WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between boys and a man with a boy AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! ************************************************************************* TO-DANCE-WITHIN "To Dance Within" Indian Boys at Play Copyright 1998 by Vince Water ************************************************************************* Author's Note: I'm finishing stories to my last printed booklet entitled "Indian Boys at Play". As each is completed and master printed for the booklet, I will release their expanded computer text to the Nifty Archive for your advanced reading pleasure! I welcome comments and suggestions on all my Indian boy stories. Send E-mail to me at: Vince_Water@HotMail.Com PLEASE NOTE that this story is intended for the reading pleasure of adults above the age of twenty-one. It may be freely distributed so long as none of its content is changed. - Vince Water - ************************************************************************* * * * "To Dance Within" * A white youth of eleven has been left in the care of a Shoshone medicine man while is uncle is away on a trade. The Indian boys have shown David their exciting and different ways. He hopes to remain with his new friends on their reservation even after his uncle returns. David likes being an Indian boy. David held the delicate thing in the palm of his hand. It felt cool. There was some mud staining its angry crimson color. The boy knew that in nature, red often meant danger. That was very true for what he would be attempting with the mushroom on this night of the full moon. A red man had used it and survived. His name was Sha-sa-took, a medicine man of the Shoshone Indians. He had performed the dangerous ritual so that he could dance like the other men around the tribal fire. His dance was not in the flesh but had been performed from within; his spirit. The shaman Sha-sa-took had explained it to David as being a part of a waking dream that allowed him to perform beyond the limits of his crippled body. He ate a red mushroom in the ritual. That's what had given the man back the use of his legs so that he could dance. The mid-summer celebration had been to honor the Great Mystery, their Indian God. Participating in that honored ritual had been worth the risk to his life. David carefully wiped the mud away from his mushroom with spit from his fingers. He studied its crimson cap. It was a rather small mushroom. The only one that he could find as Sha-sa-took directed. The rotting trees he searched bore other kinds of mushrooms. The delicious grays were the most plentiful along with the white ones. Only a single red-capped mushroom had been found in the woods. The boy hoped it would be enough for him to perform his own dance 'within.' The shaman had told the boy that he was of age to attempt the dangerous journey. It rarely killed the traveler. A boy who performed the ritual was often given visions of his future. The hope of 'seeing what will come to pass' had interested David. He desperately wanted to learn which path his life would follow. The boy eagerly ran back into the Indian Reservation. He darted from the forest cover of sparse trees, leaped over a small creek and ran towards the dusty flat lands. That water way marked the boundary of Shoshone territory given to them from the United States Government. White people were discouraged from entering the reservation of the red man but he was permitted. Sha-sa-took had taken the boy into his lodge as the son he'd lost long ago. David smiled when he looked down at himself when he ran. He felt cooled on his skin where the wind flapped his two deerskin cloths against his body. The man had gifted him with a real Indian breechclout. It wasn't much in the way of cover: the front flap hid his dick and balls but from behind, his butt stuck out from the small rear flap. It was often pinched by the other boys. His white skin and brown hair would forever set him apart from the others yet in his heart, he wanted to become an Indian boy! David flew down the path to the lodges as a free spirit. The boy was very happy today. He laughed at the stare an Indian girl gave him when passing her gathering basket. His pale body must have looked funny in a scanty breechclout. David thought back to the day when he had stood against one of their mud houses in his sagging pants. He had lost his shirt earlier. Sha-sa-took offered him an Indian boy's flaps to wear. With only a moment's hesitation, he had dropped his pants and replaced it with a thong belt tied around his slim waist and two flaps of soft golden deerskin folded over it. At first, he had felt embarrassed to walk about the reservation practically naked. The two cloths didn't seem to cover his body enough. The other boys giggled at the sight of him. Their butts were flat and lean while his stuck out. One boy had been curious about the Christian cut to his penis. When he dared to lift up their front flaps for a peek, he was amazed in turn by their thick-skinned poles. That day with David's new friends had begun as one of exploration. The Indian boys examined his pale body while he sheepishly looked over theirs. Some of the younger boys went totally nude. All their bodies were slim, sun-burned red and smooth skinned. David had fine hair covering much of his arms and legs that amazed the Indian boys. Their gentle curiosity soon turned to boldness. As dirty hands from the Indian boys felt over David's body for its hair, one youth boldly reached into the front of his breechclout. His fingers pulled on David's groin hair and even dared to cup his dick and balls. He tried squirming away but the six Indian boys kept him trapped between them. Their naughty handling caused him to become erected. When he saw that the boys had stiff dicks, his uneasiness gave way to excitement. No boy spoke any words that David could understand. It was only through gestures and touching that they communicated their intent. On that afternoon behind the mud houses, David's new friends had shown him how his hard dick could be thrilled towards release. Some of the boys masturbated. They stood back to back, their butts touching while performing their very naked act. Their skin rubbing game had been a simple one so David tried it for himself. He giggled when seeing an older boy pulling over the erecting skin of a younger boy who tried resisting from playing along. That youth struggled free from his captor and ran to David. He led the white boy's free hand down to his erection so that it could be handled. David let go of his pole to offer his left hand instead. The youth's dark burning eyes spoke of the thrills David's pulling was offering him. The little Indian boy reached his climax quickly. After he cried out from the sweet pain, David released the boy's dick so that he could finish pulling over his own. All of the other boys watched. He tried ignoring their sly grins and embarrassing gestures of encouragement. It was all too new to him. Their naked game of touching private parts and each other was something the white boy had never imagined before. David giggled to himself. His sweet thoughts about naked boys was giving him a hard on. It pushed the front cloth from his body while he ran. He carefully cupped his left hand around his prize. That hand had been the one he used to play the Indian boy's rubbing game. If the mushroom hadn't been so difficult to gather he would risk moving it to his right hand so that he could satisfy his aching loins. The boy glanced down at his free hand. It disappointed him that he couldn't use it to handle his erection. Christian teachings forbade one from using the right hand for dirty acts. He had to use his left hand to wash his genitals or when wiping himself after emptying his bowels. None of his Indian friends observed those restrictions. They had used both hands when pulling over their erection skins and that of their friends. David shook his head in confusion. He wanted to become an Indian. Theirs was a different kind of life; more free yet it was hard to forget the very strict upbringing his parents had given him. The Church had been a central part of their daily lives. They sang many good songs and he listened to God's teachings from the solemn robed man. How could he easily forget all of that? The boy looked down at himself with a frown. His dick had shrunk under his front flap. Once more, he became a properly acting boy in God's eyes. He had lost his erection from thinking clean thoughts. A pang of guilt filled him. His life amongst the Indians seemed too good to be true. David wondered when his uncle would be coming back for him. He secretly hoped that it wouldn't be for a long, long while. There wasn't any ill-will between the two of them; he hardly knew uncle Renolds. He feared that his life as an Indian could come to an end upon the man's return. 