----------------------------------------------------------------------- EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-6 "A Little Boy No More" {Part #6 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "A Little Boy No More" | Three Arapaho youths prepare for a special night | | out from their tribe. The youngest boy, Small Crow | | of twelve summers is to be initiated as a 'big boy' | | by Horned Calf. This involves testing the youth | | with loving acts. | | | | Keen Eye was thirteen when initiated by Horned | | Calf last summer. Their deep friendship has turned | | to love. With Small Crow's initiation, their secret | | boy society will become three. Here's what | | transpires across the river. | Our new friend, Small Crow is searching the woods for large sticks. Keen Eye is trying to get a fire started while I watch. His quick hands twirl a pointed stick over a flat one until he brings forth a telling puff of smoke. I lay pine needles over it. Keen Eye blows it to size so that it becomes a small flame. Our smaller sticks laid over the kindling will allow the larger ones that Small Crow is fetching to burn. It's a special event that brings us to this side of the river. Small Crow is to be tested as a 'big boy' this night. Keen Eye tosses his twirling stick into the flames. I add the remaining sticks at my feet. We silently watch them burn. Sun Boy is soon to lay his fiery head down to rest. That small boy had better hurry with the firewood I tasked him to find before the flames burn down too far. I look over Keen Eye's body and sigh. My friend is nice to look upon. A handsome face. I admire the muscles that have developed in his arms, chest and long legs. He's lean and dark-skinned from the summer sun. His butt is a lighter tone from being hidden under a breechclout. I've often felt back for its wild surging when joining our bodies. How many times has this boy taken me? Our hearts are already one. I care not that my friend has no sight in one eye. At birth, he lacked the brown roundness a good left eye should have. Only white stares out from it. The other boys make fun yet what eye remains him is as keen as a hawk's. It shouldn't prevent him from being named a brave next year. I've nearly reached my manhood growth at fifteen. Already, my voice has dropped. I'm told that I'll be initiated this summer's eve by the men. A boy no longer! "Will you pull it from him or I?" asks Keen Eye. My friend's question takes me from my thoughts. "I will. The oldest always does it first to initiate the little boy properly," I answer my friend with a sly grin. "My medicine is stronger than yours." Keen Eye giggles. "Yes. Your hand is more experienced!" I reach for my friend's left hand and clasp it within my own. He ends his silly giggling. We gaze at each other and remember our special moment from last summer as ever living. Our hearts were joined then. I'm hoping that Small Crow will add his heart to ours this night. "Horned 'Buffalo,' you initiated me last summer in your arms. When you embrace Small Crow, I don't want to be left out as if I were a mere squaw observing a man's rite. What can I do that's special?" I smile at my friend's use of my secret name. He reveals his need to be a part of tonight's ritual. I reply only after thinking up a role for him to play. "Act as Small Crow's 'monedo.' Stand close to him and witness his passage as a big boy. I'll be coaxing his release in my hand. Just as a newly named brave has his monedo at his side, advise Small Crow in what he's exptected to do." Keen Eye nods his head in approval. Yet in the boy's eyes, I see something troubling him. My friend stares at the fire in deep thought before I hear his voice again. "What more will you do with him tonight?" Keen Eye's question is a serious one. Much have we done in each other's arms. I think he fears that my initiation rite for Small Crow will lessen my feelings for him. They won't. It's true that I look forward to embracing the youth with the satisfying sexual acts us big boys enjoy. Yet it's my friend here that my heart has been given to and accepted. I bring our clasped hands up to my lips for a tender kiss. Keen Eye trembles. His next words are sweet in my ears. "Horned Buffalo, you are my love. I've enjoyed all our touching but I want to keep yourself only for me!" I smile gently at his troubled words. My friend has much to learn. With our clasped hands, I pull Keen Eye closer to me. The boy tilts his head when my lips approach to make us as one. We kiss. I feel our love strongly in my heart! A boy's giggle intrudes on us. The youth faces us with a bright expression that proves he's seen much. "Here's the wood," giggles Small Crow. "And look, you've nearly allowed the fire to burn down!" We watch the naked youth grab a handful of pine needles and toss them over the glowing embers. This brings forth a small flame. His sticks are quickly placed on top of it. They begin to smoke. Nothing more. Our fire seems reluctant to grow. Keen Eye reveals his disappointment with a sigh. The little boy drops to his knees and blows into the sticks. A flame bursts through. Keen Eye reaches a naughty hand to the boy's curved behind and pats it. Small Crow continues to attend his struggling fire as if unknowing of my friend's interest for his butt. The fire begins to grow. I position a few sticks to help it along. Keen Eye massages the youth's butt with his hungry hands. I spy a telling growth under his front flap. It alarms me. If I don't stop him, my friend might attempt to rape the innocent boy. That wouldn't go well for my initiation plans. With a hand over Keen Eye's shoulder, I draw his attention. My frown asks him to restrain himself. He turns back to Small Crow with a laugh. "Do you know why us 'big boys' cover our bodies with a breechclout?" asks Keen Eye. His hands open the youth's cheeks to reveal what lies hidden within. "Can't you wait for darkness!" shouts Small Crow. He stands up and looks towards camp in alarm. "No one can see us," assures Keen Eye. "Even if someone were to be looking straight towards you at high noon, the river is too wide to see anything clearly. Only Horned Calf and I saw your pink butthole!" "That's true," I add to my friend's words. "Do you know of anyone in camp with a hawk's eye?" A knowing expression comes from my friend for mentioning his 'secret name.' "There could be someone on our side of the river," answers Small Crow smartly. Keen Eye and I remain silent as that alarming thought sinks in. Even under the cover of darkness, someone could try spying on our secret boy rite by light of the fire. I shrug my shoulders in reply to the little boy's concerns. My fears subside. I've chosen this spot because of the low hill at one side and for the open meadow. It would be difficult for anyone to get close without us seeing them. And if we needed help, our tribe is within shouting distance. We could easily swim to its safety. Just let someone try to creep up on us! Small Crow squats at the river's edge to splash water over his sweaty face. My friend silently points into the boy's opening butt. I answer him with a sly grin. This youth has much to learn about becoming a big boy. Covering his squaw opening is one of them. "If you're not careful, Small Crow, some horny dick might stick into you!" teases Keen Eye. The little boy stands up. He covers his butt with his hands while a giggle escapes his mouth. I grow wide in the eyes from the youth's next words. "A dog once tried humping into me," admits Small Crow. "Did his erection penetrate your butthole?" Keen Eye asks. "No!" the youth shouts. "I was able to roll away." Keen Eye laughs. He's surprised when I don't join him. It's because I'm reminded of a past event that I've not told anyone about. Something shameful. Not even to Keen Eye have I spoken of it. I decide to finally share it with my friends. "An enemy warrior once stuck into me..." Small Crow stares at me in surprise. Keen Eye ends his silly giggling and puts a protective arm around me. I'm comforted by his warmth. Their silence asks me to continue. "I was nearly thirteen when it happened," I begin. "A war party of Pawnee had crossed the river to steal our tribe's horses one night. I was the boy on guard. The warriors rushed through and drove the horses down the river. A man lifted me out of the way of the panicking herd. If not for his hand in time, I would probably have been trampled to death. "That Pawnee warrior brought me to his friends. A dozen of our tribe's horses were with them. They rode through half the night before stopping to rest. I knew that the warrior meant to keep me as his slave though I didn't realize the lusty task he'd be demanding of me." Keen Eye interrupts to say, "I heard that you escaped the Pawnee raiding party and returned to our tribe with one of the stolen horses. There was no mention of