warrior. That realization filled the brave with hatred for him and anger was directed at himself for all he'd done to secure a place in his tribe for that old man. Big Horn struck his fist in anger against one of the platform's supporting posts. Water splashed down on his face. The brave was startled for a moment before realizing where it had come from. At his feet lay the little clay bowl that he'd given to his mother. His nose began to pain him. Tears sprang into his eyes but he was reluctant to let them fall down his cheeks. He sat down with his back against the supporting post he'd struck. In his hands, he rubbed over the rough clay bowl while thoughts of his mother filled his head. She had been a beautiful woman who often smiled. That's what he missed the most about her. He could almost feel her loving hand running along his face to comfort him during his sadness. As an only child, the woman had fussed over him during his boyhood. Big Horn remembered that he was a man now. He ended his weak display and returned the clay bowl to his mother's platform. The tears dried from his face before he could turn away and leave her behind. Father Sun's Heated Hand had managed to break through the fog. The brave was about to return to camp when he saw a boy standing before him. He was bathed in a shaft of sunlight. When Big Horn blinked his eyes, the figure disappeared. Fog rolled over the sky at that moment leaving the brave feeling chilled. He quickly looked around for the youth, reviewing in his mind's eyes what he'd seen. It could have been a boy of the Spear-bearing People. The frilled breechclout proved his origins and Big Horn thought that moccasins had covered his feet. No weapons had been seen. Big Horn felt the tiny hairs lifting up at the back of his neck. Had it been a spirit come down from the Sky People? A lengthy search of the burial grounds was made. Big Horn wondered who that boy was - why would someone from an enemy tribe have come to this sacred place of their People? No footprints were found over the ground. It must have been a spirit that he'd glimpsed if his eyes had seen properly. The brave felt that the boy's visit had portend something important that was yet to unfold. Father Sun managed to break through the fog again. Big Horn welcomed the warmth of His fiery Hand over his shoulders and it helped drive the chill from his heart. The brave walked back to camp in deep thought. Coyote Thief stood outside his tipi to greet the early morning. His body was chilled by the fog. He looked around for Big Horn. Worry filled his heart and he regretted having been angry with the brave. Had he driven the young man away from his tipi? The old warrior was startled when a boy came to stand at his side. He was relieved to see that it was Smiles A Lot. "Hello, father. Will you invite me into your tipi so that we may break our fasting from last night?" Coyote Thief hurriedly gestured for the boy to follow him inside. A bowl of fresh deer meat was handed to his son who greedily ate it. They didn't talk until after finishing their meal. "You must be careful!" scolded Coyote Thief. "If you'd been seen by the Muddy River People, they'd have put arrows into you. My presence is barely tolerated by their warriors as it is." Smiles A Lot laughed. He lifted his ringed left hand to remind the old warrior of his Power. "Not unless I allowed them," he whispered in response. "I saw a brave crying in their burial grounds this morning. Strange that they raise their dead on wooden platforms instead of burning them." "That is their way," explained Coyote Thief. "I believe that it still frees their spirits to the Above. Tell me about that brave you saw." "Hmm. He was a handsome man. A few years from having been named a brave, I would say. My heart felt for his sorrow when he cried under the platform holding a woman." Coyote Thief recalled that Big Horn had said that his mother was dead. His father too, at the hands of his People's warriors when he was only a boy. He asked Smiles A Lot to describe the brave's features since he suspected who his son had chanced upon. "Was he the man you had met on the plains?" asked Smiles A Lot. He noticed the recognition in his father's eyes after describing what he'd seen of the mourning brave. "Yes. I think it was Big Horn," the old warrior whispered almost to himself. "He had left my tipi in haste yesterday after I scolded him for interrupting my 'hunt empowering' rite for my spears. He didn't return to sleep with me last night." "Is his spirit like ours?" asked Smiles A Lot. "The One that you are to join your heart with?" "Ah... yes. I love him very much! There's love hiding in his heart for me though a part of himself is kept for his young charge." "What is that boy's name?" "Willow Bird. He also lost a father at the hands of our People and Big Horn has been acting as monedo for that youth." "Yes. I remember that warrior," answered Smiles A Lot with much sadness in his voice. "He