'When my uncle comes back, where will he take us?' David wondered. As a trader in hard goods, the man had no proper home and he was no longer accepted amongst the Amish. The boy was also considered an outcast by Christian folk because of the manner of his parent's death. The Shoshone had welcomed them. David hoped that his uncle would allow him to remain with them. David slowed to a walk when he neared the Indian village. Their earth lodges came into sight. They were roughly shaped mounds made from dried mud and grass which formed a single room sunken into the ground. It remained cool inside because the floor was lower than ground level. The entrance was wood-framed and had dirt steps going down into it. Sitting before some of the lodges were Indian women performing chores while they gossiped. One wrinkled-skin squaw was grinding dried corn seeds between two stones. Another was sewing a pair of moccasins. David walked past them bare footed. Like the other boys, he wouldn't be wearing their soft leather shoes until becoming an adult. A Shoshone warrior wore moccasins, pants leggings, a long cloth breechclout, painted war shirt and feathers of the eagle in his hair. When David grew older, he too would dress like a proud red man. Sha-sa-took's earth lodge drew the boy to it. He quickened his pace while butterflies seemed to be fluttering in his stomach. The precious mushroom was held tightly in his clenched fingers. It reminded him of the ritual he'd be undergoing this night. David wondered if he'd survive it since his skin wasn't Indian red. The youth descended the few steps into darkness. It was quiet inside and very cool. There was the smell of burning wood and scorched fat. No fire. The center pit was only smoldering. David's eyes took a while to adjust as he stumbled around the lodge. He almost tripped over the man sleeping over the floor. Covering him was a large buffalo skin. Loud snoring came from his mouth so the boy sat down nearby and waited. David's thoughts went deep. He counted the number of months that had passed since his uncle left him with the Shoshone. It had been nearly `three moons' as the Indians would say. After the death of his parents last winter, Renolds had become responsible for looking after him. The man didn't remain with their people; his business of trading had him constantly on the move. Uncle Renolds had been considered a loner. That's what the man told David to explain why he couldn't properly care for him and his reason for leaving him on the Indian reservation. The man's years of trading with the Shoshone People had permitted this favor. The only Indians who could speak German had been the chief and the medicine man, Sha-sa-took. The white boy had been welcomed to stay in the chief's lodge with his two wives and three daughters. 'Too many chatting females!' David quickly moved to Sha-sa-took's lodge since he lived alone. The medicine man once had a family. Though he wouldn't give David their names, he had described their faces and all the things that he had loved about them. Sha-sa-took's wife had been a good worker who crafted many beautiful objects at his request. She died while giving birth to their only son. The boy had grown up strong but was killed at the age of twelve by U.S. soldiers for reasons no one ever explained. That had happened five winters ago. When David asked to stay with Sha-sa-took, he was taken into that man's lodge as the son he'd lost. The move greatly surprised the Indian chief since their medicine man had always remained alone; no new wife to keep him company. The man was kind and very patient with David. Their relationship became very nearly like that of father and son. David learned many fun things during his stay with the Shoshone. He could ride a horse, throw a spear, swim in the river with his head underwater, track and identify animals, dance, perform some rituals and as always, he played with the other boys. Their Indian speech has been slow to come to David, but if he could remain longer with them, he was sure to learn all their words properly. Sha-sa-took shifted his position over the mat. His breaths remained even and noisy so David figured that the man still slept. He would have to wait. Patience was one lesson that the medicine man had already taught him. The boy wondered how patient Death would be before claiming the ailing shaman. The youth looked around Sha-sa-took's lodge to pass the time. The man had few belongings; was he poor? What he did own seemed old and worn out like the buffalo skin that the man used to cover himself when asleep. He was respected by the other Indians but it wasn't reflected in material goods. The medicine man seemed content though. Food was brought to them daily by the women yet none lingered to stay and chat. Sha-sa-took received few visitors. He couldn't easily leave his lodge because of his crippled legs. David wondered when the shaman performed his duties as healer. In the three months since staying with Sha-sa-took, no one had ever come to be looked at by the medicine man. David knew that Sha-sa-took could cure hurts. The man had used a white paste of buffalo fat and crushed cactus plants to ease the boy's sore penis. The skin of it had become red and chafed from playing the Indian boys' rubbing game too often. A brown cream had been given him to protect his pale skin from the harsh sun. The medicine man had also known how to heal a person's inner pain. David had often cried during his first weeks at the reservation. Sha-sa-took's soft words of comfort had helped the boy to overcome the loss of his parents and to put him at ease from the worries that sometimes arose in his head. He was a good man. How old was the shaman? David was never told but he imagined that the man was in his thirties. His face was smooth and brown unlike the dried weathered faces of some of the old squaws. A slim body. He wore his black hair long like the other Indian warriors. It wasn't tied though. He rarely wore a shirt and his breechclout was a soft lengthy cloth that covered the middle of his body. Sometimes the boy was able to peek through the yellow folds for the man's butt and his hairy loins. Sha-sa-took grunted when he slowly sat up. His words startled the white youth from his deep thoughts. "You make sad again?" he asked while pointing to the boy's head. David nodded and tried to smile. "I found a red-capped mushroom. Only this one." He handed it to the shaman. "Hmm. You are small," the medicine man answered. "Your spirit soar high to full moon with it. More eating mushroom not good. Take you away from me." David understood the shaman's broken sentences. The man's German had improved since they've been together. His own attempts at their Indian language had not gone as well. The boy was glad that Sha-sa-took didn't press him about it. Something danced in the dark eyes of the shaman after he spoke. David saw an intense emotion on the man's face but didn't understand its cause. 'Is he much worried about my rite?' the youth wondered. 