rape." I lower my head in shame. "It was a strange turn of events. Though I should have thought of running away, I was grateful to that Pawnee warrior for having saved me from being trampled. It kept me from fighting against his intent. I stood in front of the other warriors and allowed my butthole to satisfy him. "It was a quick mounting. The warrior held my body to his and he put seed in me. None of the other men were interested. I think they were concerned with making good their escape with my tribe's horses. I endured the man's rape but I also felt a measure of excitement from the act. My willingness to be taken like a squaw kept that part of my ordeal from being told." "You liked feeling that man's penis in your butt?" asks Small Crow in surprise. I face the youth and nod in reply. Keen Eye turns to me. I know what's trying to explode out of his head. My next words say it. "You already know that Keen Eye is my lover. As males, haven't you ever wondered how our bodies join to make love?" A puzzled look fills the little boy's face. Keen Eye nods silently. "A woman can endure the rape of a needing man," I begin in explanation. "That same act can also be a loving one. My butthole was taken against my will by that Pawnee warrior. To Keen Eye, my lover, I offer it freely. His dick in me feels good for the both of us. I'm not less a man because of it." "Small boys are unknowing about such things," adds Keen Eye. "With your initiation will come the knowledge about sex and other things that you should know as a big boy." "Will I be given a breechclout to cover up my body?" asks Small Crow. "Now I know why you liked touching my butt!" Keen Eye nods his head with pride for the young boy. I offer Small Crow a smile. From the way he looks down at his nakedness, I see the ending of his innocence. A small boy is growing up. A heavy burden has been lifted from me. I'm comforted by my friend's arm around me. His warmth and protection were much needed when telling my shameful account. It was an admission that I've been meaning to give him for a long time. "Will you be sticking into my butt during my initiation?" asks Small Crow in a small voice. "No," I answer. "And Keen Eye isn't going to do that either! My acts will only pleasure your body. We like you, Small Crow. Nothing bad will happen. My ritual will make you a 'big boy' and further tests will prove if you're one of us." "What tests?" the boy asks. "Your words make it seem like there's two things happening in my initiation." "There is," I reply. "A boy of your age should be able to squirt by handling his erection. That release of seed proves that he's a 'big boy'. All boys handle themselves for relief when their dicks erect. What I'm going to find out is if your heart will join us beyond that of a friendship." Small Crow nods his head in understanding. He tosses some more sticks over the fire. The flames slowly grow. Sun Boy has nearly rested his head down from the sky to sleep. It will grow dark soon. I look over the youth's nakedness with a grin. He's a cute boy that looks like a younger Keen Eye. A body that has shown growth from last summer. What has also changed is his interest for boys. He revealed this to me in the woods a few days ago. Keen Eye is the only other boy that I know who desires male sex. The remaining sticks are fed to the flames. We'll need more if our fire it to last the night. Logs would be best. We didn't have a tomahawk for that; it was difficult enough to convince all of our fathers to allow us a camp out across the river tonight. Keen Eye asks the boy to go fetch more sticks. I enjoy watching Small Crow sprinting into the woods. His butt in motion is thrilling to watch. I wonder if I'll ever feel its wild flexing with him fucking through my hole? "How did Small Crow reveal his boy-liking to you?" asks Keen Eye. His voice reveals some concern. "In small ways," I reply with my thoughts turning deep. "You had launched yourself in my arms after our swim to reveal your desire for me! This little boy waited for me to act." "What did you do with him, Horned Buffalo?" the boy asks. Keen Eye crosses his legs in Indian style. He expects a good story to be forthcoming. I smile at my friend's interest and begin. "It happened two days ago and prompted me to arrange tonight's outing. The little boy agreed to be tested for entry in our secret society. He wants to become like us. Don't get jealous when I tell you about our touching." "I won't," answers Keen Eye. "The truth is all that I'm expecting to hear from you. All of it!" "You are mean to say that, Hawk's Eye!" I shout in anger. "Ah... so you will speak my secret name." A pained silence comes between us. My heart pounds in war beats inside my chest. After a while, our eyes drop from the challenge to rest on the healing fire instead. It pops and hisses when my friend feeds it a green twig. "Tell me what you did with the boy," whispers Keen Eye. My friend leans towards me and holds my arm in submission. I see his great need to know what happened between Small Crow and myself. His jealousy of the little boy is obvious. It hurts me to see him doubt our special friendship and love. I begin my story again. "I helped Small Crow gather firewood for his mother. We traveled deeper into the woods than was necessary. It's as if we both knew that something was going to happen between us. The boy's eyes were always upon me. "When he bent over for a stick, I remarked how his butthole could be seen for not wearing the breechclout of an older boy. I rubbed over his butt in a touching game. He soon grew an erection. My hand went for it." "Did you fetch his sperm?" asks Keen Eye. "No. The boy grew shy from my bold handling. He asked to touch butts with me instead! I felt his body trembling against mine so we held hands. Our rubbing backsides was a tender moment for us both." My story is interrupted when Small Crow runs to us with his arms piled high with sticks. A long leafless branch drags behind him. I can tell from his bright eyes that he's heard some of what's been said. "You want me to tell him what happened?" says Small Crow when asked to continue the story. The little boy sighs nervously at my nod of encouragement. Keen Eye gazes expectantly at him. The firewood is dropped beside the fire. The youth sits down to warm his bare skin. He glances shyly at me before beginning his telling of it. "I met Horned Calf near the forest. He offered to help me gather wood for my mother's fire. I noticed his eyes on me. Like something exciting he was wanting to show me. He led me deep into the woods and told me how much he liked my butt!" I interrupt Small Crow by adding, "only after I caught you staring at mine!" The little boy giggles at me. Keen Eye waits patiently for the youth's story to continue. "Horned Calf felt over my butt. He also took my pole in hand, getting it to erect. The sensation was too intense. We touched butts instead. I enjoy rubbing against this most exciting part of a boy!" Keen Eye is quick to ask, "what about in front? Did Horned Calf show you his hard on?" He lifts his front flap in the glow of the fire. All eyes are on his erection which he'd been slowly stroking. "I didn't see his," Small Crow admits. He curiously eyes the brown tip popped out from the boy's thick skin. "Yours is bigger than mine! I enjoyed rubbing against Horn Calf's butt in the forest and I'd like to do it with you sometime." Keen Eye turns around and tucks his rear flap in his belt. The glow of the fire over his backside fills me with lust. I've often enjoyed feeling over its flexing muscles when the boy fucked me. Small Crow likes his butt for another reason. Their bodies come together in a tender backwards embrace. "Did you get your penis to shoot?" asks Keen Eye. His hand reaches around the youth's waist to feel the front of him. "No, he didn't!" I reply for the little boy. "While we rubbed butts, I held his hands and talked. My hard on formed but I couldn't take care of its need. The boy told me that he felt very intense from his erection. I didn't tell him how to relieve it. That's what I've promised to show him tonight." "He asked me to kiss his butt afterwards!" adds Small Crow. Keen Eye laughs. "I like biting it. Thrusting through his hole is even better!" "Enough of this!" I shout to the two boys. Their bodies separate. The time has come for Small Crow's initiation so I toss an armful of wood into the fire. I stand up proudly like our tribal shaman. All becomes still. I gesture for the little boy to stand before me. I take the boy's slim shoulders into my hands and begin his initiation. "You stand before me as a little boy. Carefree and playful; you're unknowing of that which sets us older boys apart. You are still naked!" Small Crow looks down at himself. He glances at Keen Eye's breechclout and then at my own. "After your initiation, you should