was the man I had cared for in camp before our warriors fed him the red-capped mushroom." Silence fell between the boy and his father. They both recalled the terrible death of that Muddy River warrior four summers ago. Snarling Bear, their tribe's shaman had asked that he be kept alive but the wishes of their angry warriors had won out at the end. "Tell me, what are the People saying about me?" asked Coyote Thief. Smiles A Lot had to lower his eyes from his father. "They're often talking about your betrayal. Some of the warriors are even considering a raid on the Muddy River Tribe with their intent to kill you as well." "Hmm. Is it serious talk or only anger being vented by them?" "Snarling Bear hasn't Seen it coming to pass," the boy answered. He tried hiding the fear that clutched his heart for what his shaman had warned him about, a thing that had brought him to visit with Coyote Thief. The old warrior noticed his son's distress. "Tell me why you have come." Smiles A Lot lifted his eyes and tried feigning a smile. "I have missed you! Isn't that reason enough for my visit?" He saw humor in the warrior's eyes, knowing that it was useless to hide his troubled spirit from his father. "Snarling Bear sent me. He said that the coming fullness of this moon favors your joining with the One he'd told you about in your youth." "Ah. I have been waiting for such a sign!" growled Coyote Thief. "My loins have tempted me to take Big Horn for a lover but I've held myself back. The full moon is only a handful of days from now. Has our shaman Seen that we'll consummate our love?" Smiles A Lot nodded his head. He saw the lust in his father's eyes and was happy for him. The brave that he'd found crying in the burial grounds was a handsome man who revealed a tender heart, though in pain. He knew that the brave would be a good match for Coyote Thief. "Snarling Bear has also Seen another thing," whispered Smiles A Lot. He regretted having to spoil his father's happiness with this ill portent. "Our love will be short lived," announced Coyote Thief. He saw the boy's eyes flash with surprise. "Yes. Our shaman has told me that the Darkness-that-comes will overcome you when winter's cold tears cover the ground. You must pass on the Mah Nayee power onto Big Horn before then." Coyote Thief went into deep thought. He remembered being initiated with love of the Mah Nayee in Snarling Bear's tipi when he was a boy. His butt had felt that man's arrow and now it was his turn to pass on the power to an enemy brave, as foreseen. He had hoped to be with Big Horn for many summers. That seemed like it was not going to happen, much to his woe. "I could gift you my Power ring to protect you, father!" Smiles A Lot tried pulling the silver band from his left pointing finger. "No! That had come to your hand and didn't Snarling Bear say that it is to pass onto another boy who'll need its protection?" Smiles A Lot dropped his hand in defeat. "Yes. He did. But I don't want you to die!" "Death comes to all men," he answered. "I have lived a long life and my spirit longs to dwell with the Sky People. I'm glad that my heart will know love before that comes to pass." Smiles A Lot nodded. A yawn escaped from his mouth that was followed by another. His journey had been a long one to the Muddy River People. "Rest, my son. You'll be safe in my tipi and I know that Big Horn won't reveal your presence to his People when he returns." His son nodded with gratitude. He crawled to his father's ground mat and laid over it with his eyes closing in sleep. Big Horn broke his fasting in his uncle's tipi while they talked about Coyote Thief. The brave's anger for that enemy warrior cooled in his heart. He told the chief of his training. That the ways of the Spear-bearing People were strange but there was some merit in it. He had already learned about weapons crafting, the clever ways they tracked down animals and he even gleaned a few secrets from the warrior about calling upon the aid of spirits. Song Bird offered the brave a drink from a water skin. He liked hearing about warrior things though he was still a few summers from being named a brave. "So it was a good thing to accept Coyote Thief," commented the chief. "I'm concerned that the enemy warrior may yet break his vow unto me!" Big Horn was startled by the old man's accusation. He blurted out, "My heart has grown to know his and I love him." Song Bird gasped with surprise. He looked at the brave with new eyes, coming to understand at last why he'd spoken in defense of allowing Coyote Thief sanctuary with their tribe. Big Horn loved him?! He was about to giggle when a strange thought dropped into his head. Willow Bird had embraced him in the river only yesterday. Their male bodies were excited for each other and he recognized that same kind of love he had for his friend. "Your words disturb me," whispered the chief. "I suspected what you were hiding in your heart but it will bind that enemy warrior to