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    EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-7                     "A Girl HE is Not!"
    {Part #7 of 9}                            Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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                              "A Girl HE is Not!"

            | Leaping Wolf is an Apache Indian boy of thirteen.    |
            | He's met by a young squaw who's newly arrived to     |
            | the reservation. She invites the boy to take a nap   |
            | in her tipi during the hot afternoon. He reluctantly |
            | accepts, noticing some strange things about this new |
            | girl. Here's what he discovers when they're alone.   |

       The sun's heated hand presses down on me. I cast my eyes about for a
    place of shade to sleep its duration. The few spots that I could rest
    under are taken by the elders of my tribe. One old man is sitting under a
    tree, fast asleep. His head is covered by a large sombrero. The summer
    sun is high above me. Where can I go to escape the heat?

       Sweat runs down my back, soaking my breech-cloths against my body. One
    sticks to my rear end like glue. I pull it away and flap it. The cooling
    sensation provides some relief. I lift my front cloth. Pride fills me
    when looking over my maleness. Some dark hair has been growing there. My
    pole can squirt whenever I feel the need to take it in hand. This
    accomplishment is the envy of my younger friends.

       I turn my head to look down the back of me. My butt has grown since
    last summer. It's nicely shaped and sticks out from under my rear flap.
    An attractive quality in a man, I've heard. My leg and arm muscles have
    grown stronger from riding my father's horse. My body will be a man's in
    two summers.

       I'm startled by someone giggling. A girl comes to my side with bright
    eyes for my body. My flapping cloths must have attracted her. It provided
    a view of my nakedness. Who is she? I don't recognize this young squaw.
    She must be visiting our reservation.

       I study her appearance. The girl wears a fancy calf leather dress. Its
    frilled and adorned with silver conches. A white belt goes around her
    waist. She must be the young wife of a warrior. A pretty girl of about
    sixteen.

       "Hello. It's very hot this afternoon," she says. "Why not drop your
    breech-cloths and run around naked like the other boys?"

       "I'm not a little boy," I answer proudly. "I have only to lift my two
    cloths to cool myself." Before her widening eyes, I daringly flap them. A
    sense of excitement comes from my bold display in front of her.

       "I can see that, Leaping Wolf!" she replies. "You can come to my tipi
    and sleep past this terrible heat. My husband has gone to the white man's
    trading post."

       I slowly nod my head and follow the young squaw. Fully covered as she
    is, the girl must feel hotter than me. I'm startled when seeing the back
    of her. The girl's lower dress has an opening to it. She wears a cloth
    over her butt like any man. It's very strange. The women of our tribe
    wear their dresses as a single piece of sewn hide.

       I also notice how low this girl's voice is. She speaks in the proper
    feminine pattern though. Her walk is graceful and slow. She has a pretty
    face but wears her hair short in back. I'm confused by her mixed sex
    display.

       I don't know her name. I've heard about a warrior who's visiting with
    our tribe. His name is Eagle Eyes. If this squaw is Eagle Eye's wife, why
    hasn't he taken her along with him? Especially a young a pretty girl that
    she is! It's a two days ride to reach the white men's trading post. I've
    heard that a man dislikes being kept from the arms of his squaw.

       I'm puzzled by another thing. How did she know my name? This causes me
    become suspicious at why the girl offers me to sleep in her tipi. Alone
    with her while her husband is away... A thrilling answer drops into my
    head. I'll soon find out if my lusty thoughts come true!

       Upon arriving at her buffalo hide tipi, she motions for me to enter
    first as is proper for a guest. I timidly step inside. She ties up the
    door flap behind us. It's a tense moment when we face each other in the
    dim light.

       "Hand me your sweaty breech-cloths," she calmly asks. "I'll dry them
    for you above the fire pit."

       My eyes try adjusting to the darkness inside. At my feet, I feel the
    warmth of a smoldering fire. Three large sticks form a tripod above it. I
    sheepishly untie my thong belt and allow her hands to take my elk skin
    flaps. She hangs them above my head to dry over the tripod.