ask your father for one to wear," I suggest. "You can even tell him why you're needing to cover up your nakedness." The youth nods at my suggestion. I continue the ritual speech. "There are two stages of boyhood before you're named a brave. It has to do with your sexual urgings coming from the growth of your body. An older boy's loins has need to relieve its building desire. A man finds relief in the arms of his squaw while a boy must do it alone or with a friend." My eyes fall briefly to Keen Eye. "Small Crow, do you not feel this urging in your long penis?" The youth looks down his belly. His erection stands up against it. He faces me and nods his head. I see his nervousness and offer the boy a smile. My hand reaches down to his stiff pole. I gently pull over its moist skin. "I feel something thrilling in my pole," admits the excited youth. "Please show me what I'm to do with it as a big boy!" I gesture to Keen Eye for him to approach. He stands at Small Crow's side, explaining to him what's happening. "Do you like Horned Calf's hand over your erection?" asks Keen Eye to the little boy. "Yes," he answers, "and I know that I'm to wet from it!" Keen Eye nods his head. His wicked eyes find mine and wordlessly say, 'this boy already knows how to shoot'. I smile in reply. All boys learn about it on their own or from boyhood friends. Even a dry release feels good to a young boy performing that common male act. "If you're a big boy," says Keen Eye, "you'll have sperm to give him. I can act as your monedo to advise you on this and other concerns." "You are my monedo," whispers Small Crow in acceptance. I turn from the two boys and drop my rear flap. My butt shows nicely in the fire light. Keen Eye instructs the youth to perform certain things. I feel his words play out when Small Crow's hands caress my rear end. Kisses also touch me there. My pole surges with each sweet offering from the boy's hungry mouth. I realize that Keen Eye is directing his young charge to get intensely excited. That will have him trying anything we want. When Small Crow's mouth nears my hole, I spread my legs apart. There's a pause from Keen Eye's instruction and what the boy does next. A wetness touches my trembling entrance. I relax my ringed muscles to allow the boy's tongue in. My thoughts fly back to our days of preparation. Keen Eye and I had restricted ourselves from having sex. Not even to beat off alone. This was to purify us for tonight's ritual mating and to also make us wild! This morning had seen our lengthy bathing in the river. White clay was used to cleanse our bodies. I used some to clean out my butthole. A small sweat lodge was set up; actually, sticks covered by an old hide. Its heat performed the proper purifying rite. We jumped into the cold river after our sweat. The only thing I didn't prepare for was how the actual 'big boy' rite should be performed. I didn't know what Small Crow would be willing to endure. At first, I wasn't even going to have Keen Eye attend. His insistence to be here tonight along with his aid in convincing the little boy's father to allow our outing changed my mind. Now, I initiate the youth with acts that will come about on their own. It doesn't need to be rushed. After this night, we'll have all summer to involve the boy in deeper acts of love with us. "Now, stick it in..." instructs Keen Eye. I quickly turn to face the two boys. A sly smile plays over my friend's face while Small Crow's expression is one of disbelief. "I must 'see' the boy's seed," I explain. The youth releases his hand from his hard pole pointing towards me like a bowman's arrow. His face reveals relief turning to anger. "You're trying to misguide me!" shouts Small Crow to his monedo. Keen Eye shakes his head at him. I give my friend a sly grin. He remains silent to the little boy's defiance and obvious disbelief for the act. Later tonight, this youth will learn the truth of it. "You are still a little boy," explains Keen Eye. "When the initiation is over, things will be told and shown to you!" I smile inwardly at Keen Eye's words. My promise to Small Crow in the woods had been similar. This boy is younger, but wanting. The fire's glow reveals his maturing body. Excitement shows from his hard pole and tense butt. He's in real need. I'm drawn to his smallish curves. No groin hair. His pole is thick but without the reach of my friend's longer dick. I doubt that this youth could stick far in my butt. What attracts me to this boy is his innocence. He feels lust but is too shy or unknowing of the varied sexual acts. I'm glad to be the one showing him how to perform them. My eyes return to Keen Eye. His hand rubs over his dick under the front flap. I gesture for the boy to bare himself. He does so with a grin. Small Crow stares at the boy's long dick. Its brown head sticks out. A clear dripping oozes down the thick shaft. I notice the fine hair growing above it. That sexual hair marks the time a boy needs to release himself as I have often done. It takes an older boy to show a younger one how to relieve that terrible aching coming from his maturity. Keen Eye was sure grateful when I gave vent to releasing his seed in hand, my mouth and in my butt. I draw the attention of both boys when pulling my front flap from my belt. Their curious eyes stare at my sizeable erection and large balls. Sexual thrills fill my stomach. I've dark mane on my groin that's the pride of my manhood. Keen Eye has sprouted hair this spring while the little boy will need a few more summers of growth. I kneel down and take his boyish stick into my mouth. A gasp answers my bold act. I slide my tongue over the stiff boy while my hands pull over his backside, teaching him the proper stabbing motion. He seems surprised by my desire to suck on his penis. Keen Eye has fed me his sperm. My butthole has more often been filled with it. "It feels too intense!" shouts Small Crow. I pull from the youth's groin in disappointment. My hand had also felt too ticklish for him. An idea comes to me. I stand up and embrace his small body with my own. Our long poles touch. My hands reach low for his soft cheeks. I pull over his backside to coax his release between us. Keen Eye asks the boy to take hold of my butt. Small Crow buries his face in my breast. I'm enjoying his sweaty warmth in my arms. The boy's rump flexes in a timed beat to my gentle thrusts. I keep my long dick aimed against his. Ours is a slow, loving embrace. I keep myself from shooting off too quickly so that I can get the youth to release first. The thrilling sensations are hard to ignore. I take irregular breaths to prevent my building climax. A warmth covers my back. Keen Eye presses his body against me with his hands reaching over mine. Together, we gently pull over Small Crow's flexing butt. I feel a hard dick in mine! "How does this feel?" I ask the youth. "Really good," says Small Crow between breaths. "I wanted our bodies touching when doing it than to simply handle my erection." "All older boys pull over themselves," I admit without shame. "You'll get used to the intense sensation. I've seen a lot of boys doing it to themselves but it's better when done with a friend." "Like you and Keen Eye?" "You already know this. Ours is more than a sharing of male relief. I love Keen Eye and he loves me. Even when we're named as braves, we'll remain close together and without a need for the squaws. It's something that doesn't often happen between two boys. A secret between us." "I swear to keep it so," promises Small Crow. "Am I the same as the two of you?" "I don't know. Your body is responding to the touch of mine but I've heard of boys who eagerly embraced sex with boyhood friends but upon becoming men they lost such interest." "Will that happen between Keen Eye and you?" "No, it won't!" shouts Keen Eye. "My body has joined to his with many love acts and our deep friendship shares every aspect of our lives. I look at a girl without any lustful interest to stick my dick in her. Only with Horned Calf do I feel excitement and a deep fulfillment in my heart." My face burns from hearing my dear friend's admission of his love for me. He's usually too shy to say such a thing. I'm the one expressing it in words. Only in his longing filled eyes and his arms around me have I heard the truth of it speak to my very being. My butt sticks out for Keen Eye's use. Yet my friend is content to slide his dick between my sweaty cheeks. I know that he won't cum. His dick needs the harshness of my hand or a lengthy fuck through my tight hole before he can come out. Small Crow's body quickens in our hands. His belly trembles when holding in deep breaths. I watch his face for the sign of it. Eyes begin to flutter. His high-pitched cry announces his sweet release! Squirts against my belly. I squeeze his butt for his proud accomplishment. Our bodies slow. My dick