you and prevent anything bad from happening to our People." Big Horn lowered his eyes in shame. He was glad that the chief's wives were out performing chores so only the old man and his son had heard his rash admission. The chief turned to Song Bird and flared his eyes in warning. The youth recognized that look, nodding his head in secret understanding that he must keep silent about what he'd heard. "It was a good visit," lied Big Horn. The words of farewell were expected of a guest. He gave Song Bird a hard stare before turning for the door. Could that boy be trusted to keep his mouth shut, he wondered? Big Horn wandered about camp. He didn't know what he was looking for but his feet made their own path around the tipis. Crying Loon was nowhere to be found. Nor was Willow Bird. He felt his gut tightening from lust when thinking about boys so he turned back for the river. He passed the spot where grass had been cut to feed the tribe's horses. That was one of Willow Bird's daily tasks since the tribe was supporting him and his mother. He was surprised that the chief's son was helping him. Yet his eyes recalled their naked embrace in the river and he began to understand much. The brave hurried towards the cat tails. Father Sun was rising in His sky that had chased away the fog. It would be a warm day, he realized. That would draw boys to their secret place by the river to play games that would bring them male relief. A high-pitched giggle stopped Big Horn in his tracks. He dropped to all fours and peered out from the weeds. Crying Loon was on his knees. He still wore his breechclout but a young boy who stood before him was naked. The brave surmised that it was Wolf Pawing from the small size of his body. He had come up from behind the two boys. All he could see was the youth's little butt wiggling with his hands hanging onto Crying Loon's neck. Wolf Pawing giggled again. Big Horn wasn't sure what was going on between them but he had his suspicions. Crying Loon was on his knees; he reached around Wolf Pawing to cup his little butt. Hands pulled suggestingly over the youth's cheeks. The brave crawled through the tall weeds to gain a better position from which to spy on the two boys. He peered out and saw what they were performing at last. Crying Loon had the boy's little dick in his mouth. He sucked on it like he had done for Big Horn though nothing could come out from the youth's immature loins. Wolf Pawing felt pleasure from the act. His eyes were tightly shut. Breaths raced through his open mouth with his pink tongue sticking out. When the sensation became too intense, the little boy pushed Crying Loon away with a sharp cry. There was such a fierce expression on his face. "Too tickly!" gasped Wolf Pawing. Big Horn couldn't hear Crying Loon's whispered reply. He saw the boy stand up and pull away the front flap to his breechclout. He bore an erection. Wolf Pawing eagerly grasped it in his hand and something was asked of him, causing the youth to shake his head. Crying Loon was disappointed. He pushed on his friend's shoulders to lower him to the mud on his knees. The boy turned around, removing his rear flap. He asked something of Wolf Pawing who reached up to the boy's cheeks in response. Crying Loon bent over and showed off his butt hole. Again, Crying Loon asked his friend something that Big Horn couldn't hear because of his distance from them. Wolf Pawing shook his head violently. He obviously didn't want to do what his older companion had asked of him. There wasn't any way that the man could gain a closer view of the boys without being discovered. Crying Loon spat to his left hand and fingered it inside his butt. He dropped to his knees over Wolf Pawing and sat in his lap. The little boy squirmed when his erection stuck between his friend's opening cheeks. Big Horn couldn't believe what he was watching. Crying Loon reached back to direct the little boy's erection into his butt's entrance. He then sat down on it. "I'll perform as your squaw," said Crying Loon. When he dropped his full weight over Wolf Pawing, the pain from having his hole penetrated made him lower his head. His long hair spilled to the ground. After a long moment, he raised his head up with a longing expression on his face. His legs flexed around Wolf Pawing's to drive that boy's dick through his butt. Big Horn felt the blood rushing into his cock. His eyes were wide and filled with surprise at what Crying Loon was doing. It was a thing he'd lusted to perform with the boy but dared not to because of their unmatched bodies. Wolf Pawing had a small dick so he could fit into his friend's butt. After a quick look around, the brave untied his breechclout. He bared himself so that he could handle his erection while watching the two boys fuck. Wolf Pawing was very anxious. His smaller body was trapped under his friend's and made to perform an act that he'd heard was done on the battle field to humiliate fallen warriors. Crying Loon