       I take a look inside the tipi. Firewood is piled along one side near
    some water pouches. Two hunting spears, a bow and quiver of arrows hang
    near the door. I wonder why Eagle Eyes didn't take these weapons with
    him? Next to one rounded wall is a large bear skin over the dirt floor. A
    pleasant tingling fills my loins when I imagine what we could be doing
    upon it.

       The small hairs on my neck prickle up. I feel the girl's eyes on me.
    It's a thrill to be standing nude in her tipi. It's not uncommon for me
    to be uncovered with the other boys when playing under the summer sun yet
    it's another thing entirely for me to be naked before a girl inside of
    her tipi! I hope that my suspicions will prove true. A good story to tell
    my friends later!

       My pole lifts up from the exciting thoughts flying around in my head.
    I'm glad that my back is to her. After a few heartbeats, my erection
    stands against my belly. It fills with thrilling tingles. I boldly reach
    down for it.

       If my suspicions about this girl are true, she'll be glad that my body
    is ready to join hers. To draw her attention, I excite myself further
    with slow pulling strokes over my dick's thick skin. That gets its brown
    head to pop out. Pleasuring it in hand has never felt so good! I know
    that she can hear the rubbing sound. By standing with my back to her, I
    keep from being too obvious about it.

       My performance reminds me of a lusty story that my friend Soaring
    Heart has told me. This older boy attracted a girl to him when visiting
    with a tribe near the great desert. He met the unmarried girl there last
    year. Upon seeing her beauty, the boy filled with a man's desire to stick
    into her. Here's how he managed it.

       Soaring Heart followed the girl to where she was fetching water from a
    well. He stood nearby and stripped. His back was to the curious girl.
    This made it seem like he didn't know she was watching. With his
    excitement in hand, the naked boy performed. He pulled over his erection
    skin while his butt flexed in and out from the lusty act. The boy
    demonstrated his great need to seed. That enflamed the girl to offer her
    body to him. They mated. Now, I'm performing this same trick!

       My fingers grasp the moist skin of my erection. Quick stabs get its
    round head to pop in and out. I flex my butt violently. I'm sure that the
    girl is watching my lusty performance. I've done this for the other boys
    to prove that my seed can flow. Never in front of a girl.

       I'm startled by the girl's hand over my quick handling. Her strong
    grip prevents my male motion. I curiously turn to her. Is she angered by
    my blatent act or is she offering herself to my need like that girl in
    Soaring Heart's story?

       "That is a boy's game," the girl explains. She pulls Leaping Wolf's
    sweaty hand from around his pole, smiling at seeing the boy's excited
    male display.

       I sheepishly drop my hand at my side. My erection throbs for more
    attention. Under this girl's eyes, I'm feeling mixed emotions. It thrills
    me to have my male need revealing itself to her but I also feel
    embarrassment. What is her intent?

       "Leaping Wolf has a nice body," she remarks. "You're like a young
    brave that I'll excite before we embrace to do it."

       Have my ears heard her correctly? She acts as if I'm a full-grown man
    who she's eager to satisfy. A sense of pride and relief fills me. I now
    know where I stand with this girl.

       Another memory pops into my head about a rumor that I've heard. It's
    said that a lusting squaw in a nearby tribe uses boys to satisfy her
    since she's without a husband. She teaches the eager youths how
    pleasurable copulation is. But only with young boys who can't squirt or
    have only a watery release that can't get her with child. My sperm is
    thick like a man's. Shouldn't this girl be afraid of having me mount her?

       This troublesome thought flies away when I feel her warm hands over my
    body. She especially likes to caress my backside. I hear the girl sigh
    when she cups both of my cheeks and squeezes them. Thrilling tingles fill
    my hard pole. I get the urge to handle it. I'll wait for the things she's
    promised to perform with me. A man's act to release seed!