pains me to continue it but I need to see this boy's sperm first. Is it the clear release of a growing boy or thick and white like a man's seed? I gently push Small Crow from me. Keen Eye releases my body and stands at our side. He eyes my wet belly. A watery streak runs down to my hairy groin. My hand gathers it up. In the light of the fire, my friend and I examine the youth's release. There's only a small pool of it in my palm. A sticky clearness. Small Crow's efforts have produced the watery seed of a boy's early release. He'll need another year to get it to thicken like ours. "That came from me?" asks Small Crow with a gasp. "It did," I reply with much pride for him. "By proving that you can bring it forth, you are a little boy no more!" Keen Eye strikes the boy's shoulder with pride. I further announce, "you're to be called 'Big Crow.' This is your secret name to be used only when you're alone with us. I'm Horned Buffalo and his name is Hawk's Eye." "Those are good names." I lift my palm up to my mouth and taste it. The boy's sweet flavor reminds me of Hawk's Eye's release only last summer. I offer him some. My friend licks it up with a grin. This gets Big Crow's face to turn red, especially when his monedo gestures for the boy to make us some more. A great pride fills my heart for our newly initiated friend. Hawk's Eye doesn't seem as happy by the way he turns away from us to sit down by the fire. I recall his arms around my body and his long dick sliding through my cheeks. Does he think I'm denying his need? I come up with an idea. "Big Crow; I've witnessed the release of your clear seed. That was but a simple embrace to relieve aching loins that will soon fill with more. Witness now how two boys in love join their bodies as men do!" My words get Hawk's Eye to glance sharply at me. I point at him and further announce, "many times have I taken his seed. Always alone and in secret from other's eyes. Now watch us perform this mating act." My pulse quickens when I see my friend's sadness blossom into joy. He steps up to me. I lift my filled palm to night's sky for a blessing. My hand then lowers to wipe off the youth's sticky release over Hawk's Eye's long pole. I take what remains into my butt. With it's slippery aid, my hole should feel less hurt when my friend pushes into it. Hawk's Eye steps behind me. Hungry hands feel over my cheeks. I stick my butt out for his manly use of it. With my friend's seed turning white this summer, his loins have also grown. His longer pole fits into my hole tightly and has been giving me some pain. The fleshy hardness of my friend's dick brushes against my backside. His hand directs the oozing tip of it down the crack of my butt. I relax my inner muscles. A slow push against my hole and his dick enters! The thrilling sensation of being penetrated is only surpassed by the boy's exciting ending when he fills up my butt with sperm. Both acts are brief. To me, they're the most fulfilling part of our joining. A proof that I've satisfied a male. Hawk's Eye reaches for my hips. His hands tighten when he begins moving his long dick through my butthole. Their ringed muscles are tight around the fit of his erection. Slow stabs. The youth's watery seed is proving to be good lubrication. Our connected bodies move easily through each other. Big Crow giggles. He squats near the fire while watching our mating display. This is the first time that someone looks upon a boy taking my butt. Two warriors had witnessed a man raping me but that was different. I'm allowing these boys to be a part of love's expression. The stabs through my ass increase. Breathy words from my friend fills my ears. He's taking full pleasure from sticking through my butthole. My dick surges with each of his deeper thrusts. I've not release myself for a few days. I'm aching to sperm. My friend will have to take care of me afterwards within his loving arms. "I need you bad," Hawk's Eye whispers. "It's exciting to show another boy my fierce mounting in your butt as a man!" "Don't be too savage," I warn him. "You'll frighten our new friend. He may allow your use of his pink butthole in the moons ahead." Hawk's Eye gives me no reply. I know that he must be thinking about it. For my friend to mount Big Crow's ass would be a thrilling new conquest for him. There's no bad feelings or jealousy in me for allowing it. I love this boy deeply. Allowing his freedom in sexual pursuits will only strengthen our love. My friend pants over my neck. His lips find my soft skin and suck my sweat. Savage kisses turn to bites, marking me as the warrior who mounts his squaw. I'm soon to be named a man but sometimes I feel like I'm his that way from being taken in my butt. I've only spermed in his hands or within his arms in a gentle belly rub. He fears my greater length hurting into his small hole. The real truth is that my friend would feel degraded if his mouth or butthole were to be 'raped'. I enjoy a male's thrusts and feel no demeaning from those loving acts. I gasp out from what his hard penis touches deep inside me. This year has seen Hawk's Eye's growth into the body of a man. His longer dick through my hole presses against something that gets my own dick to surge. I'm reminded of that Pawnee warrior who raped me. His man-sized cock through my butt had given me an embarrassing erection. The other warriors laughed from how its growth had been coaxed. After the lusty deed had been done, my Pawnee warrior saw my excitement and demanded that I perform the male rite. I knew that my butthole was filled with his sperm. It was hurting bad. My long dick was also hurting me but for another reason. Though I was embarrassed, my hand stroked over my erection under the eyes of those warriors. Its thrills were enhanced by their attention and from knowing that my body had attracted the need of a warrior. After my loins spilt to my feet, a lame horse was brought to me. My Pawnee warrior helped me over its back and sent me on my way with a fond slap over my butt. I was amazed that they allowed me to go free. In my story to my tribe, I claimed that I escaped. To reveal the full truth would have been difficult for me to bear. It had taken a year for me to come to terms with my lusty encounter with that Pawnee warrior. I felt no hatred for him. His forced act had been brutal but he had performed kind acts as well. He had saved me from being trampled to death and had allowed me to return to my tribe. I began to daydream about remaining with that handsome warrior. To stay in his tipi as that man's boy-lover felt to me like a most satisfying thing! Keen Eye entered my life last summer. His obvious desire for me was like that Pawnee warrior's. I was ready to embrace a male's love. Our friendship grew and we discovered the varied acts of love our bodies could perform. My initiation for my friend as a 'big boy' helped him to accept our male bonding. A loud pop from our campfire has me staring into it. I like fires. They smell good and give me a sense of peace and security. I'm relaxing from its warmth over my bare skin. My initiation for our new friend was a good thing. Perhaps he'll want to mount me after my friend is spent. Hawk's Eye picks up the pace. My legs begin to ache from my crouched position. I'm having to bear the weight of our connected bodies. His wild thrusts are now giving me some pain. It doesn't show on my face. Our newly initiated boy must not be frightened. I look around for Big Crow. The youth is sitting close by, almost beneath us! How his eyes shine from watching my friend taking my asshole. I can imagine what he sees: a boy's long pole sticking through an older boy's butthole with quick in and out stabs; their balls slapping together with each thrust. It's a good joining for boys to have. I would enjoy feeling Big Crow's penis in me afterwards. I know that my friend likes performing a lengthy fuck through my butthole. It's beginning to ache along with our weight on my feet. I reach back for his butt and pinch his sweaty cheeks. That's my signal for the boy to finish it. His stabs become harsh. Fingers dig painfully into my hips from his tight grip. My hand enjoys the feel of the boy's flexing butt. Their rippling muscles are like storm waves. Such male power to spend itself in another male! I prepare my body for his ending. My hole is sometimes able to feel the boy's strong squirts of seed in me. The heated breaths down my back end. I know all too well what holding one means. The boy is near climax. His dick almost pops out of my butt! I tighten my ringed muscles around his frantic stabs. I back onto his forward thrusts to enhance the thrill of our lusty joining. He growls out. A deep stab in me! I gasp from Hawk's Eye's penetration and how it sends a surge through my erection. I'm close to release myself? The boy pulls back and cries out when pushing into me