------------------------------------------------------------------------- BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-4 "Brave Willow Bird" (Part #4 of 9) Copyright 1997 by Vince Water ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I awaken in darkness. My body feels a pounding coming from the ground. It's a drum beat. My ears can barely hear it. It last for only a short time but at its ending, the men in this lodge begin to stir. I peek around at what they do. A warrior close to us is covering his body with a shirt. He puts on his moccasins and pours out a pot's contents into his fire pit. There's a sharp hiss of steam. The other men are putting on breechclouts as if they're preparing to leave. Has the drum signaled danger? There's no hurried rush in the men. No weapons are taken up. I hear a conversation between two warriors. They talk of eating and going to their lodges for the night. It seems that the day is spent in this lodge but by nightfall, everyone wants to leave. Big Horn continues to sleep. My body aches me with its needs. I wait a while longer. The men have left the tribal lodge to return to their own. Perhaps we should be leaving as well... But to where? Shakes- like-the-ground has offered Big Horn and I to sleep in his lodge. I'm not much taken by the thought of it. I would like to spend this night alone with Big Horn. He has the Mahyee-na ritual to perform tomorrow night so there won't be a chance to be with him then. And we may get another invitation from a man wanting to spend a lust filled night with us. My heart has grown weary of having to share my lover. Big Horn stirs. His eyes open and I'm given a gentle smile. All my love for this warrior rises in my heart. I press my lips against the man's in a kiss. His tongue sticks into my mouth to signal his need for love making. "The other men are retiring to their lodges for the night," I whisper. Big Horn stills my voice with another kiss. My arms reach around his body and hold him in a tight hug. I feel my body being taken by the man's strong arms in the same way. Our kissing gets me very excited. I feel the rising of my penis within my breechclout. Big Horn pulls me on top of him. His erection is felt against mine and thrusts are made. I reach down to pull our clothing away. I gasp at the feel of the man's naked warmth against the front of my body. Our cocks press together and surge with a lusty male motion. His hands pull over my butt cheeks. My arms wrap around his shoulders to hold on. My need for breath takes me from Big Horn's kisses. I bury my face in his wet neck and moan. Our bodies surge as one being in its need for love and male release. A bite comes to my shoulder. The sharp pain from it gets me to seed. I try keeping myself from crying out too loudly. My dick gushes to the man's belly with nice thrills for me to enjoy. Big Horn rolls our bodies over the dirt. He stabs over my spurting dick while on top. My hands run down his back to grab his flexing ass. I draw his very being down into my own. The man's kisses return to my mouth. His tongue pushes in. I suck on it as if it were a long dick. His strong arms craddle my shoulders and surge. Big Horn makes quick stabs to my wet body. I accept his lusty need to be adding his manly wetting to mine. My eyes open to look into his face. The man's eyes burn in the fire light. There's great tension on his face. His need to bring hard male loins to fruitation. The lodge fills with his moans and the sound of our dick squishing. I remember where we are and hope that no eyes look upon our frantic love making. Between breaths, Big Horn gives me deep mouth kisses. The wild motion of his body pauses over me when he breaks from our kissing to breathe. His eyes close as if in great pain. That worries me. I wonder why it takes him so long to come out? The man growls as if knowing my thoughts. His eyes open to stare at me when he cums. I can see each of his thrills from the way his eyes narrow. There's a forward jerking of his body. My body is sprayed with male wetness. It warms my chest. The man's seeding ends with his low moan. I feel his full weight coming over me. My butt is pushed into the soft dirt. Our breaths fill the lodge and I'm reminded again of where we are. Was it seen? Our urgent need for love making hadn't consider the risk of getting caught at it. I slowly turn Big Horn's body to get us onto our sides. My breaths are more easily taken without his weight on top. We look into each other's eyes. Love fills his. I smile with relief that there's no sign of pain in him. "Like our first embrace," whispers Big Horn. I nod my head with understanding. Our love grows stronger with each day. I've come to accept this man as my only lover and