'Much danger for me?' Sha-sa-took grinned. That brought a relief to David who was starting to have new worries about what he faced tonight. The man touched his leg and spoke. "You play with boys today?" He grinned while making a rubbing gesture with his hand over the boy's front flap. David blushed. When his dick had hurt him, he reluctantly admitted to his naked acts the Indian boys had shared with him. The shaman's white paste had eased its burning pain. After much playing, his dick had become used to handling and no longer chafed. He wondered why it was being mentioned now. "You like play with a man?" Sha-sa-took gently asked. David rapidly blinked his eyes. He often did that out of nervousness or from the unexpected. The boy wondered what the shaman was asking of him. No man had ever touched him that way; only the Indian boys. Sha-sa-took awaited a reply so he spoke up. "I don't know. Why do you ask?" "Hmm. I think a thing in my head and to want if thing in yours, too." David's mind raced. He tried to gather up the meaning from the man's broken German. It wasn't really clear. The boy shrugged his shoulders and fixed his eyes on the mushroom in the shaman's hand. "You sweated with me; felt good in my arms our bodies touched." A memory struck the boy that could explain Sha-sa-took's words. It was something unexpected and exciting that had happened between them. A few days ago, David saw the shaman being carried by two warriors to a small hut set up on the bank of a river where the Indian boys often swam. The hut was formed of elk hides stretched over many tied branches. Tree bark covered the outside of the structure. A small fire burning outside was used to heat stones. Before their strange rite began, the warriors carried those stones into their hut. The door flap was closed and harsh singing could be heard from within. It was quite a spectacle to the white youth who had never seen such a thing before. David stood nearby while the three men remained in the hut. Puffs of steam had sometimes erupted from it that reminded the boy of his mother's tea kettle. He couldn't imagine how the men endured such heat. They hadn't for long. The two naked warriors hurriedly left their hut to cool off in the river with a swim. What had surprised David was seeing the men's long dicks sticking out from their bodies. Like the boys, theirs had a thick brown skin around the long manhood shafts. He wondered if they had been playing the `rubbing game' inside. Sha-sa-took had remained in the steaming hut. David went to it and peeked in through the open door flap; the shaman was sitting just inside over his folded legs. He gestured for the boy to join him. David had felt the escaping steam and heat through the doorway. It took much coaxing from Sha-sa-took to bring the boy inside with him. He explained what the warriors and him had been doing: it was a sweat bath rite. Water had been poured over the heated stones to steam their bodies for a ridding of evil influences and poisons which poured out of their skin. The shaman suggested that David's young body should undergo the cleansing rite. The boy reluctantly agreed. As he entered the small hut, his breechclout was pulled from his waist by the man's hands and he was brought down to sit in his lap. Sha-sa-took's swollen manhood pressed against the boy's bottom. It had been very hot and steamy inside the sweat hut. Heat from the stones burned David's face and chest. Some cool water poured over his head eased his discomfort but what made him uncomfortable was sitting naked with the man. A strange experience. The boy had felt a little scared, a bit too hot but very excited from the slippery nakedness of their touching bodies. David's pole became erected. He thought about pulling over it but felt scared with the shaman there. It was silly since he had already admitted playing that game of the Indian boys. For all he knew, those two warriors could have been playing it with Sha-sa-took earlier. They shared the sweat bath for only a short while. The two warriors returned and carried the shaman with his boy out of their hut in a playful attack. They were tossed into the river together. Words were spoken between the warriors and some gestures made about David that he couldn't understand. Often, the dark eyes of Sha-sa-took had fallen on him during their swim. Since that day, David noticed the man's bright eyes on him. There seemed to be a change in the way Sha-sa-took looked at him and how he acted. A bit scary. The boy wondered if he had done something to anger the shaman. "Why making sad?" the man asked to stir David from his deep thoughts. He squeezed the youth's leg affectionately. The boy looked into Sha-sa-took's dark eyes with some boldness. He asked, "Did you play the `rubbing game' with those two warriors?" "Ah. You think a thing in your head and in my head," he replied. "The warriors strong in their display as men but not to play game. Have wives for that. No. The heat make that. You inside hut with me strong be from heat. When I hold you, the thing go in my head to play but I did not." David's face was burning. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he had thought about playing too. The shaman squeezed the boy's leg again. He smiled when seeing the youth's livid face that shown easily because of its normally pale color. An idea came into the man's head; an exciting thing to try that would test the boy's readiness. David watched as the man's hand roamed up his leg. He felt its heat shooting into him like an arrow. The man's fingers pushed under the front flap of his breechclout and softly touch upon his balls. They were gently tickled. The neat sensation raised up the fine hairs of his body with many goose bumps forming over his legs. He felt a blood-warm stirring inside his pole. It lifted up. While the boy's body enjoyed the man's caresses, his head formed troubling thoughts. He wondered why a full-grown man wanted to try naked things with a boy. All that Sha-sa-took had said to him went round and round in his head: playing the dick-pulling game of the boys, how the two warriors had their wives for that and how the shaman asked if he'd like to play with a man. David tried coming up with an answer as to why Sha-sa-took was interested in him that way. He knew that the Indian youths played their skin rubbing game because it felt good; a need of the male body like pissing. He knew that it was naughty behavior yet he did it himself in defiance to the Church that had abandoned him. The Indians had taught him new ways. Things that had made him feel good about himself and his new life with them. Sha-sa-took was a good man; the boy trusted him. Living together had made them become close like that of father and son. But they really weren't. David had lost his father and mother and the medicine man had lost his wife and son. They had come together to form a new loving family; white boy with Indian man. David's heart beat faster in his chest. His breaths were coming as gasps while within his breechclout was a fully-formed erection. He knew that the man could see it pushing his front flap. The base of his dick was tickled by the man's fingers. It seemed that the shaman was too shy to take it in hand unlike his Indian friends who freely played their skin-pulling game with him behind the earth lodges. "You strong in body," asked Sha-sa-took "but why sad inside?" David avoided the man's seeking eyes and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what to say. The shaman's fingers ended their naughty tickling. His balls were still being held and his hard dick pressed against the sweaty warmth of the man's palm. He lowered his eyes in embarrassment, noticing the telling bulge in the shaman's breechclout. Seeing the man's erection put him a little at ease. David remembered sitting over the shaman's lap in the sweat hut and feeling his swollen cock against his butt. 