deep. His dick feels very stiff through my butt's aching passage. I imagine the sperm that he's filling it with. I'm enjoying his exciting ending! The boy's urgent breaths race down my back, cooling me. Standing near the fire along with our body's heated efforts have made us sweaty. Big Crow giggles. I glance beneath us. His eyes are wide from what he's witnessing. I feel more of my friend's sweaty buckings against my butt. My hole fills with more squirts of his sperm. A lot! Abstinence from sex has made his loins full. Big Crow watches it all. Hawk's Eye is finally spent. We rest together for a handful of heartbeats before I step away. My backside cools in the night air. Big Crow stands up. His eyes are upon my friend's butt stained penis. This is a proud moment for him. Proof of his manhood. I realize that to offer the youth my butt now would diminish my lover's proud accomplishment. I feel the throbbing of my horny dick against my belly. Two boys have come out while my sperm remains in my loins. There's great need for me to release it! Hawk's Eye sees my need. His long arms open to accept my body onto his. Our bellies touch. I reach low for his butt. It's slippery in my hands from all his sweat. My cheeks are gripped. I stare into the eye of my lover and smile. This is my favored position of mating with my man. My erection begins the rubbing stabs against my friend's spent penis. It's still somewhat erect. Our slippery bellies rub in slow drum timing. My eyes touch him. His face reveals the sexual relief that he's feeling. Love too peers out from his eyes. I feel an aching in my heart to join his beautiful spirit. My face closes upon his. My lips reach out. Hawk's Eye turns away. A terrible blade of pain stabs through my body. He's never denied me before! A giggling at our side explains it. I suppose that my friend becomes shy to kissing when another boy watches it. I turn to Big Crow. He must have seen my frown because he darts to the other side of the fire. The remaining sticks are dropped into it. I turn back to the eyes of my dear friend. His embarrassing smile is further proof of what I had believed to be true. Our bodies continue to rub. The feeling in my penis is nice but I would have liked to fully love him. Big Crow returns. His nakedness blazes red, almost as if he's a strange fire spirit. To my surprise, the youth begins to dance. With his arms raised and feet stamping, the cute boy romps before the blazing campfire. My ears don't hear any timing beat. Only from his carefree steps, wild arms and swaying butt comes the erotic music. I enjoy watching his nude display. As a big boy, he'll soon have his body covered. No longer will I be able to see the beauty of his naked spirit. The sharp thrills in my penis return me to Hawk's Eye. He was also watching the boy's dance. When his eyes return to me, I see such a wild look in them. The youth dances around the fire. My friend makes sweet love in my arms. Our chests rub. My tits brush against my friend's. This gets my nipples to stick out from my body and feel ticklish. Hot breaths blow over my neck. I feel the pain from his earlier bite marks there. A smile forms over my lips. My body bears the markings from having been taken like a squaw. It'll cause me some embarrassment in the days ahead. My eyes look down between us. In the glow of the fire, I watch the fleshy meeting of his dick with mine. Nice thrills fill me when they press together. Our groin hairs crunch. My friend is proud to bear this sign of his emerging manhood. "I'm very happy this day," I whisper to the sweet boy in my arms. "Our secret society is now three. He's a big boy now and I think that he may be like us. What do you think?" "He's kind of shy..." Hawk's Eye remarks. "His pole can shoot but his body needs much growing before he can perform manly acts. I like him. He's a cute boy that I'm glad to have as a friend." He shrugs his shoulders for not having anything else to say. Hawk's Eye's words tell me much. It was a wise decision on my part for not offering my butt to Big Crow. I see that some time is needed for my friend to sort through his feelings and troubling thoughts. Just as I had time to think through my experience with that Pawnee warrior. We're still young. We have plenty of summers ahead of us to live and learn! A moan escapes from my mouth. My eyes widen in surprise. I'm shooting against my friend's belly! Its coming was sudden. The thrills are intense and makes me wish that I could be a better trapper in penis wetting. I'd be holding onto its tremendous pleasure for days! I feel a breath in my mouth. It startles me. Lips press against mine in a sweet kiss. My heart soars from my friend's sweet offering. Our kiss is a brief one since I'm needing to take in breaths. My dick has stopped squirting. I feel the thick pool of my sperm against my friend's belly. Our bodies slow their mating beat. I look for our new friend. Big Crow is missing! I turn my friend around while in his embrace to look for the youth. Only darkness. The fire has ruined my night vision. I can't even make out the campfires of our camp across the river which I know are there. Hawk's Eye realizes what I fear. "I don't see him," the boy whispers. He releases Horned Buffalo so that he can search for the youth. Darkness surrounds them. He calls out for the boy. I put a hand over my friend's shoulder to quiet him. "It's not a good idea to be calling out in the dark," I remind him. "We're not within the safety of our tribe. Like Small Crow had warned us, someone could be on this side of the river." Hawk's Eye steps away from the fire. His body takes on the angry color of the flames. I realize that we're both naked. I voice this concern. "Perhaps we should put on our breechclouts and search for the youth." A figure races towards us. I crouch in a ready stance for his attack. It's our missing boy! His arms are filled with sticks. I nod my head in understanding. "Our fire will be burning down soon," explains Big Crow. "I saw that you were wanting to do it alone so I went to fetch more wood. Why do you look angry?" "I'm not; only concerned," I answer him. "Do you remember how difficult it was for Keen Eye and I to convince your father to allow you this outing tonight?" "Yes... I am my father's only son. He's always fussing over me to be careful. There's no harm in gathering some sticks in the nearby woods." Hawk's Eye reminds him, "someone could be spying on us!" My friend's words get all of us to laugh. I take the youth into my arms for a big hug. His sticks drop at our feet. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that the boy bears an erection. "What's caused this?" I ask. My eyes peer down between our bellies. The youth grins. "After gathering the sticks," whispers Big Crow, "I peeked on your love making at the edge of the fire light. It was nice, especially the kissing." I search for Hawk's Eye. He's standing at the fire's edge, feeding it twigs that Big Crow had earlier dropped at our feet. I don't think that he's heard this boy's secret. "Go to him, Big Crow. There's something on his belly that can offer you powerful medicine. I'm proud that you can squirt from your pole but it's the water release of a boy who needs more growing! Have him wipe my seed over your body in ritual." Big Crow nods his head. He releases my body so that he can do as I've asked. I watch the naked youth run up to my friend. They talk briefly. A surprising glance in my direction requires my nod of approval. The taller boy gathers into his hand what I've given to him in love. The younger boy receives it gladly. Arms open when the two boys enter an embrace. I can imagine my sticky seed annointing their male bodies as they rub. I approach them with a bright smile on my face. Watching the boys making love is touching to my heart. Big Crow peers up at my friend. Whispered words are spoken. The youth nods in reply. My eyes fall to their humping butts. Their cute flexings are telling of the male motion between them. My thick seed aids their fleshy rubbing and pleasure. Hawk's Eye glances at me. On his face is a beautiful expression. Not one of lust but a kind of fatherly pride for the youth in his arms. Big Crow rests his head on my friend's breast. A warmth flows through me from what I'm seeing. I'm glad that these boys have become friends. I turn from them to find a place in the darkness to urinate. My bare skin feels cool away from the campfire. I glance back at the two boys. Their bodies are lit up like two flaming spirits. It also burns inside them. I approach the hill and allow my urgent flow out of me. The night crickets end their song at my intrusion. This night has been very fulfilling for me! I'm sure that my two friends are feeling the same way. Their embrace will bind their hearts closer. A thought strikes me... Why did I invite this new boy into