       She really likes handling my backside. I've heard the girls talking
    about how they enjoy peeking at a man's butt under his flapping rear
    cloth. They compared those of the unmarried warriors and braves in camp.
    My butt is shapely and sticks out nicely from my body. This girl
    obviously likes it.

       I gasp in surprise when feeling kisses over my rear cheeks. The girl's
    lips roam over the sweaty skin of my butt. I'm tempted to reach down for
    my erection again. Her mouth is getting me very excited. I'm really
    needing to release my pole! I stand up like a proud warrior against my
    boyish need to masturbate. My patience will reward me with my first manly
    act. It'll make me proud. Yet I've not performed copulation before and
    worry about how to begin it.

       "I've not been naked with a girl before," I find myself saying out
    loud. I'm surprised by my whispered admission. An embarrassment fills me.
    I stare down at the dirt floor while trying to keep a tighter control
    over myself.

       One of the girl's hands reaches around my waist and finds my hard
    dick. She gently pulls the thick skin of it back and forth. A heaviness
    fills my stomach. Thrills build there that will soon explode from it. I
    can't stop my trembling.

       The girl kisses her way to the front of me. Her hands grip my butt
    cheeks while a slippery warmth goes down on my pole. The tickly sensation
    is hard to endure. My eyes open. I can't believe what she performs on me.
    My long penis is in her mouth!

       The girl's grip over my backside forces me to stab through her mouth.
    I gasp from the difficult sensation. My pole feels too intense from the
    slippery motion. Her fingers trace down the crack of my butt. She rubs
    over my hole and pushes inside! I pull her hands away from my body in a
    rush. Why does she tease me with these strange acts?

       I stand apart from her with down casted eyes. Her hands and mouth over
    my nakedness were embarrassing for me. I also don't want her to be
    swallowing my sperm. It should only come out where a man's suppose to put
    it inside a woman.

       My pole throbs. I reach down to handle it. The thrills start to build
    up strong. I open my eyes at a scuffling sound behind me. The girl has
    removed her fancy dress. She faces away from me while standing over her
    soft bear skin. I look over her small body with lust.

       A strange rear flap draws my attention. Why does she wear it? That's
    the garment of a man. I join her over the bear skin. My hands pull the
    cloth away from her belt. This young squaw has a shapely butt like mine.
    Not fat or rounded like the other women that I've seen. I'm surprised by
    how small her body is. Not thin; the girl's dress kept me from realizing
    her true age. I suspect that she's younger than the sixteen years I had
    guessed earlier.

       She moans when I feel over her soft cheeks. They feel nice in my
    hands. Two pale half-moons that draw my lusty mouth. Her low moans fill
    the tipi when I kiss over them.

       I'm struck again by how strange her low voiced breaths are. Could this
    be a boy? I've not seen the front of my companion since I've been taking
    full pleasure in back. I'll take a peek later to determine the sex.

       I smell the butt's musky scent. It draws me deeper through the crack
    of it with my bites nearing its entrance. My hands part the small cheeks
    so that I can get my tongue in there. I find a smooth brown hole to suck
    on.

       I'm amazed at my boldness. I dart my tongue in and out of my
    companion's asshole between held breaths. Loud moans result from my
    naughty mouth. I'm no longer a shy boy but a warrior in need! I allow my
    utter lust to take control.

       A fond memory pops into my head. I've had my tongue in a butthole
    before. Last summer, I was playing naked games with a boy named Little
    Bow. He was visiting our tribe for the summer. I befriended him.

       Little Bow liked showing me exciting things when we were alone. He
    knew how to rub over his erection to thrill it. Nothing could come out. I
    showed him that mine could squirt and he liked watching me perform that
    trick.

       I was excited by the boy's willing body. My mouth explored every part
    of it with my kisses enjoying his small shoulders, back and his buttocks.
    I enjoyed sucking over both rear cheeks. His hands opened himself back
    there so that I could get my tongue in him. It thrilled me to stick into
    his asshole. The little boy pulled over his pole while I tasted that most
    naked part of his body.