I know that my heart wound for that boy will soon heal. A smile comes to my face for what we've done. This sacred lodge couldn't contain our great need to make love! The man continues to take in big breaths. I lay his head over my breast so that he can rest. Our bodies have become sweated from love's labor. Between our bellies, I feel the downward flow of our joined sperm. It's a tickly sensation to my body. Big Horn recovers. He brings me up with him in a sitting position. My eyes take a quick, worried look around. The lodge appears empty. Yet when I turn my head, I spot a man watching us from his sleeping mat! I stare at him with anger. No head feathers. There's no shirt worn over his chest, no moccasins for his feet and my eyes widen at seeing his flaps laying in the dirt. A boy? He rises up naked to greet us. I know him! Big Horn stands up to face Sings-to-the-birds. My eyes look over his male body and find him erected with something wet running down his chest. Was he pulling over himself while watching our love making? Big Horn seems not to notice. The two men embrace. I come to stand at his side and when they part, I'm given a big hug by Sings-to-the-birds as well. "Your love act was beautiful to watch," whispers the young brave. (He reaches low for Willow Bird's butt and fondly pinches it. The smell of their embracing sex-stained bodies gives the man a deep sense of satisfaction.) I feel the wetness of Sings-to-the-bird's body next to mine. It mingles with what Big Horn and I had given each other in love. That troubles me. I push on the brave's chest to end our embrace. A string of his sticky cum breaks between our bodies. My face burns from strong emotion. Big Horn wonders at my behavior. I'm given a frown until he sees the brave's wet body in the fire light. A decision flickers in his dark eyes. He turns his back on Sings-to-the-birds. A satisfaction comes from seeing the worried look in the young brave. He doesn't understand what my warrior has done. I too was once in this man's footsteps. Yet the long-ago words of Song Bird had helped me with the meaning to Big Horn's action. I give them now to aid Sings-to-the-birds. "Big Horn is formally offering you an initiation into the Mahyee-na," I explain. "If you accept, turn around and press your butt onto his." Sings-to-the-birds nods. He steps up to Big Horn and turns around to face me. With a backwards step, the two men touch butts. Their hands join. It's a powerful moment for them that brings back fond memories of my own initiation. I come to stand at their sides. Big Horn rubs butts with Sings-to-the- birds and tells the young brave that he'll be initiated into the Mahyee-na tomorrow evening. I see the joy of it in both their faces. I turn around and step back until I'm touching butts with the two men. Their bodies turn slightly to allow me in. We all hold hands. It's become a ritual triad with each cheek of our butts pressing against the cheek of another man. Big Horn explains what will be happening tomorrow night. "During the initiation, I will test your willingness to become Mahyee-na. Willow Bird will witness it. Are you prepared to offer your heart, spirit and flesh unto our brotherhood?" Sings-to-the-birds thinks a moment before giving his reply. "I would need to know what that involves before saying 'yes'. My intention is to join the Mahyee-na but let me hear what my responsibilities would become." "You speak wisely," answers Big Horn. "All that you'll need to know will be told tomorrow evening. You've taken the first step by the touching of your butt on mine. I'm pleased that Willow Bird also accepts your intention to join us." My face burns at Big Horn's words. I suppose that I have been too harsh on Sings-to-the-birds. Yet we don't know much about him to judge his true intentions for seeking us out. Big Horn steps away. He reaches for the warmth of the lodge's central fire. I go to my lover's side and put my arm around his waist. We're joined by Sings-to-the-birds. The brave's eyes look to me for something. A longing that stirs my heart. My head is still troubled by its need for answers. "You're not from this tribe?" I ask the young brave. "My People, the Snow Drinkers are of clan relation to the Moss-bowl Tribe." "What has brought you here?" "I'm visiting with friends," answers the brave in a lie. (An uneasy silence comes between them. He watches the couple's beautiful embrace with envy. It makes him feel very alone.) "Why are you spending this night in the mens' lodge?" I ask in a clever manner. His friends would have offered their lodges for him to sleep in! "I had come here to meet with Big Horn," he replies. "I didn't mean to witness your joyous embrace." (Sings-to-the-birds senses that the boy