our relationship? My friend has felt troubled by it but I think that his concerns have been put to rest. As for myself, I felt that the youth needed our guidance. He is like us. I've read the small signs he's given away; the boy's bright eyes for my nakedness and his eagerness to sexually touch. He watched our kissing and liked it! This night's initiation has proven the truth of it. He is like us. It had taken me to get raped by that Pawnee warrior to awaken my true spirit. I desire those of my sex. That was a frightening thought which took a year for me to understand and accept in myself. I will retain my manly identity but my loins seek the joining of other males. Hawk's Eye is the same way. He's well on the path of accepting his true spirit. Our new friend, Big Crow has only begun this journey. My 'big boy' society tests more than to see if a youth can come out from his pole. Boys of age who have need to pull over themselves are only a few years from being named as braves. They may embrace boyhood friends to share the pleasure but that carefree spirit inside them doesn't mean they're like us. Big Crow may prove himself to like girls when he nears his manhood. Even my dear friend may take that path. A squaw is important in a man's life. She takes care of his tipi, cuts up his hunted animals and bears his children. I know that I'll never lust for a woman. I share some of their female desires; a heightened emotion, the need to be close to my man and my utter enjoyment in getting fucked! My friend hasn't shown these cross-sexed behaviors in himself. Perhaps he is a true man that loves the female part of me while being the close friend to my male side. I don't know. I'm feeling lost in this darkness around me. My eyes seek the light. I walk towards our campfire and the two boys standing before it making love. Friends, or something more? My troubling thoughts scatter like the shadows before the rising sun. I shouldn't think so much! That's to be used for planning the hunt or on the warpath. Emotion and the direction of one's heart should guide me on love's twisting path. These boys have their feet firmly upon it. I watch their fire-lit bodies dancing close together. It's a very beautiful sight. When I approach, my friend gives me a big grin. He's deep in sex's powerful spell but not a helpless captive of it like Big Crow. This youth has his eyes tightly shut. His hands are firmly around his companion's waist. My eyes are drawn to his butt cheeks. They flex in a violent display of need for his pole to get released. I stand at their side and reach out to each boy butt. My grip over their flexings is thrilling. Big Crow is making for a wild ride under my hand while my friend's humping is slow and in proper drum beat. He's either delaying his release or is trying to prolong the good feelings as he does when his dick is fit in my butthole. A gasp. Big Crow holds a breath deep inside him. His belly trembles against my friend's belly. Sweat covers their swaying bodies against the fire light. Their erotic motion gets my dick to lift up from my balls. I smile at the warmth swelling inside it. My hand enjoys the heated bodies of my special friends while my eyes take in their lusty performance. In a few heartbeats, my erection has formed. It stands against my belly and begs me to join into their dance of love. I can't. My hands are covering each boy's humping backside. Their motion reminds me of feeling over my lover's wild butt when he's seeding my hole. I'm really enjoying the touch of their bodies there. I stand closer to my friend. My aching dick presses against his waist. The tip of it hits into Big Crow's hand that's gripped on my friend's side. I begin my thrusts. My friend's sweaty body makes for a difficult motion against him. My dick slips and slides too much. An idea comes to me. I stick myself between their touching bodies. My dick pushes through their bellies until I feel their male connection. I join into it myself. My friend reaches a hand out to my butt. His fingers tighten around my right cheek. That gets my hole to ache a little. It's still filled with seed that his savage dick had put there earlier. I turn my pain around. Its aching is a wonderful proof that my body has fulfilled a male's sexual need like that Pawnee warrior who had stuck in me. Having sperm in my butthole makes me feel very sexy and fulfilled in an exciting way. I push my long dick against the rubbing dicks of my friends. We're three boys embraced! My body joins into the lusty beat of the two boys. Big Crow sets the pace. His stabs quicken when taking in a breath. After he's held it a while, his motion slows until releasing that breath as a moan. Another big breath and his body races again. Why can't he come out? My hands wander over the flexing backsides of the two boys. Their skin closest to the fire is hot and wet. A difficult grip to keep. My left hand turns naughty when it traces down the crack of Big Crow's butt. I find his moist hole and push. It slips in! A high-pitch cry. Has my finger hurt the boy? His wildly flexing butt gets my finger out of him. A warm splash to our bellies. My dick slides more easily against the others. It's then that I realize the truth of it. Big Crow has come out. I feel my dick approaching the thrilling ending part. My stabs try finding the tight places between their rubbing poles. I arch my back and drive my lust into our triad. My friend's fingers push into my butt and touch my hole. Pain! Yet the sensation of penetration makes my dick intense. I cry out into the night. My pleasurable release! Big Crow opens his eyes to stare up at me. I give him a weak smile. The youth drops his gaze to our bellies. He must be feeling my thick squirts of sperm. My friend gives my butt a fond pat. That's his signal for wanting to stick in me. I realize that his dick can't release from our belly rub. Never has he spent himself in my arms; only in hand, my mouth or stuck up my hole can the boy coax his shy release. Our arms release from around boy bodies. I step between Big Crow and Hawk's Eye. My arms reach around the youth to my left. My friend's hands find my side and point his dick into my butt. Our bodies press together. I'm caught between two boys in a loving, heated hug of joy. A pained gasp escapes from my mouth when feeling a deep penetration. The fit of my friend's horny penis is easily done; so much seed has flown from all our loins to lubricate our dicks and the inside of my body. My thrilling pain comes from my puckered butthole tightly fitting around a big dick! My friend's thrusts begin. The youth in my arms stares up into my eyes. His understanding flows to me. My body is held while a needing boy takes pleasure behind me. "Is he inside you?" the youth asks. I nod my head. "Hawk's Eye needs to release his dick as we already have," I whisper. "Why not in our embrace?" I shrug my shoulders from the boy's difficult question. I hope that my reply won't shame my friend. An approach comes to me. "Do you recall how ticklish my hand felt to pull over your erection?" "Yes! Your mouth was also too intense for my pole." "Hawk's Eye finds it difficult to come out in a belly rub," I explain. "He prefers to stick through my butt and I enjoy feeling his thrusts. To catch his sperm in me is thrilling!" Big Crow shakes his head. "I don't think that I'd like to take a big dick in my butt!" I smile at the boy's words. He must not remember how my finger in his hole had gotten his dick to explode. I don't say anything about it so not to shame the boy. In time, we'll see if he manages to keep his butt away from Hawk's Eye. My right side is warmed by the fire. A heated blaze covers my backside. I reach a hand back to touch my friend's horny motion. My other hand keeps a grip around Big Crow's waist. He takes some of our weight over him without complaint. His small hands hold my hips. For him to reach lower would get them crushed from the slamming of my friend's body against mine. I notice a growth between our bellies. Not from my dick; it's already come out and feels sleepy. Big Crow has an erection and he moves it slowly against me. My smile tells him that I accept his need to pleasure it. The youth's stabs quicken. It's a slimy mess between our bellies from an earlier pleasuring. I use both my hands to hold the dear boy closer to me; to accept his need for more loving. My penis fills with some measure of his fleshy rubbing but it doesn't get hard enough to want to come out again. Hawk's Eye is in need. His dick plows through my slimy hole. That violent motion will get him off soon. Big Crow presses his face under my arm. His breaths cool my sweaty skin. My head lowers so that I can kiss the boy's hair. It's a sweet smell that I take into my nose. My lips pull over its coarseness. I startle some when feeling a wetness under my left armpit. The youth