had forced him to do it. He felt his erection slipping through the boy's slimy hole, in and out. The sensation was similar to what he'd felt when being sucked but much more intense. Thrills came from his pole. He watched his friend's brown butt humping over his groin and knew that he was stuck all the way up its hole. His dick was squeezed in there. He felt one of Crying Loon's hands over his rear end that coaxed him to begin stabbing forward. The youth did. He clutched his friend's hips and fucked him good. Crying Loon moaned. The sensation of being dicked was all that he had imagined it would be. Wolf Pawing performed as the man. He stuck his hard pole as far as it could go up his butt and pulled back. The beat of their mating was directed by his hand pulling over the youth's rear end. He set a faster pace. Crying Loon felt a fullness in his hole that was a little uncomfortable but he wanted to pleasure Wolf Pawing, make a man out of him. He didn't think of himself as a squaw but a boy who was playing a sex game with his willing partner. Sadly, Wolf Pawing was too young to squirt in him at the end. Big Horn pulled over his cock while he watched the two boys. He imagined that it was him fucking Crying Loon's butt. The pleasure coming from his loins was unlike anything he'd felt as strongly before! He tried to keep from moaning out too loudly. The thrills racing through his cock were tremendous. He was going to explode soon. Wolf Pawing felt his dick surge. He jerked his head back and cried out from the sweet agony of climax; a little boy's dry release. A grayness filled his eyes. He had to gasp for breath. Crying Loon smiled. He knew that the little boy had achieved his pleasure and would need only a moment of rest before he could perform again. His pole remained stiff in his butt. They could do this all day long because the youth wouldn't tire or have his dick get soft. He felt his hard dick aching to be handled. Crying Loon was tempted but he knew that after coming out, he'd not want to continue fucking. If Wolf Pawing was willing, they could keep their bodies connected and pleasure them for a long while. He wanted his hole to get used to penetration before trying to fit a man's cock inside him: Big Horn's! A sixth sense had Crying Loon turning his head to a stand of cat tails. He could barely make out the form of a man laying amongst them. Part of a leg could be seen. Muddy toes wiggled. The boy didn't know if it was Big Horn spying on them but he hoped it was. A sharp pain in his butt came from Wolf Pawing fucking him again. The little boy clutched his hips. He stabbed his erection through his hole with confidence. That made Crying Loon grin. He was glad to have taught Wolf Pawing this adult act. He wondered what other male sex rites Big Horn would be showing him that he could share with his friend. Wolf Pawing soon cried out again. He ended his thrusts in Crying Loon's hole so that he could rest. Breaths raced through his mouth. His sweaty body was heated from sex but he felt much pride from the act. Crying Loon's long black hair reached half way down his back and rustled in the wind. The youth looked down at the butt he was stuck through. He still couldn't believe that his friend allowed it. "How does it feel?" Wolf Pawing asked. "Are you much pained by it?" Crying Loon laughed. "No. You are only a small boy so your dick feels like a tickle inside my butt! I wish, though, that you could sperm me." "Wouldn't that give you a baby?" "I'm not a girl," snapped Crying Loon. "And if I were, we'd both have to be older with your balls full of sperm and me with a front opening for you to stick into for that." "Why... did you let me mount you as if you were a squaw?" Crying Loon didn't have an easy answer for his friend. He felt his strange longing to get his butt fucked. He wanted to give pleasure to another male, wishing Wolf Pawing was old enough to sperm in him. It wasn't something he wanted to admit to his young friend. "Oh, my legs feel like they've gone to sleep!" complained Wolf Pawing. He rose on his knees and tried rubbing circulation back into them. His dick slipped out of Crying Loon's butt. He saw that the skin of it was dirty. Crying Loon looked back at his friend. He watched the little boy struggle to stand up and followed his eyes down to his soiled pole, proof that it had stuck into his butt hole. That thrilled Crying Loon as if he was coming out from his dick. "I need to clean up in the river..." whispered Wolf Pawing. He grabbed his breechclout and ran towards the river. Crying Loon knew that his friend wouldn't be returning. He'd seen the embarrassment on the little boy's face and by taking his breechclout with him, that proved it. He turned his attention towards the stand of cat tails where that man hid. An arm gesture from him brought the brave out since he'd been discovered. Big Horn grabbed his breechclout from the ground. He walked with pride towards the waiting youth, his