       The boy even asked me to mount his butt as if he were a squaw. I felt
    that it was too strange an act to perform, especially if someone were to
    catch me doing it. He claimed that two older boys from his tribe were
    often putting their dicks in. His story seemed too fantastic for me to
    believe.

       This girl also likes having her butt sucked on. My tongue pushes deep
    through the slimy hole. I taste a bland wetness in there. My mouth takes
    it in. With my tongue, I examine the sticky essence. My eyes widen when
    realizing where I've tasted this before. Someone has stuck their dick
    inside her butthole and left behind seed!

       "Perform as a man, Leaping Wolf!" she begs.

       I watch the young squaw get down to her knees over the bear skin and
    spread her legs. Her butt opens to reveal what I've been sucking sperm
    from. I glance down at my throbbing dick. Do I want to stick into her wet
    hole after some man has already performed the deed?

       Before I can decide, the girl's hand directs the tip of my erection
    into her butt's entrance. She pulls over my backside to join our bodies.
    I feel the slimy warmth around my pole when it's forced in. My balls
    press against her sweaty cheeks. I realize that we're connected in
    copulation. Panic fills me. What do I do next?

       "Move your long dick through me," the girl instructs.

       I recover from my fright. My hands reach for her hips to help me to
    perform my in and out thrusts. I enjoy the slimy tightness of her
    butthole. The slipping sensation fills my pole with exciting tingles. I
    close my eyes from the intense feeling from mating. Will I be able to
    perform the act as well as that man who's already taken her for his
    pleasure?

       I plunge through the butt's yielding tightness. My chest rubs over her
    warm back while my groin is stuck fast to her backside. I can't believe
    that my body is connected to her's. A realization sweeps through me. This
    girl is being careful to not get with child. That's why she doesn't have
    me mount her properly with my dick inside her cunt. She must know that a
    boy of my age could have thick sperm. Some man had the wisdom to only put
    his seed into her butthole. Mine will soon join with his inside. A
    strange yet thrilling thought.

       The girl's hand reaches back for my butt, pulling over it so that I'll
    stab faster. It's exciting that she can feel my manly motion driving into
    her rear end. Our bodies are sweaty from the frenzied effort. It is hot
    inside this tipi. Weren't we suppose to be sleeping during the heated
    afternoon? I keep my giggles inside me.

       Low moans fill the tipi. I'm glad that the girl can achieve her
    pleasure from only feeling my dick through her butthole. I gasp. Her
    inner muscles squeeze my length. The sensation is powerful. I'm close to
    exploding inside her body.

       A familiar sound comes from the front of her. It startles me. A quick
    rubbing motion that reminds me of when I handle my erection in hand. Her
    butthole muscles squeeze my long dick in beat to the rubbing sound. Has
    she a dick to beat off with? I reach a hand around to her front.

       My eyes widen. This is a boy that I'm sticking my dick into! He's been
    clever to hide his male identity. Little Bow had wanted me to penetrate
    his little butthole. When I tongued inside him, the youth felt excited
    enough to pull over his erection. He had claimed that there were boys
    putting sperm in his hole. Now, I believe what he's said.

       An intense thrill from my dick causes me to cry out. Strong squirts
    come out of me. I feel my sperm shooting deep into the butt's tight
    entrance. The sensation is very intense. A lusty thought strikes me. I've
    raped a boy's ass!

       My breath rushes out of me. The deep thrill from having sex becomes
    overwhelming. My dick keeps flowing into the butt I'm connected to. I
    keep stabbing through his hole for an enduring pleasure. Even when I
    don't have any more to give. My sperm joins with that man who has filled
    this boy's butt earlier. I wonder who he was?

       "Keep thrusting," the boy begs. "I'm close to my release!"