is licking through my hairs there. A very tickly sensation! I know how attractive an underarm can be. I've often sucked on my friend's sharp-smelling sweat when making urgent love in his arms. Big Crow has discovered this arousing pleasure for himself. My body shudders from it. A grunt comes from behind me. I concentrate on my hole for the telling sign of it. My friend's dick throbs in my deeper butt. I've caught the thrilling sensation of his release! His rushed moan down my neck is proof of it. My dick surges between the boy and I. My cry announces its surprising release. My sperming ends. I take in cool breaths while the pleasure fades. I keep thrusting against the boy's belly to capture more thrills. No, I'm spent. I slow my frantic stabs to rest. The night becomes very dark in my eyes... Is that my father shouting at me? Our secret is discovered! "I love these boys, father. How can what we do with our bodies to express that feeling be wrong?" The droning shout in my ear goes away. My eyes fill with the gentle burning of our campfire. Around me is the sweaty warmth of Big Crow and Hawk's Eye, my lover. Where is my father? A strange dream... What do I fear? I shake my head to clear it. My deep breaths calm my racing heart. How silly it was to be day dreaming just now! This is what's real. My eyes open to the curious stares of the small boy in my arms. I nod my head to his unspoken question. I'm all right now. He must have felt my squirts against his belly. I can feel his hard pole sliding through it. My hands grip his backside to help bring the boy to his elusive climax. Hawk's Eye straightens up behind me. I clench my butt muscles to keep his pole inside my body for a while longer. His hands loosen over my sides. They reach around for the youth's flexing butt cheeks. Together, we pull the boy's body harshly against mine. I act on something that I've done earlier to coax Big Crow's release. My fingers reach through his cheeks to find his hole. Hawk's Eye's hand follows me inside. I grip his fingers and point them into the boy's entrance. He sticks in. My butthole feels the throb of his dick in me. Playing with the boy's hole has excited him. Big Crow cries out. His body slams against mine when gushing out his watery seed. Its powerful squirts reach almost to my chest! The smell of our mingling releases fills my nose along with the powerful odor of our sweat. Much have our bodies labored this night for pleasure! A voice booms out of the night. At first, I can't understand the words since I've exhausted myself from so much love making. My friend pushes on my back to separate our bodies. The boy in my arms rushes away. A warrior approaches. His hands scoop up our breechclouts and thong belts. I shake my head to clear my eyesight. There's no breechclout covering this man's body! "Don't run off," he warns. "I have your breechclouts and will trade them for a favor." His fierce eyes study the boys in front of him. He notes their naked bodies wet from more than just sweat. Its sharp odor is revealing to him. One of the boy's poles is butt stained. His eyes widen. "I've been watching your exciting display," the warrior admits with much humor. "You boys looked like three river turtles sunning themselves over each other's backs!" A fear takes me from what this man's eyes have seen. Will he shame our parents with the telling of it? I don't recognize him. The cut markings on his head feathers show that he's from the Squash Planter's Tribe from down river. We trade with them. Big Crow trembles in fear. I come up behind and hold his shoulders firmly. Hawk's Eye stands at my left side. The warrior steps up to us. His wicked eyes study our features. Mostly, he looks over my friend's body. I try hiding my fear. "I know you," says the warrior. "Your father is Left Handed Hunter. A warrior that I've had a dealing with. You will perform the favor that I ask!" Hawk's Eye glances at me. It was his father that the warrior spoke of. His words sounded angry. What 'favor' is he going to be asking of my friend? A rubbing sound comes from the warrior's groin. A hand is around his thick penis, coaxing its growth. He holds our breechclouts in his other hand. From his wicked-looking eyes, I get the strong suspicion that it's a sexual favor he seeks. The warrior steps closer to Hawk's Eye. He points his big dick at the boy with a grin. "I've a need that the son of Left Handed Hunter will satisfy. You're a handsome boy. From watching your earlier performance, I'm sure that you're knowing of the act that I seek. Take seed from me and I'll depart in peace. Otherwise, my lips will spread a lusty tale of what my eyes have seen three naked boys performed this night!" I release Big Crow to step up to the warrior. A plan forms in my head. My friend shouldn't be the one to pay for this man's silence. "Let me satisfy your need!" I beg. "I can suck it from you or take your hard penis up my butthole." "No. You would enjoy it too much," the man replies. "I want to be pleasured by this boy's mouth. It will bring me some satisfaction to shame Left Handed Hunter's son!" My friend's eyes widen. Does he know why this warrior of the Squash Planter's Tribe hates his father so? A terrible anguish fills me. I see my friend prepare himself for the lusty task he's being forced to perform. I think of escape. The safety of our tribe is nearby but we can't hide from what this warrior holds over our heads. Even if he doesn't recognize Big Crow or myself, this man's story will still hurt Hawk's Eye. I turn to my young friend and feel his arms rush around me. "Should I run for help?" whispers Big Crow. "No," I whisper back. "There is something that I want you to do. An important thing. It could save us all!" I glance back at the warrior to see if he's heard my low words. The man's lusty attention is on my friend. Hawk's Eye gets to his knees. The warrior sticks his long cock into the boy's mouth and holds his head steady with a tight hand. I fill with great hatred for this vile man. I turn back to Big Crow. My words of instruction are quickly given. He nods his head in understanding. At my signal, the youth runs off to the safety of the darkness. The warrior's eyes fill with anger. "Call him back!" he commands. I turn to where the youth has fled and shout, "come back, 'Rabbit Tail.' This man won't harm you!" Only silence answers my plea. I shrug my shoulders and face the warrior's fury. "Where has he gone?" the man demands. "It does no good to run for help. Mine are the words of a warrior and what my lips have to say is only the truth. A shameful telling for all of you!" "I know that!" I snap back. "The youth is frightened by what he's seen. Hurry with taking your favor and we'll all be able to depart in peace." The warrior nods his head in agreement. He returns to the lusty task before him. My friend is savagely used. Deep thrusts go through his mouth. He's often pushing on the man's hips when he gags. My hatred deepens. If I'd been sucking on this man's cock, my teeth would teach him to be gentler. Groans fill the night. They tell of the warrior's building pleasure and what my friend endures. It reminds me of that Pawnee Warrior. My fear of him and his companions had me taking that man's thrusts through my butt. It's the same for my friend though coming from a heavier burden. His sacrifice is made to protect the good names of all of us. The fire light shows much to my eyes. With my friend on his knees, he takes the warrior's long cock through his mouth. I'm attracted to the man's sexy motion. His muscular butt flexes with each stab. I admit my feelings of desire to have him fuck me. My butthole would be a tight fit for his healthy size and I'd enjoy capturing his strong seed in me. My hands would like feeling over the lusty motion of his body over mine. I shake my head in anger. My thoughts are bad ones. I cast them away like muddy moccasins at the tipi doorway. I wonder how Big Crow is doing with the task I've given him? A loud moan erupts from the naked warrior. His thrusts are wild as I imagine the hot sperm he's forcing Hawk's Eye to swallow. I find myself oddly curious about what a man's tastes like. Deep anger at myself pushes this fantasy from my head. "Don't bite!" shouts the man in a panic. Hawk's Eye leaps from the ground to follow the backward steps of the warrior. The boy keeps to the man's hairy groin with his mouth. He retains a tight grip over the man's butt. I prepare to act. The warrior tries pushing the boy's mouth off his pole but to no avail. I spring behind them. My arms lock him in a tight neck hold. I feel my dick pressing hard against the man's tense butt. A sense of power comes to me. Naughty thoughts fill my head. "I have him," I shout to my clever friend. His hands continue to grip the man's rear end while I imagine his teeth are clamped down on the tender manhood. I