isn't satisfied with his answers. There's also anger directed at him for having watched their love making. The brave decides to tell the full truth for visiting with this tribe.) "I've run away from my People," admits the trouble brave. (A pain squeezes his heart at the memory. He fights back tears. A moment of silence passes before he can speak again.) "The chiefs learned that I was taking the lusty needs of boys into my body so I was asked to cross-dress. Yet I loathed to become female! I'm a proud man who is sexually attracted to those of my sex but I wasn't going to wear a woman's dress for it. My elders banished me from the tribe." My heart feels wretched for this young man. He has endured a terrible thing! I come to understand his spirit better. My eyes look into his for some forgiveness at my past bad behavior. The man looks to Big Horn for a reaction. Only silence comes from him. I take it upon myself to comfort Sings-to-the-birds' troubled spirit. "You've made the right decision," I assure the young brave. "In your place, I too would spurn my elder's wishes for me to take on a woman's identity! Big Horn and I are proud Mahyee-na men. This tribe accepts our spirits as well as our own People." Sings-to-the-birds nods his head. He reaches his hand out to me which I gladly take into my own. My hand is tightly squeezed. All the built up tension and worry in this young brave's face falls away. His voice trembles when he speaks again. "When I heard of Big Horn's arrival, my heart lept at the chance to join his brotherhood. It's as if my path was guided to him by our Great Father Spirit! I'm not seeking an only physical joining to what Big Horn offers; I know that the lusty men of this tribe have sought him out for sexual relief. I'm hoping to become Mahyee-na as you are." I nod my head in acceptance to the brave's intent with us. When I turn to Big Horn for his approval, I'm heartened by his smile. Somehow, I wasn't expecting his easy acceptance. "I already knew what you have told us," announces Big Horn. "It's a bad thing to be banished from one's tribe. Yet a man's life is his own. You have taken the hard path by rejecting what your elder's have asked of you. A part of your life is gone forever! "You can join with us, Sings-to-the-birds, now that you've spoken the truth of your situation. It frees your spirit to our path. I welcome you as my brother." Big Horn offers his right hand to Sings-to-the-birds which is quickly taken. I still have hold of the two men. This moment lifts my heart. Again we have formed a triad but not with backs to each other as before. We face each other in truth and it has bared our souls. The young brave's spirit is freed like a bird's. "We'll sleep tonight in this lodge," says Big Horn. "Your initiation requires some restrictions to be followed by me and yourself. No food is to be taken. To purify our bodies, a sweat will be had in the morning. Keep yourself from sex! The rite will need much from our bodies." A knowing grin comes to my face. If Sings-to-the-birds' initiation into the Mahyee-na is anything like mine, they'll be needing much sperm to give each other before the rite is done. I wonder how Big Horn plans to join their bodies? I recall the brave's trouble with his tribe. He had said that the lusting boys were being satisfied in his body. Was his butt offered to them? I think that Big Horn would use fucking to test this man's Mahyee-na spirit. The men of this tribe are eager to stick into our assholes. What sets them apart from us is that we aren't offered that same pleasure in return. Sings-to-the-birds must prove himself Mahyee-na. I'll enjoy watching Big Horn's sexual performance with this young brave. Our sex-stained bodies dry in the warmth of the fire. A yawn escapes from the brave's mouth. I give him a knowing grin. Our hands let go of each other so that we can sleep. Big Horn takes me down with him over his mat by the fire. I welcome his arms around me. Sings-to-the-birds lays down nearby. After a few adjustments, our bodies settle in for the night. I listen to Big Horn's breaths. They blow in my hair with a slowing rhythm. My heart bursts with love for this man and it makes me very happy to be with him. I close my eyes and go to sleep. I awaken with a pained bladder. Big Horn has turned away from me during the night. I'm able to rise from our mat without disturbing him. The brave is deep in sleep on his mat. His loud breaths blow through his nose. The fire has burned down so the lodge is very dark. I find my single deerskin flap and wear it. My walk to the doorway is a slow one. When I lift up the heavy flap, my body is assaulted by the cold mountain air. It has me wishing for the full breechclout and warm shirt worn by