'A hard brown snake!' It had been a thrilling moment they shared though they didn't play the game together. The boy gasped with intense excitement at the thought that they were going to play it now. David suddenly hiccuped. His chest felt pained when it happened again and it didn't seem like they would be going away soon. Sha-sa-took saw the boy's distress. He pulled his hand from the youth's breechclout and lifted the boy by his under arms. David was turned around and brought to sit in the shaman's lap. Sha-sa-took wrapped his arms around David's chest and started squeezing. The boy felt their tightening embrace and the warmth of the man's chest pressing against his back. The strong arms around him kept squeezing. David began to panic; he couldn't breathe! When David fought to escape the shaman's tight arms, the man spoke to explain what he was doing. "Our hug make it go away!" The boy was gasping for air. In spite of the shaman's good intentions, the squeezing was scaring him. The hiccups continued to wrack through his small body; they were really hurting! So were the man's strong arms. Just when the youth thought he couldn't take the pain any longer, Sha-sa-took released him. The boy took in a tremendous breath. The shaman gently held the youth in his lap and listened to his breaths; no more hiccuping. He waited a long moment to be sure. "Ah. Gone away?" David held a breath and released it. It was true... They had gone. The man's scary hugging had chased his hiccups away. It was yet another thing the shaman had shown him about his healing power. Sha-sa-took smiled. He felt David's body relaxing in his arms; trust had been returned. His hands went to the boy's slim shoulders in a massage. After giving pain, the man wanted to pleasure the youth. His fingers kneaded the soft muscles. The boy's head drooped forward. Sha-sa-took enjoyed handling the youth's pale body with his hands. A privilege to be touching such a cute young boy. The man noticed his body's reaction to their closeness. He was getting excited in a man's way like he felt when in the arms of his wife under their sleeping hide. It surprised him. He recalled his sweet embrace with David in the sweat hut and how his cock had urged him for a joining of their male bodies... but he was a proven man; a son had been put into his wife so why was he attracted to this boy? It wasn't unknown amongst their People for two males to sexually join. Boys usually played it as games with each other so that when taking wives, they'd know how to perform. It was rarely continued into adulthood. There was the whispered talk about two young braves from another tribe who joined themselves as life companions. It was said that they shared their hunt, slept in the same lodge and laid under one sleeping hide together. Sha-sa-took shook his head in dismay. Those two braves knew what they were doing as grown men but David was only a boy. Even if he could get himself to accept his attraction to another male, how could the youth? And how would he get their bodies to join in a way more meaningful than the boy's simple game? David noticed that the massage had stopped. He shook his head so that his long hair would tickle against the shaman's hands to get him back to it. The ploy worked. Sha-sa-took returned to massaging with his strong hands going down his back. They reached forward to the boy's belly and slowly rose up to his chest. David's nipples pushed out under the man's encircling finger motion. The man's touching was getting his pole very hard. It made him want to play with himself. A kiss went to David's neck. He felt the shaman's breath on him and another kiss was planted there. Their strangeness made the youth uneasy but his dick surged with nice thrills. Against his butt, he felt the man's erection thumping between their breechclouts. The man's strong hands held him very close. At that moment, David realized that the man wanted to do more than play the naked games of his Indian friends with him. Do love things. David thought about it. He trusted Sha-sa-took in everything and loved him. The man was like a father to him and more... but in that way too? He never knew that his small body could experience male pleasure until his games with the other Indian boys. The shaman was like an older boy who needed to play with him since he didn't have a wife for that. The kisses ended. Hands from the shaman fell away from the boy to rest over the dirt. Silence. David felt awkward so he shifted his position over the man's legs as if his weight may have been putting them to sleep. He felt that something should be said to explain his movement so he blurted out, "Were they hurting?" "No. My legs not anything," replied Sha-sa-took. The words puzzled David. He asked, "What does that mean `your legs not anything?'" Sha-sa-took reached around the boy sitting over him and struck his legs with his fists. "No thing in them. My legs no feel pain and no can move." "Why? What happened to them?" David asked. Only silence came after his bold question upon the shaman causing him to regret having asked it. Sha-sa-took was deep in thought. He went back in time to when he could walk. 'Ah. the freedom of going wherever I wanted!' David fidgeted over his legs; his unfeeling useless legs. He would tell the boy. "Evil spirits sneaked in my legs to eat them one dark night. They knew I was weak from sad in my head when son die. I almost die but not. My body sweated in big heat to chase evil spirits away. Days go and go. I awaken with legs no good." David nodded. He had heard about people getting really sick with a fever that could make them die. It was caused by disease. That's what it sounded like what happened to the shaman. "Look my legs," asked Sha-sa-took. "The evil spirits' bite marks." David leaned forward to examine the man's legs. Over both of them were ugly black marks that proved it was a disease. His heart was pained for the shaman. Sha-sa-took swallowed the anger in his throat. He didn't like talking about his legs since after losing them, his People had stopped coming to be healed. He had already lost his wife at childbirth, lost his son and then suffered a near-death attack from evil spirits which took away his ability to walk and care for himself as a man. His tribe had to take care of him. It made his life empty without having responsibilities for himself and his People. When David came along, it made the shaman useful again. The ignorant white youth had to be taught many things if he were to become a true human being. The boy was bent over to see the black marks on the man's legs. Sha-sa-took watched the cheeks of his pale butt opening under his breechclout. He lifted the rear flap for a peek. The boy's innermost nakedness revealed a smooth pink hole. It excited the shaman. David felt a warm breath over his backside. The man was lifting the rear of his breechclout and the boy knew he was looking into his butt. Hanging down close to his cheeks was his small balls. A thrill went through him from the man's peeking. He continued to bend over as if to look some more at the black marks. Sha-sa-took had looked into butts before as tribal medicine man. They were a troublesome part of a person's body that sometimes needed a healing paste to ease discomfort. He was surprised that peeking at this white youth's pink hole was making his cock surge with lust. The man suddenly knew how their male bodies could join if the boy would allow it. He had a nice butthole; tighter than a woman's opening and likely a better feel around his stabs if his long dick could fit in it. The man gently pressed his fingers into the crack of the youth's butt to tickle over his smooth pink opening down to his soft balls. David felt his hole being touched. It sent a tremendous surge through his erection as if he were handling it. His balls were also tickled. He knew that what the man was doing to him was very naughty. Not even the Indian boys had dared to try such a naked thing! Sha-sa-took discovered to his amusement that his hand had crept within his breechclout to handle his hard cock. Its manly excitement oozed to his fingers. He switched hands so that his sticky essence could be brought to the boy's opening. Gently, he pushed a finger inside. The boy's pink hole took it in like a mouth that was thirsty for what more his loins could put in there. The shaman began an in and out fingering to test the youth's williness to be fucked. David became very embarrassed from the man's playing with his butthole. He didn't understand his interest for it. Slowly, the boy sat up and acted as if nothing had happened. "I saw the black marks over your legs," the boy whispered. "There are many of them." "Yes. Evil spirit bites," answered Sha-sa-took. He too kept from saying anything about the boy's butthole. His fingers had tested the youth and found him willing if not somewhat shy about how their bodies could join man to boy. The shaman lovingly reached his arms around the trembling youth and held him close. It was awkward that the two of them seemed to want to make love but neither willing to admit or act upon it openly. Sha-sa-took knew that imbibing the red mushroom will make the boy more receptive to what was planned for him. The Great Mystery may put visions in the youth's head to guide his spirit while the man definately planned to put his seed in the young flesh. 