cock swinging between his legs. Crying Loon stared at it. He compared its huge size to Wolf Pawing's pole that had been in his butt. He didn't think that the man's cock could fit up his hole. "You're in need again!" giggled Crying Loon. His hands reached out to Big Horn's hips while his eyes drank in the man's huge cock. He watched the oozing knob pop out from the thick skin. Big Horn laughed. He glanced down at the boy's hard pole with a grin. "So are you." He reached for Crying Loon's shoulders and gently held the youth's nakedness against his. Their erections whispered together. A hunger came into the man to make love to the boy. He felt that his spirit had been freed by his admission unto the chief. His hands gently massaged the youth's slim shoulders and roamed down to his breast. The little nipples hardened against his palm. He rushed his mouth down to suck on the boy's tits and he heard an answering gasp of surprise. A long sigh came from Crying Loon. The brave made playful bites over the boy's sweaty body. He tongued into Crying Loon's armpits and that made the youth giggle. Big Horn hungered for what stuck out from the smooth groin. He lowered his mouth down the boy's belly until he reached his stiff pole. His kisses avoided it, coming to suck on the youth's small clutch of balls. Crying Loon wanted the man to suck on his dick! It was a thing he'd asked of Wolf Pawing but had been denied. With a bending of his legs to lower his body, the boy aimed his dick at Big Horn's mouth. He stabbed in. The man reached around for his butt and fiercely clutched it when swallowing him up in front. The stiff boy pole rubbed over Big Horn's tongue. It tasted of aged fat that wasn't unpleasant. The man bobbed his head when sucking on the boy. His nose pressed against the youth's smooth groin that bore the lime smell of his skin. The man thirsted for what the youth kept in his balls. He wanted to drink Crying Loon's clear release that he knew would be sweet. Crying Loon felt tremendous pleasure from his dick. Big Horn's lips squeezed his hard pole and his knob was tickled by the man's tongue. He had to wrap his arms around the brave's head to keep from falling. His legs spread over the mud. That opened his butt to the man's seeking fingers; he felt his hole being penetrated. It was like the sensation of being dicked by Wolf Pawing earlier. Big Horn felt the boy's cheeks tense up when he fingered inside him. He managed to stick one far up Crying Loon's hole, the ringed muscles squeezing his forefinger. Wolf Pawing's little dick had made the way slippery. The man wondered if that would allow his cock to fit inside. Crying Loon held his breath. He endured the small pain from his butt for the greater thrills he won from being sucked in front. The man's long hair moved beneath his hands. He watched Big Horn mouthing his erection that felt thrilling and it brought him to a quick release. The boy cried out in sweet agony. He felt a surge from his hole that took his breath away. It was a strange combination of pleasure and pain for him to endure. Big Horn eagerly swallowed the boy's cum. He mouthed down the shaft of his erection to get out every last drop of sweetness. When the youth pulled from his lips, he felt a stickiness at the back of his throat. Crying Loon revealed male relief in his eyes. The man didn't let the boy get away. He turned him around with strong hands until the youth's brown butt stuck in his face. He hungrily kissed over Crying Loon's brown cheeks. His tongue sought out its entrance to make the way slippery for him to fuck though. Crying Loon feared what was going to happen to him. Yet the wonderful kisses over his butt kept him rooted to the ground. He felt something dart into his hole. The boy couldn't believe that Big Horn was licking him there. The man tongued into the boy with a great hunger for his butt. It was a very dirty act. Big Horn tasted the bitter insides that was strangely exciting and having him wanting more. The youth trembled in his hands. His little cheeks humped in beat to the pulling of his erection in the front of him. The boy must have felt his need to beat off while he ate up the rear of his body. The brave felt a tremendous surge in his cock. When enough spit was put into the boy, Big Horn lowered him into his lap. He aimed his cock through the youth's cheeks and felt its tight entrance against his knob. His sexual dripping would help join their bodies. He tried a small stab. Some resistance... Crying Loon trembled in his tight hands as if he was afraid or from feeling pained. Crying Loon reached back to grip Big Horn's thighs. He controlled how much of the man was going to stick in him. He felt the pain of penetration. Only the tip could fit in his butt so he prevented the man from sticking in more, waiting for the pain to subside. Big Horn made a small thrust. He felt the slimy tightness around his knob that was unlike anything he ever experienced before! Crying Loon