these People's men. The single feathered warrior greets me outside. I'm surprised that he watches the lodge's entrance so late into the night! When I ask him why, the warrior tells me that it is the men inside that he guards against intrusion. I rush away to find a place to urinate. A stand of trees is found. My front flap is pulled to my belly to free my dick to its urgent task. I sigh with relief when my piss flows. A scuffly sound at my side startles me from it. In the dark, I can just make out the figure of a boy. I hear his stream hitting on the tree roots at our feet. It's not surprising that I've found a popular pissing site. I'm able to join the boy's stream with mine after a moment of concentration. When we finish, the boy continues to stay at my side. It's too dark for me to see who he is or to read his face. I'm startled by his hand over my butt. "I've heard that you keep yourself uncovered there to satisfy the men of my tribe," asks the boy. "Is it true?" "My rear flap has been sewn into a sacred bundle," I answer. "But it's true that I give my body to any needing man to sperm me. Who are you?" "I'm called Night's Star. My two friends and I had seen you holding hands with Big Horn. Is it true that you are together like a man and his wife?" "That warrior is my lover," I answer him. My thoughts return to this afternoon when three boys running past us had stopped to whisper and giggle at us. There was a thirteen-year-old staring at me with a hard bulge under his front flap. This boy? Night's Star asks, "do you give Big Horn your butt as if you were his woman?" "No. We are both men! Our love making is performed with many different acts that give each other seed. It's true that he's stuck his dick into my hole but I've taken my pleasure in his butt as well. Belly rubbing is another good thing for us to express love. Do you understand?" A silence comes between us. Night's Star keeps his hand over my backside and it arises a suspicion within me. Has this boy been waiting near the mens' lodge in the night to simply ask me his questions? In the darkness, my hand reaches under the front of the boy's breechclout. A smile comes to me at my discovery. He allows my few pulls over the moist skin of his stiff dick. It's not man's length but very thick. My fingers get sticky from the boy's oozing. "Do you like my butt?" I ask the strong boy. My fingers tighten around his stiffness. Night's Star pulls over my cheeks in a lusty answer to what I've offered him. I remove his front flap. The darkness keeps me from seeing his loins but I've felt his size. The coarseness to his groin hair also tells me much. This boy is of age to have the thick seed of a man and his need to spill it. "You're going to let me stick in?" asks Night's Star. "Yes. I'm Mahyee-na so it's my pleasure to satisfy the sexual needs of men... and boys." I prepare myself for fucking. My hands reach out to the tree while my back arches and legs spread. I've stuck my butt out for the boy's use. It begins clumsily. Night's Star sticks his dick through the cheeks of my ass but he can't seem to find entrance into me. I reach my hand back to point him inside. His stab tries joining our bodies. I have to squat lower to accommodate the youth. He gasps when I take his dick in me. We stand connected, male to male but no manly motion begins through my ass. I wonder about that. It comes to me that this is a first experience for Night's Star. To keep him from feeling shame, I don't explain in words how he's to perform it. My firm grip over his backside asks for his manly motion. The boy begins his in and out stabs through my asshole. It becomes my turn to gasp. The boy's thick dick allows me to feel his penetrations. I enjoy his slow movement through my hole while my hand over his backside urges him to go faster. I look around in the darkness for anyone coming near. It wouldn't go well for me to get caught with a young boy fucking in my butt. The youth's breaths cool my back. I'm reminded of how cold it is out here! As much as I want our sweet joining to last, I'm needing to return to the warmth of the mens' lodge to sleep. The heat of my body is being stolen away by the cold mountain air. Night's Star must have the same thought. His stabs through my hole become more quickly paced. My hips are tightly held in his hands which surge from his deep thrusts. I'm amused by his shivering body against my back. Shaking from the cold or from his sexual excitement at taking me? My dick erects. I enjoy getting my butt fucked, especially from a boy. His squishy dick motion through my hole is exciting to hear. I know how sticking into me gives him sharp thrills to enjoy. A prideful accomplishment for a mere boy. He pants against my back