'Oh, it will be a wonderful full-moon rite!' A noise drew their attention to the doorway. Coming down into their lodge was a woman with her gathering basket offering them her morning greeting. The man was holding his new son in his lap. She smiled to see that the white youth was being so well cared for. David sprang up from the shaman's legs. He went to the woman and was given her basket filled with food: fresh fruit, a piece of honeycomb and some strips of freshly smoked meat. The boy felt his stomach rumbling with hunger. The woman didn't stay long. She gave Sha-sa-took a few words of news then left their earth lodge. David lowered the basket to the man's lap and sat at his side in anticipation of their breakfast. The man wouldn't eat. He waved his hand over the food in a gesture that it was not to be taken. "Remember I say no can eat," explained Sha-sa-took. "Your rite tonight." David sadly shook his head. The shaman had told him that food wasn't taken on the day of a ritual. He would have to fast until its passing. The small red mushroom came to mind - he would be making a risky meal of it! "Go," asked the shaman. "I have things to do so go out and play. Eat not! And no do thing with your pole. Save it for me tonight!" The boy was already climbing the short stairs of their lodge when he heard the last strange request. It excited David with the promise that the man would be playing love things with him in the ritual. The boy moped around the Indian camp and avoided the other boys. He didn't want to be tempted into playing any of their naked games. There were mostly old women to be found. They sat over woven ground mats before their lodges to sew clothes, prepare food and to gossip with each other. Their cracked voices lowered whenever he came near. It wasn't like he could understand what the women were saying but he felt that they might be talking about him. David noticed that there were fewer men on the reservation than women. Some old men could be seen but not many young men; had they been killed off? The boy remembered hearing about Sha-sa-took's only son who had been shot by the soldiers. Did that explain why there were so few warriors? He kept his eyes out for them. When a young man came into sight, the boy leaned against the rounded wall of an earth lodge to study him. Did he look concerned? The Indian warrior went shirtless. His hairless chest was muscled and had brown rounded nipples sticking out that was very attractive to the boy to see in a man. Hanging down between them was a small leather bundle on a thong necklace. A headband kept the man's long black hair out of his face. His waist was covered with a lengthy deerskin cloth for his breechclout. He also wore pants leggings and moccasins for his feet. To David, he looked strong and proud without any concern for being spied on. A squeezing was felt in the boy's stomach when he saw the warrior lift his front flap to piss. It was a common enough thing amongst the Indians. All the boys urinated to the dirt without a care of being seen and it was also true for the men. The warrior held his thick dick between his fingers and let go. His yellow stream raised some dust when it struck the dry earth. The man's balls couldn't be seen; they were tucked within the forward fold of his breechclout. His dick wasn't hard with excitement so its knob was hidden within its foreskin. The boy had a strange yearning to see it. When the young warrior glanced in his direction, David lifted his front flap to piss. He couldn't think of anything else to do that would keep the man from wondering. To the boy's dismay, his pole had become hard. It was difficult to coax his urine out with the man watching him. The warrior finished. He walked up to the white youth with his front flap still lifted against his belly. David eyed the man's thickly skinned dick hanging down. His pink pole was curiously looked over in turn by the Indian man who seemed amazed that its foreskin had been cut. The warrior knew that it lessened the boy's ability to grow into manhood so a rite would be performed to restore it. The Indian slid the front end of his breechclout sideways over his thong belt to expose his loins. He pulled away the white boy's front cloth. He was relieved to see that there was still a roundness to his small balls; the youth hadn't been castrated like a gelded male horse. The man's rite began when he pressed the loose folded tip of his brown cock against the boy's pink head to fit it through until their knobs touched inside. It was a very tickly sensation to the youth since his erection was feeling very sensitive from being hard. The shaft of David's stiff pole was taken into the man's hand and pulled into the rubbery foreskin some more. Thrills shot through it. He could feel moist heat surrounding his dick and its sensitive tip rubbed against the swelling knob of the man's. A back and forth pulling motion was made over both their connected dicks to extend the man's long forskin over more of the boy's pink erection. The Indian warrior managed to wrap it nearly down to the youth's balls making David's erection look Indian brown and thick. The young warrior seemed pleased by his accomplishment. He kept his thick foreskin extended as far as it would go around the boy's erection within the forming 'o' of his thumb and fingers. David felt the man's hand tighten, pinching his shaft inside. The boy wondered what it was accomplishing. The man's act looked similar to the boy's thrilling dick game but it wasn't. A strange gesture was made to David. The Indian man pointed at his navel and made a sweeping motion down from it through his dick to the man's dick he was connected to and ending at the man's navel. The flowing gesture was repeated in the reversed direction with the man ending his gesture by pointing at David's navel. 'What does it mean?' he wondered. The Indian grunted. He squeezed his extended forskin around the boy's dick and after a moment, David felt something warm entering his dick from the man's. It became a steady flow that made a filling sensation in his bladder. A liquid dripped from the man's tight fingers to the dirt. The boy's eyes widened with understanding. When the warrior's flow ended, he made the navel pointing gesture 'from boy to man'. David knew that it was his turn to piss. He made a pushing from his bladder to force his urine through the man's dick from his dick. The extended foreskin only leaked a little in the man's tight hand. When he finished, the man repeated his pointing gesture and David felt his bladder slowly filling. It was a very odd sensation. The warrior squeezed his extended foreskin around the boy's dick and repeated his 'from boy to man' gesture. David pissed into the man until his bladder was empty again. He felt an increasing pressure against the head of his dick from the man's swelling knob. His pink dick was slowly being pushed from the brown foreskin. It seemed that their back and forth pissing rite was getting the warrior very excited. With a knowing grin, the warrior began a lusty pulling over his long foreskin while keeping a hold of David's pink dick to keep it inside. Pleasure shown in the man's dark eyes when he masturbated. The boy felt thrilled to see the dick pulling game of the boys' being performed by a man and he realized that at its ending, something other than urine was going to flow from 'man to boy'! David reached out to the warrior's hips and held them to keep their bodies steady next to each other. The back and forth pulling of the man's foreskin extending over the boy's erection gave him some nice thrills but not enough to get the boy to explode. He also remembered Sha-sa-took's words: 'no do thing with your pole - save it for me!' so the youth tried keeping himself from achieving climax. It was difficult. The Indian warrior used both his hands to align the piss holes of their touching knobs within his foreskin. David took a nervous look around for anyone watching. Pissing to the ground in public was one thing but what the man was performing with him was something better done behind the earth lodges. That's where the boys kept their dick playing from being seen by the girls. Luckily, it was the afternoon. The heat kept most people inside their lodges and there were no girls or women in sight. David hoped that the man's lusty rite would end soon before they were caught. This thing must have also been in