       I nod my head in understanding. My suspicions have been answered. He's
    like Little Bow to want the feel of a hard dick in him. My tongue in that
    little boy's butt enhanced his feelings when beating off. Even though
    nothing could come out. This boy can. At his bidding, I continue to move
    my erection through his slimy hole. It's difficult since I've already
    released from it. My lust has flown from me and I'm left with a tired
    body. I hope that he'll shoot soon.

       The squeezing sensation from the boy's ringed muscles is hard to
    endure. It's like his slippery mouth around my pole earlier. My body
    trembles from the effort of keeping this up. I hope that he won't make me
    perform for very much longer.

       A strong hand pushes on my waist. Our bodies separate, unbalancing me
    with my short fall to the bear skin. It feels soft against my back. The
    boy's weight presses down on me. I cry out from the harsh sensation of
    taking his thrusts against my sore penis. It's still very sensitive from
    having just released. The boy uses my body to achieve his urgent need.

       His hands grip my wrists against the bear skin. It's almost like he's
    wrestling with me; the 'captor on top'. His hot breaths blow in my face.
    He's become crazed to get his dick to sperm. I'm his captive below. My
    body squirms under his weight and because of his greater strength, I
    cannot escape. I'm excited by his powerful male display over me.

       I gasp in surprise when feeling the boy's kiss on my lips. Even when I
    try turning my head away, his kisses follow me. The forced sensation of
    being loved to becomes frightening. I test my strength against this boy.
    My hands can't lift from the bear skin. His knees press around my sides,
    trapping me under him. I cry out in fustration.

       The boy growls. His wicked looking eyes glaze over when he gushes to
    my belly. He seems to shoot many times before relaxing his body over
    mine. His motion slows. My dick no longer chafes me. Its sticky with the
    boy's sperm.

       I notice that my pole is erected. Taking his harsh stabs and the feel
    of his kisses had caused it. My dick feels better from having our bellies
    slimy against each other. I hump my butt against the bear skin to begin
    my stabs.

       The boy's eyes widen. He reaches under my back to grip my body closer
    to his. My long pole rubs against his slippery pole. The thrills slowly
    build up. It's hard to breathe with his weight over me. I voice my plea.

       "Roll over," I shout. "I'm needing to do it again!"

       The boy rolls us over the bear skin. I smell the scent of his sperm
    and the sharp smell from our sweaty bodies. It drives me wild! My fear
    has left me. I'm lust filled again. With me on top, I harshly stab my
    dick over his. My hands holds his wrists down like he had done to mine.
    I'm taking full pleasure with his body!

       "You are an excited little boy!" he remarks.

       "I'm not little!" I shout. "If you were a girl, my thick sperm would
    give you a child. Didn't you enjoy feeling my thrusts through your butt?"

       "Yes," the boy answers. "You are my brave. Take my body with what
    pleasures you demand of it."

       I smile at his clever words. They are sweet in my ears. I'm a man now
    for having stuck through his butthole and seeding it!

       My quick stabs bring a lather to the sperm between our bellies. It's
    no longer very slippery. My pole slides harshly against the length of his
    thicker pole and chafes some against his groin hair. The thrills are hard
    to build up. I close my eyes to concentrate.

       My face presses into the boy's breast. He smells nice there. I notice
    that my lips are kissing over the sweaty skin. My dick becomes more
    enflamed. My body moves over the boy's making for a loud rubbing sound in
    the tipi. I hope that no one passing by will hear it.

       My body becomes exhausted from all our wild love making. I can no
    longer hold breaths. A cramp in my right leg pains me. My violent hold
    over this boy's body has caused it. I must release soon. My dick forces
    me to continue.

       One of the boy's hands rests behind my head. I'm startled by his
    kisses in my hair. His other free hand reaches low for my flexing butt. I
    feel his body lifting from the bear skin. It presses my erection more
    harshly against his. A powerful sensation! This nice boy is making lots
    of love to me; helping my body to release to his. Yet I can't seem to
    achieve it.