from his efforts to fuck me good. I look around in the darkness and keep my ears open for sounds. A man coming here to piss would discover my Mahyee-na act with this boy. Would it anger him? I know that our joining is a good and healthy thing. Its discovery though could raise ill feelings towards what we do. I've been warned by Big Horn not to get the People angered or to fear us of the Mahyee-na. My lust for boys has me forgetting that. The boy in my butt has begun holding breaths. His body strains against mine to fulfill his male need for release. It gives me much satisfaction to have coax his dick in me! A cute boy only a little older than Song Bird. "I'm going to come out!" warns Night's Star. When I feel the boy's attempt to separate our bodies, my strong hand over his backside keeps us together. A few more stabs are taken before hearing his sharp outcry. There's a gurgling in my hole. I'm excited to be able to feel his strong squirts in me! His body slows in mine after he's cummed. We take in breaths while still together. I notice the tight bulge in my front flap and my lust shouts for me to turn around and take this boy into my arms to achieve my own sweet release. My head reminds me of my pledge unto Big Horn though. "It felt real good," the boy whispers. "Was this your first time?" I ask. "Yes. I've done things with my friends but never with my dick in anyone's butthole!" "You're a man because of it," I announce. "I enjoyed the feel of your body joining mine. When you have need again, my butt is yours to sperm into." "I was surprised that you allowed me to finish it inside you," says Night's Star. "There's a boy who is often sucking on my dick; he pushes me away when I'm going to squirt. Taking sperm in his body is a bad thing, he says. That's why I tried pulling from your hole when my dick was cumming. Why did you keep me inside your butt?" "I wanted your sperm," I explain. "Fucking is a very pleasurable act of sex but it's also done to bind hearts together. I've gifted you with a first manly experience while I'm given your seed in return." "You won't get with child because of it?" asks Night's Star. "No! We're both boys so no baby will come. The sacredness of your seed in my body gives my Mahyee-na spirit its power. I gain strength from the men that I've taken into me." "Why doesn't that boy who sucks on my dick want to drink its release?" "He may not be Mahyee-na," I answer. "Boys perform male sex for pleasure and the experience that it brings them. When becoming a man, your friend may only be interested in sucking on a woman's tits and her juicy cunt!" Night's Star groans. "I'll have to wait two more summers before finding out if that's true for me. I would like to see you again before you leave. I don't know of anyone else that I can turn to for this." "Show your friend's how two males can join in pleasure," I recommend. "But don't force your dick into a boy who doesn't want it!" A thought comes to me. "My lover will be initiating Sings-to-the-birds into the Mahyee-na. After we have left, go to that brave and tell him how much you like to butt fuck. I'm sure that he would welcome your need." Night's Star wraps his arms around my belly and I'm given a tight hug. My butt still feels the length of his penis in me. I've discovered my left hand around my dick has been pulling over it for quick thrills. It makes me grin. I tighten my hole around the boy's swollen pole to enhance my pleasure. The boy's hand comes under my front flap. He feels over my hand's motion and must realize what I'm doing to myself. I wonder if the boy will take my erection in his hand to finish me off? Footsteps in the darkness send us into a frenzy. Night's Star pulls from my butt with a sucking sound. I try keeping his seed from escaping my hole. The boy searches the ground for his front flap. When it's found, he streaks off into the darkness. A man comes to stand before the trees at my side. I hear his pissing in the darkness. No words are spoken between us yet a giggle tries coming out of me. He doesn't realize that more than a bladder's relief has been found here. My butthole aches. I will always remember Night's Star and his sweet joining to my flesh. The man finishes. He adjusts his front flap and stands at my side in silence. Is he trying to see my face? A bold idea comes to me. I reach out for a tree and stick my butt out to the man. Is it too dark for him to see what I'm offering him? The man's hand touches my butt. I hear a skin rubbing sound under his front flap. His free hand wanders around my body to take my long dick in hand. It gets pulled on. I'm surprised that my penis is of more interest to him than my asshole. "You can stick into me," I ask the man. "I have a squaw for