the warrior's head since he rushed his dick towards climax. His breaths were held. He glared at the white youth and thought him fortunate to be receiving this manly rite from him. It was a thing he'd often done in his youth with boyhood friends to empower their small balls to make seed. His unusually long foreskin was the key to making it happen. The warrior's balls tingled in warning. His low grunt of satisfaction announced that he was cumming and David had his dick squeezed to prevent the foreskin from leaking the passage of the man's precious gift to him. The boy felt a strong flow into his dick. It was warmer than urine the man had pissed to his bladder earlier. The boy rapidly blinked his eyes. He realized that the man's sperm had gone into him! The warrior gestured to the white youth what had been accomplishment from his empowering rite. He pointed at his handful of balls and made a sweeping motion up from them to his dick and through the boy's dick until pointing down at the boy's pink balls. Then the man raised his arm and tightened its muscles in a show of strength while pointing back at the youth. David understood. As the man had filled his bladder with his urine, his lusty rite had sent manly seed from his mature loins to fill the boy's small balls so that they too would develop into a man's. They stood together for a while to ensure the flow of manly seed down into the boy's immature loins. The warrior slowly pulled over his thick foreskin around David's erection so that the boy would know what it felt like to have intact glans. It was very pleasurable for both man and boy. David remembered where they were. He kept a nervous look around for anyone passing their way. The warrior didn't seem concerned and often smiled down at him. He reached out to the youth's soft brown hair and stroked it to put him at ease. A young brave happened by. He greeted the proud warrior and passed the white youth with a smug grin on his face; his hand lifting to the boy with only his index finger outstretched in a hard male gesture. It embarrassed David that the brave had noticed his erection but too he felt excited by its discovery. If the boy had been caught showing a hard pole by his own Christian people, they wouldn't have so easily passed him by with only a smile for punishment. David was glad that he was living amongst the free Indians. The warrior pulled back his rubbery foreskin to release the boy's dick. It was left covered in white sperm. With his fingers, the man held the youth's piss hole open while pushing the globs of his thick cum into it. David gasped. He saw how differently a man's release looked when compared to his water squirts that came out after playing the Indian boys' game. He hoped that the man's rite would get his body to quickly mature. The Indian man pointed at his navel with a grin. He aimed his brown dick down at the ground and pissed. It was a strong flow that lasted for a while. David knew that the man's bladder was full from both of their bodies. Within his body was the man's seed. Knowing that gave him a strange sense of satisfaction and excitement. David watched the Indian warrior pull the front cloth of his breechclout forward to cover his loins. Pride shown on his face for the man's powerful body and what it could perform. With a silent hand wave, the Indian turned from him and walked away. He would always remember what the kind man had done for him that day. David felt a powerful urge from his erection to play with it but he remembered the shaman's words so he ran to the river for a cool swim. 'That will make it go down,' he hoped. The boy didn't go to the usual places since he needed to avoid his Indian boy friends. He knew they'd be in the water to escape the heat of the afternoon. A new swimming spot had to be found further from camp. During his long walk, David's upcoming ritual was ever in his mind. He wondered if things would be revealed to him of the future; will he become an Indian as Sha-sa-took's adopted son or will his uncle be returning to take him away. He also wondered if he'd survive eating the red mushroom that allowed him his dance within. When the boy felt that he'd traveled far enough along the winding river, he untied the thong belt from around his waist and dropped his breechclout to the muddy bank. Naked, the boy waded into the slow moving water. His sweaty body enjoyed the cool relief. After a long swim of diving for stones, splashing at turtles sunning themselves on the bank and practicing holding his breath underwater, the boy left the river to dry himself. The hot sun felt good over his body. He enjoyed this moment of being alone before his ritual. A way of looking at everything for the last time in case the mushroom killed him. David giggled. He really didn't think Sha-sa-took would risk losing another son. Thoughts began flying around in the boy's head. He still didn't have answers as to why the shaman was interested in him. His body was smallish and undeveloped. There were only a few black hairs on his groin to show off like the older Indian boys though he could squirt out after playing with his dick. That was the envy of the younger boys. David wondered about something else. 'Does a man need to come out when his dick gets hard?' He knew that the warrior's release was done in ritual to quicken the development of his growing body. 'Was it ever done for fun?' The boy remembered feeling the shaman's swollen cock against his butt in the sweat hut but the man didn't play with himself like a boy would have. The man was also excited when peeking at his hole... he even dared to touch it. 'Does Sha-sa-took really like my butt?' The youth reached back to handle himself there. Although his butt was small when compared to the shaman's, his cheeks were nicely rounded. Soft and warm under the boy's exploring hand. An exciting tremor went through him from touching his cheeks. He wondered what the man liked about them. 'My hole?' With his body still dripping from the river, the boy slipped his finger into his butt's entrance like Sha-sa-took had done. It felt tight and unyielding. 'What would the man be wanting to do with that part of my body?' A revealing notion dropped into David's head. He thought of that naked Indian girl he had spied on at the river. She had a small opening in the front of her body where a boy's dick could fit into her. He had gotten that idea from watching an older Indian boy embrace an unsuspecting youth from behind and make a playful bucking into his butt as if he were a girl. The youth had cried out in pain, separating their bodies. All the boys had laughed at him. 'Is the shaman interested in fitting his cock into my rear end?' David shook his head in disbelief. He wondered how such a dumb idea could have entered his head. Sha-sa-took had stuck into his wife to bring him a son; not to play like the Indian boys with their naked games and showing off. Yet for a moment, he imagined what it would be like sitting over the man's legs 'with his hard cock sticking between the cheeks of my butt moving in and out.' A giggle escaped the boy's lips. He reached down for his breechclout and tied it around his waist. Hidden beneath the front flap was his hard pole. It had grown long from thinking about Sha-sa-took being with him that way. The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering among the earth lodges while he imagined similar things. It was very difficult for David not to join the Indian boys in male relief. By early evening, David returned to the shaman's earth lodge. He found the man sleeping under his buffalo hide snoring loudly. With his empty belly rumbling, the boy felt too weary to sit and wait. He joined Sha-sa-took in sleep. David woke with a start. He felt the building heat from the central fire pit against his skin and heard the shaman's low chanting. Through the lodge's smoke hole, he saw the glow of the full moon. Its brilliance chased all the stars away. His stomach filled with frantic butterflies from the thought that his dangerous rite was soon to begin. "Rise up," asked Sha-sa-took. "You dance within and from out tonight." David grinned. Though the man's words were wrong, he understood what was being said. He rose up from the ground and stood before the shaman. The fire revealed the painted colors drawn over the