can hear it in the warrior's pained gasps. Footsteps from behind us. I glance behind to see Big Crow running up to me. He has something in his proud hands. My plan is going to work! "I found his breechclout hanging from some tree branches," the boy explains, "that's why I was away so long. He also has a knife." I reach my hand out to the youth for the weapon. He quickly unties it from the belt thong and hands it to me with a sly grin. It doesn't take much imagination to see what I could force this man to endure. With great power in my hand, I hold the blade to the warrior's neck. Its sharpness explains the situation to him. Hawk's Eye pulls from the man's bloodied cock. He comes to stand at my side with wicked-looking eyes. A look of disbelief fills them when he notices my seeking stabs. I've become excited from holding the warrior's body onto mine. I recall how he forced my friend to suck him off so I'll avenge that dark deed by raping him. I've not had the pleasure of sticking through a butthole before! "You must take the blade across my neck afterwards," the man suggests. "If you leave me alive after sperming my butt, I swear to hunt each of you down and kill you!" The warrior's threat pauses my lusty stab. My hard pole is sticking upon his tight hole and only needs a push to sheathe its length inside. I do want to rape this vile man! This one act could avenge much: the harm done to my friend and my own rape from that Pawnee warrior! I release a long sigh. My power fades in realizing the truth of it. To use this man like a squaw is the greatest humiliation for a warrior. Especially when the deed is performed by a mere boy. I don't have it in me to kill for brief pleasure. With a strong grip over my fear, I shove the man to the ground. He's quick to his feet and he faces me with a look of surprise. In my hand is his knife, pointing at him and ready. I see the respect of it in his dark eyes. "Drop our breechclouts and go!" I shout. "You've gained your 'favor' and must honor your promise to keep silent." The warrior nods his head. Yet his smile warns me of his ill intent. What is he planning? Will he tell others of what his eyes have seen of us this night? I intend to keep his breechclout and knife. That should give him some pause. Our breechclouts are dropped at his feet. Big Crow hands over the warrior's breechclout before I could stop him. Worse, the man makes a grab for the youth! Hawk's Eye launches himself into action. A brief struggle ensues between the man and two boys. I nervously watch them. It's over quickly. Big Crow has managed to escape yet my friend is being held in a tight head hold. His pained cry tells me how much it hurts. The warrior's eyes shine from his accomplishment. I launch myself into battle! My hand drives my blade towards the warrior's heart. It falls short with the man's strong hand holding it back. Too late I realize his strategy. My anger and fear for my friend has unbalanced me! I plant my feet in the ground and bring to bear what strength I possess. The warrior grins at me wickedly. His is the experience and strength of a proven man. His hand slowly forces the blade against my chest. I can't push it away! I'm going to die. A sickening thud is followed by the warrior's weight over me. I can't hold him back! We fall to the ground where I prepare for a quick death... It becomes a long moment of terrifying silence. Where is the man's death hand? I gather my wits and roll out from under him. The light from our campfire reveals my savior. Hawk's Eye stands over the unconscious warrior with a big stick in his hand. It had come from the pile of wood that Big Crow had collected earlier. He kneels over the man's butt with his intent to stick in. The youth giggles nervously. The warrior's threat fills my head. I leap over my friend and pull him off the man's body. He turns to me in anger. "Why do you stop me?" Hawk's Eye shouts. "You must think!" I reply. "The warrior is yours now to take like a squaw but what happens afterwards? Don't you remember his words of vengeance?" "He forced me to his will," answers Hawk's Eye. "That's true but you're only a boy," I remind my friend softly. "His is the strong hand and anger of a warrior! He would seek us out and kill all of us!" My friend slowly rises to his feet. Defeat is seen on his dark face. I know of his desire to humiliate this vile man. I want that too! But is a death price reasonable? Big Crow brings the man's breechclout to me. My keeping it along with his knife will be enough humility for him to bear. He'll be forced to crawl back to his tribe naked and silent. How could he explain that mere boys managed to take them? Both boys look to me for my decision. With it made, I gesture for us to stand by the fire. The warrior should be knocked out for a good while yet. "You're not going to kill him?" begs Big Crow. Hawk's Eye says nothing but waits for my words. I give them. "Let the man lie where he is. I'll not take his life nor allow any of us to seed his unguarded butt. We have his breechclout and knife after all. I think he'll keep silent about this night's humiliation to himself and about us." Relief fills Big Crow's face. Hawk's Eye turns away to stand over the warrior. Will he abide by my words? The knife in my hand gives me an idea. I go with it to my friend. "Take it," I announce. "It's yours in payment for the man's harm done to you." Hawk's Eye eagerly takes the beautiful thing. Inwardly, I blame myself for not having protected my friends. Giving him the knife eases my shame. I laugh in surprise when Hawk's Eye begins to piss on the sleeping warrior. His yellow flow falls noisily over the man's backside. He takes care not to wet the man's face; that would awaken him! Big Crow joins into the naughty game. I've already emptied my bladder so I haven't anything to piss out. The youth's high-pitched giggles fill the air from such a daring act. If the warrior is knocked out until morning, he'll stink worse than a skunk! A happiness fills me for the lucky turn of events. The gain is ours at the end. I look over the man's breechclout in my hands. The cloths are large for my body. I'll ask my friend for the use of his knife to trim them down to size. That leaves my breechclout for Hawk's Eye to wear and his to be given to Big Crow. We'll all have covered bodies as big boys should. A sweet scent attracts my attention. It comes from a wet stain inside the front flap. My nose enjoys the musky odor; not sperm but what a man drips from his hard penis when greatly aroused. The warrior must have been watching our lusty love acts before acting to demand of us his favor. I lick up the man's sticky essence. It fills my body with power. Hawk's Eye has swallowed that proud warrior's seed. Though done in humiliation, it fills the boy's body with a similar power. My friend will mature faster for eating it. I eagerly wrap the man's large breechclout around my body. His sticky front cloth is placed in back over my butt. I'll enjoy having an excited man against it! The longer butt flap is worn in the front of me. When I turn to my friends, I notice that their bodies are covered. Large breechclouts for their bodies but the knife will take care of that later. I raise my arms to the sky in my offering unto Him. My great praise is silently given. I drop my arms. The dying fire draws my attention. Its light can barely reach the man's body laying over the dirt. I don't want to have to return to camp. Nor can we remain here. This is our special night out together. I want it to last. "We must leave," I announce to my friends. "Let's take a stick each and burn their ends in the fire. These we'll bring to our new camp site. A place on the other side of the river." Our hands reach down to the remaining sticks beside the fire. My friend takes up the very stick he had used to strike the warrior with. I notice the new knife tucked in his belt thong. It makes me very proud for him. We place our sticks over the glowing embers. I turn to keep an eye on our sleeping guest while they burn. I'm pleasantly surprised by my friend's hug from behind. I reach a hand back to pinch his butt under the rear flap. "We've done well this night," whispers Hawk's Eye. "A new friend has been initiated and we've defeated a spying warrior! I have a new knife. Big Crow has a breechclout." I nod my head and share in his happiness. "I have your love. As long as your arms keep a hold of me, my heart will be content! I've an armed man to protect me." Big Crow giggles. I face the boy and reach my arms out to him. He's quick to enter my embrace. Our bodies hold each other in the oneness of our flesh, hearts and spirits. We're big boys. Love for each other has made us strong. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {end of file: EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-6 The stories continue: -7}