that," he replies. "My excitement comes from touching your body while I pleasure myself in hand." I shrug my shoulders at what the man has said. If he lusts for the squaws, why does he need to touch a man's body to get himself off? I remain silent in the darkness while his hands move over our penises. My promise to Big Horn comes to mind. I should only come out when in his arms. Beating off is permitted but only when it is done by my hand. This man has hold of me. I try keeping his slow pullings from getting me to cum. The man's hand lowers to my balls. He feels over them while make a squishy sound from his dick. I wonder how long it is? My butthole is disappointed to not be filling with its need! I gasp when the man's hand returns to my long dick. He pulls over my oozing tip. My wetness is gathered into his left hand and brought back to his cock. I feel my hard dick being taken into his right hand. It's wet from what his cock has oozed out. "We are sharing the sweet flow from our male loins," says the man. "I'm close to coming out. It's power will be given to your release in my hand." I nod my head in understanding. This man likes handling his cock with the sticky fluid he takes from another man. My dick slips through the wetness he has brought to me from his loins. The man's hand over my dick slows. He releases a loud exhale which reminds me of a man's growl when coming out. My dick is let go. His other hand returns to the thick skin of my erection. I feel the thickness of his seed around it when he continues his pulls around me. "My strength is offered to your loins," the man explains. "Bring your seed out to join with mine." Dread fills me. I feel the building thrills from the man's quick pulling. My dick is slippery with its movement through his sperm-filled hand and I'm soon to come out. But what of my love pledge to Big Horn? "Your strength is taken into my loins," I explain, "but its release should only be given to my lover." The man grunts from my words. His slimy hand drops to my balls to wet them. He holds them tightly while giving me his parting words. "This man's strength comes to you, boy named Willow Bird. May it turn you to the path a man should take!" My loins are released when the man turns to walk away in the darkness. I think over his words. 'The path a man should take?' I'm stung by their meaning! I believe he hopes that my spirit will turn to women as he has done. Yet I'm Mahyee-na; a lover of men! I rush back to the sacred lodge. My body has become very chilled as if I've been swimming in Spirit Lake! My feet are cold and my teeth chatter. The guard allows me to pass without another test of manhood. My chest still bears the long blood mark from his spear. I slowly make my way to the glowing fire pit. There's a stack of wood next to it. I place a few logs into the embers to keep us warm through the night. My eyes are ruined by the growing flames. I stumble around until finding Big Horn. He's laying on his side, asleep. I gently lay down behind the warrior and my arms embrace the sharing of our warmth. My eyes close. My weary body welcomes the rest that I offer it. Sleep finds me. Morning comes. I've been awakened by the sound of wood dropping into the fire pit. My eyes are slow to open though. I want to continue sleeping in the warm arms of my lover. His body presses against my back. Big Horn's penis tickles against my cheeks. It's small from being asleep. I can't get myself back to sleep since my thoughts are wandering back to last night's lusty encounters. A man offered my loins his strength and path direction while a sweet boy's sperm fills my butt. I smile in rememberance of Night's Star. He was a lusty boy who had waited in the night to catch me! I rewarded him with his first performance of a manly act. Ours was a good joining of male flesh. There's a blood rush into my penis. It lifts from my moist balls to stand against my belly. I reach down to its sweet aching. My pulls over it get my butt humping against my sleeping companion. I wonder if Big Horn will catch me beating off before it's finished? My thrills become intense! I remember the thickness of Night's Star's cock in my butthole. His wasn't a long reach into me but I could feel his stabs. My hand enjoyed the love-beat humping from his backside. A man's motion of fucking. At the boy's ending cries, I felt his gurgling penis putting its seed in me. That proud accomplishment was a first experience for him. A grin comes to my face that Big Horn has awakened. His hand reaches around me to clutch my breast. I feel his dick's excitement. It lifts through the cheeks of my butt which I hump to fit him in my hole. I'm hoping to coax the man's release to join with that boy's in me. I slow my