man's face and arms. A kind of finger painting he had done in school over white paper. A small bowl was brought out for David to eat from. The boy eagerly took a piece and gobbled it down as the man watched. He recognized the taste. It was good smoked meat with a bitter flavor lingering in his mouth. The boy's eyes flashed in alarm. He knew what had been mixed in with his ritual meal. "Eat all so you to dance within," explained the shaman. "It a good journey from here (while pointing at the ground) to the Above (while pointing upwards). I will join you." David watched the shaman eat a few strips of smoked meat from his bowl. Not as much as he had taken. The empty bowl was put down and a medicine rattle taken in hand by the man. Its shaking announced the beginning of the boy's sacred rite. He was asked to dance around the blazing fire. A great joy went through David to participate in a rite as if he were a real Indian. He stomped his legs and swung his arms in a hearty display. The fire's heat made his body sweat. The man's rattling was loud in his ears and soon his head began to spin. When the youth thought that he couldn't stand up any longer, he dropped down at the man's legs. A small water skin was given him to drink from. The liquid was flavored. It went down his throat and put out the fire that had been burning deep in his belly. His head still swam. "You go soon," warned Sha-sa-took. "Remember to keep both feet on mother earth so you to return from the Above!" David stood up as he was asked. As if in slow motion, he watched the shaman pull away his two flaps from around his body to bare him. His pole was standing up against his belly with its urgent need for relief. "I have to go outside," he asked. "I'll be right back!" Sha-sa-took shook his head though he understood what pained the youth. "Your rite begin so must stay! I will drink it." David blinked his eyes with surprise. He watched the shaman take hold of his sides and lean forward with his mouth opening around the tip of his erection. It slipped in. With a soft pat over his rear end, Sha-sa-took urged the youth to piss. It took the boy a moment but he managed to let go. The man eagerly drank it and he even sucked over his hard pole for more. The thrills felt nice from his dick. He had to close his eyes from the strangeness of what the man was doing to him. Flashes of lightning seeped through the boy's eyelids from the ritual fire. In his ears was a raging storm. The shaman's strong hands steadied his body while he felt his spirit being freed. His weary flesh remained on the earth. David leaped up through the lodge's smoke hole to soar high into night's sky. The brilliant stars crackled all around the boy. They danced wildly around the silvery moon that stared at him with a silent grin. He came upon a high cliff. Without the use of wings, David had to climb it. He reached up to the next stony protrusion and lifted his left foot onto a toehold. His butt flexed from the climb. In the front of him, he felt his stiff pole pushing into a hole in the rock. The high cliffs formed a statue. David stood against the stony shape of a kneeling man who held him close, mouth on his groin. The boy felt cool hands over his butt, urging his forward stabs. Wonderful thrills were building in his erection. He couldn't reach down to play with himself because of his death grip on the rock ledge. The sensation was becoming too intense. More thrilling than if someone were pulling over his stiff dick with their hand. He was going to be pissing something other than urine in the man's mouth if he didn't stop soon... "I'm going to squirt!" David shouted. He felt his dick stiffen and spit into the thirsty mouth. It made the stone man grin. Much pleasure was felt from the boy's loins when they came to fruition. The youth cried out in his high-pitched voice as he fell. His hands flung out to grab onto something that could break his fall. The ground came up. There was no crushing stop when his feet returned to the earth. He had remembered Sha-sa-took's words. David felt his body being turned to the setting sun. Its heat was tremendous! He looked for a place in the river to swim but none could be found. On the bank, his butt opened so that he could finger his hole. It stuck in with the ease of a slippery tongue. The in and out motion made his dick surge. It was a neat sensation that the boy had never experienced before. He bent over some more. The boy felt himself falling again. A man's strong hands carried him down into his lap for a hug. David felt safe. He knew where he was and welcomed the shaman's interest for his butt. There was a pushing between the cheeks of his sweaty ass that found its tight entrance and slipped in. Pain! The boy squirmed within the strong arms that squeezed his chest. His hiccuping wouldn't go away. He endured the man's tight hold since he knew that they would be scared away soon. Tiny evil spirits rose up from the Sha-sa-took's legs to try biting him. Under the shaman's direction, they were burned up by the ritual fire's glowing sparks. He wouldn't be losing his legs... yet his butt hurt him greatly. It was a rhythmic pain that threatened to split his cheeks. The boy felt that he knew what was inside him deeply. David gritted his teeth and held breaths to end the pain. His small body was bounced over the shaman's folded legs in the sweat hut. He felt the man's hard cock in his butt playing in there. His own dick was aching for another release so he tried finding it. A hand was already pulling over its stiffness like a medicine rattle. The thrilling music beat itself into the boy's soul. Kisses went to the youth's neck. He enjoyed their tickling feel that helped to distract him from their hot sweat rite. The man's breath cooled his skin with soft moans in his ear that told the boy how much his body was being enjoyed. The sharp pain in his butt turned to only a filling sensation. The pain could be endured. Their bodies kept bumping together. A horse nickered softly when David urged his mount to a gallop. He was riding bareback with only his breechclout separating their sweat-slicked slippery bodies. The fast speed was exhilarating to the youth. He clutched the thong reins and kept his balance over the horse's bouncing back. His butt really hurt him. When he tried pulling up on the reins, the wild horse only went faster. The boy hung on for dear life. The horse changed into a brown man. David clung to his arms so that he wouldn't fall down. Between his legs, he felt an urgent pulling around his stiff pole. Its thrills mixed with the pain from his butt. His breaths held and the boy cried out when squirts came out of his dick. At that moment, his asshole tightened around Sha-sa-took's cock getting it to cum in him. Together, the man and boy enjoyed their sweet male releases. The full moon gazed down on their joining rite. Its silvery face looked like uncle Reynolds who smiled with approval. A familiar aching from his penis awakened David. He was about to get up from the dirt when noticing that his body was being held. The shaman's buffalo skin covered them both. Under it, he felt their naked bodies touching. A flash of memory came to the boy. He remembered his ritual visions from last night. David realized that he couldn't move without disturbing the shaman from his sleep and besides, he liked being held. The man's right arm was cradling his head from the dirt. His left arm was wrapped around his chest. It was very warm beneath the thick buffalo hide that made their bodies sweat. He would welcome the cool air but not right now... The boy had to piss. He knew how to turn his dick's aching to pleasure so he reached down for it. Slow strokes were made over its stiffness to build up the thrills. He thought of what happened last night with a giggle. 'The shaman had swallowed my urine!' When the red-capped mushroom had taken hold of him, he imagined himself climbing a steep cliff that became a stone man who had sucked off his dick and then had him sitting over the horseman's cock to squirt in his butt. David felt a slight aching from his hole. 'That really happened?' David felt stunned. Yet he accepted their joining since it was a good thing. He was both a son to the shaman and his wife to fulfill that need of the man. In exchange, the shaman would be a father to him until his uncle returned. The boy felt a breath against his neck and suspected that the shaman had awakened. He stopped pulling over his erection so that he wouldn't get caught. 