wouldn't let him stick in far. The boy was squatting around his knees, hands reaching down and back to grip his thighs. The man wanted to take more of the boy's butt. He pulled on Crying Loon's hips in a contest of strength against the youth's hands pushing against his thighs. He managed to slip a little further into the boy's quivering hole. "It hurts!" cried Crying Loon. His small hands tried pushing his butt off the man's hard cock that had impaled it but to no avail. He was no match to the brave's strength. Big Horn relented. He loosened his grip of the boy's hips, reaching his left hand around to find Crying Loon's dick. He found it standing along his belly. A gentle pulling was made of its foreskin to pleasure the youth. The boy sighed in response. He no longer tried to get out of the brave's lap. Crying Loon felt his dick being thrilled in hand. He looked down at Big Horn's handling with a grin. From behind, he slowly humped over the man's cock. He'd managed to take in its swollen knob that felt like a pain/tickle through his hole. The boy knew he couldn't get much more of the man into his butt but their bodies were fit together enough to pass manly seed into his willing body. That's why he risked getting raped. The idea of being spermed as if he were a girl was very exciting for Crying Loon. He didn't understand this strange longing because he thought a boy shouldn't want that. Yet he found himself sitting in a man's naked lap, trying to fit his long cock in him. Crying Loon reasoned that he wanted the man's seed to come into his small body to help it mature. The act pleasured them both. Big Horn was a good man that he hoped would love him afterwards. He'd endure some pain to gain that. Big Horn felt his tremendous lust to thrust the youth but he kept himself in check. Just barely. He pulled over the boy's erection and felt his knob being squeezed, in beat. It was very thrilling! He stared at the little butt straining in his lap with wonder. The boy wanted to be fucked. Crying Loon was able to fit some more of the man's cock through his hole. There was the feeling of fullness that made him uncomfortable but he knew what giving himself to Big Horn would achieve. The man would love him the more so because of it! He flexed his knees around the man's legs and tried to open his butt some more. Big Horn made a lusty moan. It made Crying Loon very excited to hear that. The man flexed his butt when fucking into the boy's butt. His chest rubbed over the youth's back, making his nipples harden. Their bodies strained together in mating. All that Big Horn had ever wanted to achieve with a boy was happening. He cast away his fears. Lust had taken control of this moment and the man was glad to be an expression of it. The boy was glad that his small body could pleasure a man's. He endured pain from their male connection since he knew how much Big Horn was enjoying it. The man often moaned from his thrills! He stuck his cock up his tight hole and pulled back. With each thrust, Crying Loon felt that more of his butt was being filled. That surprised him. He'd seen how thick and long the brave's cock was. In the front of his body, Big Horn was pulling over his dick. The thrills felt nice but they didn't reach that exciting ending place that would get him to squirt. He tried stabbing through the man's fingers. The pain from his butt was feeling stronger as Big Horn's cock stiffened towards climax. Big Horn felt his cock being squeezed and that had him cumming. Strongly! He had to bite his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning out too loudly. The boy was glad to hear it. The stiffness in Crying Loon's butt became too much for him to endure. He pushed against Big Horn's thighs and struggled to stand up. He felt the man's cock pull wetly from his hole. When he turned to face the brave, he saw thick white sperm oozing from the man's piss hole. An exciting shiver went through the boy. He reached back to clutch his aching rear end, fully realizing what his body held. Crying Loon was very happy. And much relieved that it was over with - he'd endured the man's mounting of his butt that had filled it with thick seed. He'll be able to draw male power from it and mature into a man himself. Big Horn gulped in air. He felt the slight breeze drying the sweat from his body after performing an act that made him a man. He had fucked the boy's little butt! Filled it with his cum. The brave looked down at his soiled cock with awe. Crying Loon dropped to his knees before him with a big grin showing on his face. "You did it, Big Horn! I couldn't believe that your cock would fit in me but it did. Now, I have a part of you in my body that binds us as lovers." Big Horn had to lower his eyes from the boy's strong words. He'd seen the hope in Crying Loon's face for his love. But the man didn't feel it was deserved. He loved Willow Bird but didn't need to fuck his butt to achieve that. Love was much more than a