       I'm too tired. My body slows to a drum beated rhythm. I gently rub my
    pole against his with long even strokes. I'm noticing how heated our
    bodies have become. We're very sweaty against each other. I can smell
    sperm. Our bellies are sticky from it. I'm hoping to add mine there if I
    can get myself to release again. A sweet task I labor to achieve if I
    can.

       My breaths rush through my mouth. Are my eyes open? It seems dark in
    the tipi. There's a roaring in my ears. My head feels faint. I clutch the
    boy's body to keep from fainting. Why won't my pole squirt?

       A hand reaches through the crack of my butt. The boy's finger rubs
    over my hole. Its tickly sensation is nice; it sends surges through my
    aching pole. A warmth presses onto my lips. His breath blows into my
    mouth. A kiss?! I cry out when his finger pushes into my hole. It gets my
    dick intense and explodes! A few painful squirts are followed by
    unbelievable thrills. I'm losing my breath. Stars dance at the edge of my
    sight. A darkness takes me...

       The next boy enters the tipi to be mounted. I stick my dick through
    his butthole and am quickly brought to it. He turns around in anger,
    demanding that I thrust him a while longer until his own pleasure is
    achieved. I grip his small butt and assault it with my sore penis for as
    long as I can.

       After tiring from my lengthy mounting, he cries out and slaps my butt
    hard when my second sperm is given. Our sticky bodies separate. The
    satisfied squaw-boy leaves the tipi but to my bewilderment, another one
    enters for his turn.

       A horse's neigh awakens me. I sit up and rub my strange dream from my
    head. My body smells of sweat and the sharp odor of sperm. I find its
    dried remains on my belly, in my groin hair and over my pole and slimy
    balls.

       At my feet, I feel the warmth of my sleeping companion. I remember
    where I am. It brings a smile to my face. We've performed some exciting
    love acts with our bodies. I'm pleasantly tired from it. All of my sperm
    has been taken from me! I playfully reach my foot out to the boy. He
    stirs.

       His hand slowly creeps up between my thighs. I feel his fingers around
    my pole. The pulling sensation excites me. My erection forms against my
    belly to my surprise.

       "I enjoy feeling your long pole through my butthole," the boy asks
    suggestively.

       I smile in the darkened tipi at his plea to have me again. I hear the
    boy turn onto his belly. My hands find his body and I get on top. My dick
    lays against his crack. I'll be able to stick inside after it's fully
    grown. I don't know if I've any more sperm in me to give but I'll enjoy
    finding out.

       Questions fill my head. I ask the boy beneath me the first one. "Why
    do you dress in women's clothing?"

       "It allows me to have a warrior husband," he answers.

       "You're old enough to be named a brave!"

       "My spirit doesn't seek that path," he explains. "I'd rather tend to a
    man's tipi and be his wife. You know how I like to be mounted like a
    squaw."

       I nod my head in silence. "I met a young boy who also liked that."

       "What's his name?" the squaw-boy asks.

       "Little Bow, a boy who visited us last summer from a distant tribe. We
    played naked games with each other."

       "Did this boy take your penis into his butt?"

       "No!" I shout. "He was my friend. I thought that it was too beastly an
    act for me to perform on him. Little Bow was only a small boy. I didn't
    want to hurt him."

       The squaw-boy doesn't comment. Silence fills the tipi for an awkward
    moment. When he suggestingly humps his butt cheeks, I point my erection
    between them and stick in. The boy's hole easily fits me. I feel the
    slimy warmth around my dick, reminding me that his hole is already filled
    with much sperm.

       He moans when our bodies fit together for mating. I press my weight
    over his long back. My arms clutch his shoulders when I begin it. Our
    joining comes easily to me now. I push my long dick through the boy's
    butthole. Its tightness yields to my penetration. He rests his head over
    crossed arms. A squaw's resting position while the warrior does all the
    work!

       The squaw-boy's butt lifts up from the bear skin to meet my stabs. My
    dick goes in him deeper. Although we're both male, our bodies fit nicely
    together. It's very natural to stick through a boy's ass. I'm a man
    because of it.