pulling over my dick. It feels close to coming out! My butt opens to get my lover's long cock inside me yet he won't stab in. Why not? I remember Big Horn's words from last evening about having to abstain from sex for the Mahyee-na ritual. It's a little disappointing. I would have liked to feel my lover sticking into me. Morning sex can be very sweet! The man's hand drops from my breast to rest lightly over my moving hand. He can feel my pulling motion over my dick. I'm surprised that Big Horn won't take me in hand to finish me! I'm not prevented from having sex. I gasp when feeling the hardness of his cock against my hole. Its oozing knob slips inside me. Not a deep penetration since the man prevents his lustful stabs. I force his entry by backing onto his hairy groin. His coarse hairs crunch against my cheeks. The sensation of taking the man's all into my body gets me to cum. My hand points its flow to my body while I enjoy the brief thrills. My butt is pushed on. A painful pulling comes from my clinging hole to hold his dick in me. The man won't finish himself in my butt because of his need for tonight's rite. I feel guilty for having tried to steal his seed. I turn around to face my lover. The man in my arms gives me a sly grin; he has a youthful face. I'm badly startled when discovering that it's not Big Horn! Sings-to-the-birds says, "I've enjoyed our warmth during the night. I would have made sweet love to you in my arms if not for Big Horn's restrictions upon me for my coming initiation. My cock aches to fuck you!" I rush from the brave's arms in a panic. Guilt fills my heart for what we had almost done together! I look for Big Horn and find him standing at the central fire for warmth. Alone. Sings-to-the-birds stands up. I glance at the brave's nudity. He has a short dick but it's thickly skinned against his dark groin hair. My belly has a wet pool running down it. The result of my coming out. I run to Big Horn with deep embarrassment and my need for his forgiveness. The warrior's grin and open arms is like healing balm to my heart. I rush into his embrace. Ours becomes a long morning hug with our sweet kissing and body touching. I feel the rising of his manhood against me and my thrusts urge him to make love with me. Big Horn's strong hands over my hips pulls us apart. There's a stern look in his dark eyes that reminds me of my act with Sings-to-the-birds. Does he know that it had come from a mistaken identity? "I didn't know that it wasn't your arms I was in!" Big Horn gives his boy a sly grin. "We had traded places in the night," the warrior explains. "Earlier this morning, I had seen the brave's longing stare from his sleeping mat to ours. You were holding me close in deep sleep. Sings-to-the-birds asked me how it felt to have a lover in my arms. I gave him my place to let him experience it for himself." Sings-to-the-birds comes to our side. There's a sad look on his face so I ask him about it. "You have a dear sweet lover," explains the brave to Big Horn. "I enjoyed taking your place in his arms this morning. My heart needs a lover of my own! I feel my loneliness the more so when seeing the two of you together." Sings-to-the-birds turns away to stare into the growing flames. I feel Big Horn's nudge. It sends me to the brave with my arms around him. His body trembles as if in great pain. "Soon you'll become a part of us," I whisper in assurance to the troubled young brave. "As Mahyee-na, our hearts and spirits will join." (Big Horn comes to their sides. It brings him much joy to see the boy's compassion that has grown from understanding and wisdom. The warrior offers his own gift.) "Sings-to-the-birds; you had once asked to share my lover with you," says Big Horn. "While we are visiting with this tribe I will allow it... with Willow Bird's permission." I glance at Big Horn to read him. He nods to prove the sincerity of his words. Sings-to-the-birds turns from the fire to face us. He shows tears. I go to the young brave with my loving hug. "You accept me?" whispers Sings-to-the-birds. The man's words surprise me. Why does he ask such a thing? I see his great need for me to tell him that it's so. "You have shown me your good heart," I explain. "I too was once in your footsteps. Big Horn's love has shown me the way to Mahyee-na. Your spirit is like ours. I offer my love to you like that for a lost brother." Sings-to-the-birds buries his face in my neck. I hold him close while he drops tears. The man's crying does not bother me as it should. I remember Big Horn's words to me. I offer them to this man. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- {End of file: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-4 Story continues in: BRAVE-WILLOW-BIRD-5}