joining of bodies for sexual pleasure. This little boy didn't recognize that truth. Crying Loon noticed the man's shy eyes. He pulled on Big Horn's left arm and they stood up in the mud. Between the boy's legs, he saw his erection and felt the urge to express his manhood. The brave went to fetch his breechclout. Crying Loon stepped behind to look at his butt; it opened when he reached down to grab his long deerskin cloth from the ground. He grabbed the man's hips. His face stuck between the warm cheeks and he kissed it with a hunger to conquer it. Big Horn felt the boy's kisses. He tied the thong belt around his waist and tried ignoring Crying Loon's interest for the rear of his body. The youth's tongue went through the crack of his butt but kept from sticking into his hole. For that, he was glad. Crying Loon spat. He didn't want to lick the man's smelly hole but he did want to try fucking it. His dick ached him to. When Big Horn tried stepping away from his advances, anger swelled in his breast. He had given of himself for the man's pleasure - he wanted his turn! "I've already sucked on your dick," Big Horn pleaded. Crying Loon pulled his face from the man's butt but his hands continued to grasp his hips. "Get to your knees, Big Horn." "No." The boy became very angry. "If you don't let me fuck you here, I'll follow you back to camp with my hard dick hunting to strike your butt!" Big Horn was afraid of the boy's threat. Crying Loon knew things that he could say in camp that would shame him, even get him banished. He realized what power this youth had over him, growing in strength each time they embraced sex. Crying Loon saw the effect of his words on the man. Big Horn stood unmoving with his breechclout in hand. He didn't put in on yet he wouldn't get down on his knees. The boy pulled over the man's hips with all of his strength to force him to the ground like a felled buffalo. Big Horn relented. His heart felt defeat when his knees pressed into the mud. Crying Loon eagerly mounted his butt, the long dick aiming for his hole and sticking inside it with one thrust. The brave groaned out in pain. He lowered his head down with his hair spilling to the ground. His hands tightened from anger. The boy had done it! He pressed his smooth groin against the man's cheeks when his dick has stuck up Big Horn's hole as far as it would go. He felt the slimy heat around his erection. It was very thrilling. Making stabs through the man's butt was even more exciting. He pulled over the brave's hips to perform the brutal act of a warrior over his fallen enemy. Pleasure filled his body. He would soon be squirting in him. Big Horn heard the youth giggling. It shamed him. The vow that he'd spoken on the river bank came back to haunt him. He knew that having sex with a boy was wrong, at least with this boy. Crying Loon had maneuvered him to the point that he was at now. He had been subdued by a mere boy. The pain in his butt could be endured. What the man feared was being in Crying Loon's power and he could find no escape from it. "I'm doing it!" the youth shouted. He fucked Big Horn's butt with all of his strength. Thrills built up in his dick from it. He stabbed again and again. When a warning tingle came from his pole, the boy buried himself deep in the man's ass and came. His loud outcry announced victory. Big Horn groaned with dismay. He felt the boy's erection stiffening in his hole and spurt. The sensation came from deep in his hole, a violent throbbing. Hearing the boy's sharp cry proved that his butt had been filled. He didn't allow Crying Loon a moment of rest. The brave stood up and stiffly covered his body with his breechclout. Crying Loon remained on his knees. Breaths raced through his mouth while he recovered from sperming. The pleasure from it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Not so much that he came but that he'd performed as a man. A brown stain covered the skin of his pole. He thought of cleaning himself in the river but decided that he'd rather wear that proud paint over his dick. Big Horn wouldn't look at the boy. He tightened the end of his breechclout that fell over his butt and felt himself became angry. Not at Crying Loon; the boy had only done what was expected in this situation: they had traded pleasures with each other. No. Big Horn was mad at himself. He knew that they shouldn't have embraced sex since there was no love gained from it in return. Crying Loon rushed to his feet. He happily danced around Big Horn, unaware of the dark emotions in the man that would be keeping his heart from him. "We did it!" Big Horn looked away. He raised his right hand in farewell to the youth and stalked from the cat tails without a word. His butt ached him. But more so, he felt the greater pain coming from his heart. The brave walked along the river bank with gloomy thoughts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ End of file: BIGHORN2.TXT The story continues in: BIGHORN3.TXT