       A scuffling sound at the doorway alarms me. The squaw-boy rolls our
    bodies over the bear skin to separate us. My dick pulls wetly from his
    tight hole.

       "My warrior has returned!"

       A fear stabs through my chest. I don't want to have to confront an
    angry warrior! I'm rushed to the wall of his tipi. There's an opening
    between the sewn hides. I quickly crawl through and emerge into the cool
    night. From inside, I hear the boy's loud greeting for his warrior.
    Relief fills me. Eagle Eyes didn't catch a mere boy making use of his
    'squaw.'

       I stand next to the tipi for a moment while deciding upon the best
    path for escape. The man's horse is tied up nearby. I slowly move away so
    that the horse won't alert him to my presence. I notice how cold my body
    feels in the dark.

       I'm naked! I'm about to turn back for the tipi but stop myself. How
    can I explain to the warrior that I've left behind my breech-cloths?
    They're hanging over the tipi's fire pit. When I left the boy, the tipi
    was dark since he had neglected to keep the fire going. The warrior may
    not notice my flaps hanging above. My only hope lies in waiting nearby.
    That boy may realize that I'm unclothed and is the only chance that I
    have to regain my lost breech-cloths.

       I hide in some bushes nearby. I can spy on the warrior's horse and
    tipi from within them. My body scratches from the sharp branches. I
    ignore my pain. It's better to endure this than to get caught naked by my
    tribesmen. How could I explain why I'm uncovered in the cool night?

       Many heartbeats pass. I think over the plans in my head. My hope lies
    with the squaw-boy coming out of his tipi. Does he realize my
    embarrassing situation? How can I return to my parent's tipi in the nude?

       I wait a while longer. Someone comes out the tipi door. From their
    height, I surmise it to be the warrior. He unloads his horse. A boy joins
    him. He helps to take the things into their tipi. An anger fills me.
    Doesn't the squaw-boy realize my desperate need? I'm forced to wait a
    while longer.

       The warrior takes his horse in hand and walks in my direction. He
    pauses before my bush. A sharp fear takes me. Have I been discovered? I
    crouch low against the thorny branches. A scuffling sound is followed by
    a splash into the bushes. My head wets from the warrior's urine! I endure
    it as I must.

       When he finishes, the warrior leads his horse away. Not back to his
    tipi. I would guess that he takes his horse to drink at the stream. My
    head drips. I wipe my stinging eyes with my arms in fustration.

       This is my opportunity. I wait until the warrior is out of sight
    before rising from the bushes. My head wrestles with a difficult problem.
    Should I wait here for the boy or streak to his tipi and risk being seen?

       My decision is made for me. Someone steps out of the tipi. I strain my
    eyes in the dark to be sure that it's my squaw-boy before calling out to
    him. I make bird sounds. When he faces in my direction, I see that it is
    him! My hands raise high above my head to draw his attention to where I'm
    hiding. The boy waves back to me in acknowledgement. I rush from my bush
    protector to his tipi.

       The squaw-boy greets me in front of the tipi. He notices my shivering
    body with a sly grin. "Why have you returned?" he asks in feined
    surprise.

       My hands gesture over my nakedness. The squaw-boy nods his head and
    laughs. He steps into his tipi with me rushing after him. I notice the
    building light from the fire pit. My breech-cloths are not seen above it!
    A panic takes me.

       "I've hidden them," the boy explains. He reaches down between the
    firewood and two water pouches to fetch something. In his hands is the
    missing breech-cloths and thong belt. These he hands to Leaping Wolf.

       "Put them on," the boy asks. "I noticed your hanging cloths when
    building up the fire for my warrior. He was outside removing things from
    his horse. I quickly hid them."

       "We're not discovered?" I ask while covering my body. It warms from
    wearing my breech-cloths and the fire next to me.

       The naked squaw-boy nods his head. "My warrior was too distracted by
    my nakedness to notice anything amiss! He's watering his horse. Let's go
    outside to talk."