'Sha-sa-took knows that I do it!' Yet the boy felt embarrassed if he were to be seen playing with himself. Against his rear end, he felt a lifting of the man's cock pressing under him. Its hardness sent a shiver up the boy's spine. A bold idea came to the youth. He wiggled his butt to get the man's erection to rise between his cheeks. The tip of it tickled against his hole. 'Will he want to stick in me?' David waited. He listened to the shaman's breaths to determine if he was really sleeping or not. The boy wasn't sure. He felt the man's cock throbbing between the cheeks of his butt but it didn't push in. The aching in his own dick got the youth back to playing with it. He turned its pain into sweet male thrills. Behind him, he flexed his butt cheeks to play with the man's erection while handling his own. A soft moan escaped Sha-sa-took's lips. David knew that he was awake and enjoying his butt. A shiver went through the youth when realizing how vulnerable he was. In the arms of a full-grown man, he risked being stuck into as if he were a willing girl. Even forced to being rape if he wasn't so willing! The boy's dancing from within came to mind. He had already endured being mounted and the act had made them closer. His uncle had smiled with approval for what they had done. 'No. That was only a dream.' David felt confused about what was real and what wasn't from last night. All he did know was that he loved Sha-sa-took and that he would be willing to give himself to the man in any way. The shaman was too shy to take what he offered. The boy pulled his hand from around his dick to reach back for his butt. He opened himself to the man's cock in the hope that he'd stick in. There was no forward stab so he tried something else. The youth reached back to the shaman's rear end. His sweaty cheeks felt cool under the boy's palm. With his fingers pressed into the soft skin, he signaled his readiness for the man to mount him. An urgent pulling was made over the man's butt to get his own butt stuck into. Sha-sa-took lowered his hand from the boy's chest to find his erection. His fingers wrapped around its moist stiffness. He felt the urgent hand over his ass that asked him to fuck the boy's hole. His cock urged him yet he feared hurting the white youth. There was no red mushroom in his belly to dull the pain and make him passive as in last night's ritual. David gasped when feeling the man's hand around his long pole. He moved his butt in the sweet rhythm of being masturbated. A sharp thrill went through the boy when the tip of the man's cock pressed onto his hole. To force its deeper entry, he backed his butt onto it hard. His hand over Sha-sa-took's rear end also begged him to stab! There was pain when their male bodies connected. David endured it since he'd be given a greater thing in return. Not just to coax the man's seed into his body for a satisfying of manly need but to win the shaman's utter love for him. A love that would prevent his uncle from taking him away! The tight fit from their joining made David gasp in pain. Sha-sa-took heard it and kept himself from thrusting in that little butt. He held the dear boy close to his chest and waited with his eyes tightly shut. The man tried not thinking about what he was doing to the youth. His flesh felt as one with the boy yet his heart warned him that it was rape. He thought about pulling out. David felt the shaman's hold of his body loosening; his erection was released. With his hand, he urgently pulled over the man's rear end to signal that they should remain stuck together. In a whisper, he asked: "Don't let me go!" Sha-sa-took felt tears stinging his eyes. He was torn between the boy's desire matched with the lust from his loins while his heart ached him to stop. He found his voice and spoke. "I won't ever let go, David. My heart is yours but this thing we do is good or not?" "You did it to me last night." The shaman remembered. Under the influence of the mushroom, his inner dancing had joined with the boy's that now left him with some regret. He tightened his hold of the youth's sweaty body in his arms while his cock throbbed. The small hand pulled over his butt again, urging him to perform a man's task. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to do it. David humped himself against the shaman's hairy groin. That forced a small movement from the man's cock in him. Its filling sensation in his hole was uncomfortable but its deeper stabs made his pole surge. He heard low moans on his neck. The man was surrendering himself to the joy of their male bonding. His pole was taken in hand and pulled on. He too began to moan from pleasure. With his free right hand, the boy reached up to find the shaman's hand and clutched it. Their fingers tightened like their joined bodies. The pace of their mating grew frantic. David backed into the man's forward stabs to deepen his cock's penetration in his little butt. It was a strange sensation of pain mixed with growing pleasure to what they did. The boy knew what he was doing. He wanted all of Sha-sa-took's love. The man held his boy and gave him what love he could. All their months together had culminated into this sweet moment of joining between flesh and their hearts. The medicine man was healed by it. The youth gained a father and lover. Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He knew what the boy was enduring and it marveled him. After the death of his wife, a part of his manhood had ended. He never imagined a little white boy would assume that role which would get him to act as a man again. What a joyous awakening it was! With all his wisdom, the shaman didn't understand why his loins lusted for a boy. He was a proven man with the birth of his son. The twelve years raising him were filled with wonderful experiences he'd never forget. Too soon it had ended from a tragic misunderstanding between Indian and white folk. He lost what remained of his family. Serving his People as medicine man was what kept him alive but with the loss of his legs, he lost even that. Then a white youth was placed under his care. Sha-sa-took raised his head in silent prayer of thanks unto Him for the unexpected direction his life had taken. David was a great joy in that new life. He promised to bring him up as if he were his true son. The boy felt that same joy in his heart. He had gained a loving father that would bring him up as a free human being. Their bodies were joined to share the sweet joys of the flesh. It was true man/boy love. The man's hand resumed to masturbate the boy's stiff pole while he moved his cock with love's rhythm in him. The youth pulled over his butt, coaxing his inward thrusts. He was performing as a man again. The joyous task of being man! There was a tingling in David's balls that warned him of his rising climax. He cried out and wet to the man's tight fingers grasping his pole. The sharp thrills he felt were better than he had ever imagined! Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He felt the strain of his butt muscles when forcing his long cock as deep as he could within the boy's little ass. Their ringed muscles tightened, squeezing his cock and that made him cum. Strongly! Without any shame, the man growled out like a bear. He was fulfilling himself as a man with the love that he had for a young boy. They laid together to catch their breaths. David felt a strange fulfillment when knowing that his small body had satisfied the man; seed filled his butthole. He too squirted seed to the man's hand that he clasped in his own. Their sticky fingers wiggled together in a kind of game. It was a precious moment for them both. The shaman swallowed in his throat and voiced his earlier question to the boy: "This thing we do is good or not?" David heard the medicine man's concern. It seemed that a small boy understood more than his elder. His body ached from performing the adult act but it made his heart burst with pride and much joy. He answered the shaman simply: "I love you!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of file: TO-DANCE-WITHIN Look for the next story: "Willow Bird, Warrior"