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    FOR-LOVE-INDIAN-BOYS-9                    "Boy Seeds Vision"
    {Part #9 of 9}                            Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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                              "Boy Seeds Vision"

           | This poetic story follows "Boy Seeds Planted" in the |
           | "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys" booklet. The |
           | beginning poem, "Boy Seeds" can be found in the new  |
           | "Pottery Shards" booklet.                            |


       A cool wind blew over the boy, awakening him. His small body felt
    stiff over the river stone. He rose up and sought out the warmth of
    Father Sun. Long since fallen from His sky and about to sleep, the
    youth realized. He saw the orange glow of His blanket in the west.

       His vivid dream returned to him. A powerful vision that helped to
    explain troubling things to the youth. Answers to why that young
    brave's butt had taken his boy seeds into it and why his warrior friend
    wouldn't embrace their love in his tipi. Here was his dream.

       The boy saw three youths that looked exactly like himself. One
    approached to hold him. It was a wonderful hug of warmth and deep love
    of self. He knew that this was Heart Boy. In his ear was whispered,
    "all human beings need love. I love myself. My warrior friend loves me.
    Yet he doesn't have to prove it with his dick."

       Father Sun's golden hand touched Heart Boy and made him become one
    with the boy. The second look-alike youth approached. He was naked. In
    his hand was the boy's erection. His loins were on fire. A quick
    handling soon released his boy seeds. He cried out, "my lust is
    squirted from me!"

       He too became a part of the boy. Only one youth remained. He was
    fully clothed in a breechclout, leggings and moccasins. Wisdom was
    plainly seen on his face. He spoke. "I am your third self. You have
    seen your heart and your lust. I am your head that asks 'why?' Listen
    to yourself!"

       The boy's vision had ended there. He watched the fading glow in the
    west for a long while before allowing himself to think again. The
    effect was calming, like a mother's lullaby. The stars became less shy
    in night's sky. Grandfather Moon grew in brilliance. He listened to the
    boy's words and smiled.

       "Grandfather, you witnessed the first seeds spilt from my loins,"
    the boy whispered. "A young brave sat in my lap and had me squirt some
    into his butt. Not for love. Only for lust's pleasure. My warrior
    friend loves me. He didn't take me into his tipi to embrace it. I
    think that I know why."

       Grandfather Moon smiled. He watched a little boy growing up.

       "Our hearts wanted each other," explained the boy. "My warrior
    friend was proud when I told him that my loins could wet boy seeds.
    Yet he's a man that has lust for only the squaws. He wouldn't allow me
    to naked embrace him. That young brave enjoyed our body's joining only
    for lust. Not Love. How I wish that I could find a nice man who would
    both love me and have desire for what my body could offer him!"

       The boy stood on the river stone. At his feet, the trickling stream
    giggled at him. Wind touched his shivering body. He ran into camp to
    find his warrior friend. His heart ached to be held in that man's warm
    arms once more.

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