       I rush into the boy's arms to embrace him in relief. Our bodies share
    warmth from each other. The fire also feels good over my bare skin. I'm
    led out into the cold night air. He doesn't seem to mind his nakedness. I
    suppose that the darkness covers him well enough.

       "Next time, we'll meet at the far outhouse so that we won't get caught,"
    he suggests. "I enjoyed feeling my handsome brave's dick up my butt!"

       Pride burns on my face from his words. I feel the boy's hand under my
    front flap. He pulls over my pole to grow it. I stand up tall like a
    warrior. He isn't going to see me acting like a little boy. I'm a man now.

       My hungry hands reach around for his butt. I enjoy feeling over its
    soft warmth. A pride fills me for having mounted an older boy and
    squirting my sperm in him. I'm still amazed by this all male act of love.

       My naked companion spins around. His hands reach back to point my long
    dick through his butt cheeks. My sensitive tip presses against his hole.
    I push in. The boy gasps. When his hands reach back and pulls over my
    backside in a suggestive manner, I realize his lusty intent. I'll gladly
    thrust into hole again to surrender up what little sperm remains in me.

       My quick stabs feel good. They easily slip through the boy's slimy
    butthole. Its inner muscles don't squeeze my pole as before. I wonder
    why? Perhaps standing and doing it makes for a different mounting
    sensation.

       I look around. We're standing near the bushes with the warrior's tipi
    only a handful of steps away. It would be better for us to continue this
    with more cover. The warrior didn't catch me that first time. I don't
    want to be giving him another chance!

       Too late! A low voice calls out in the night. The squaw-boy pushes on
    my belly to hurriedly separate our bodies. I look through the darkness
    for him. The warrior approaches with his horse in hand. If luck is with
    us, he wouldn't have noticed my dark form against the bushes. The
    squaw-boy hides me behind him.

       A man greets the warrior before he passes us. Relief fills me. I crawl
    into the bush and hide there. The boy joins me.

       "My warrior has gone to smoke with that other man," he explains.
    "We're safe here."

       "I should be returning to my parent's tipi."

       The squaw-boy gives me a quick embrace so I won't escape. I feel his
    lips on mine. Their strangeness makes me shy.

       "You smell bad, Leaping Wolf!" he wistfully announces.

       "Only because your 'husband' decided to piss at this bush when I was
    hiding inside it! I'll clean myself up before returning to my parent's
    tipi to sleep. But before I leave, give me your name."

       "I'm called Digging Bear," he answers with a giggle.

       I watch Digging Bear streak back to his tipi. His naked display stirs
    my loins and reminds me of our unfinished mating. Twice I've been pulled
    out of his butt before being able to finish my manly use of it! I reach
    down to my swollen pole. Its skin is slippery from having been inside
    that boy's slimy hole. I bring my hand up and sniff it. A sharp odor of
    sperm. Digging Bear's words return to me about having 'distracted his
    warrior' after that man's unexpected return.

       I begin to masturbate. Eagle Eyes found his squaw-boy naked and
    willing... to cover my escape. The man must have mounted his boy while I
    was hiding in the bushes. That's why my wait was a long one. My erection
    is sticky from that man's thick seed. Its slippery aid helps to pleasure
    my aching dick.

       A lusty daydream fills my head. Little Bow sticks his butt out to me.
    My mouth kisses over his cute humps. I lick my way through his smallish
    cheeks and even tongue through his tight hole. The youth begs me to mount
    him. I point my hard dick through the crack of his butt and stick in.
    Deep stabs...

       I cry out from my strong release. My lusty fantasy has brought me a
    quick thrill! My hand becomes sticky from it. I wipe it away across my
    butt cheeks.

       Digging Bear has caused such lust from me today. It's made me weary.
    While I walk to the stream to wash up, a smile comes to my face for how
    truly that squaw-boy was named. He had certainly 'dug me up' from all the
    other boys to get me into his arms for a thrilling mating!

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