**************************************************************************** * "NEW TO LOVE" * * (part 19) * * by Vince Water 6/04 * **************************************************************************** | Copyright 2002-2006 by Vince Water Corrected 3/06 | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goes-late-in-the-night is tending a fire when we streak into camp. My feet nearly trip under me when putting on the brakes before him. His eyes fall upon me a moment before turning to his nude grandson. We're both sporting erections. A sharp pain shoots into my stomach from fearing that he'll think badly of me. That I did something with the boy. We didn't really. Just talk. The old man lifts his hand to us in greeting. I shyly return his gesture. "Let me have your clothes. I'll set them over the fire to dry." Relief fills me. There's no look of betrayal on this man's face and I'm not gleaning any anger from him. Just the opposite. He's grateful for my help with his trailer and feels an obligation to get me back into my clothes. I notice the rope line strung above the fire. It's tied between the trailer and a pole he's stuck in the mud. I'm handing over our clothes to the old man who averts his eyes from my nakedness. I spin around. I'm embarrassed by my display of excitement. Let him think I'm warming up my butt. Sings-as-a-raven diverts his grandfather's attention by asking about his grandmother. If she's feeling better. I appreciate what the boy is doing for me. "Let me get back to her," asks Goes-late-in-the-night. "You two can dry off by the fire. Short Hair? I'm going to look for some footwear since them shoes of yours will take too long to dry." "Thank you." I watch the old man head back to his trailer. He's set down some wooden planks before the door to keep the mud off his feet. I'm hoping that the jack and them stacks of logs will hold for a while. He really needs to move his trailer over to solid ground so I'll ask Running Water if his truck is equipped to do that. I'm reminded to Open myself to Jesse. :Where are you now?: I Send. :Mike! You didn't Talk to me for a while so I was beginning to worry. Wind-blows-over-the-grass is driving us back to my uncle's pickup and then we'll go find you.: :I'm not sure how you'll get here. You can't go across country that I've walked because it's a lot of rough ground and mud. There is a dirt road that leads here. Goes-late-in-the-night says it joins up with your road some ten miles west of where I left Running Water.: :I'll ask Wind-blows-over-the-grass about it.: Jes breaks contact with me. I'm facing the fire to keep my ass pointed towards the trailer. Sings-as-a-raven is standing at my side. His naughty eyes are all over me but my cock is likely a disappointment for the boy. It's growing limp. :Who's looking at your thing?: Damn! I'd forgotten to guard my thoughts. :We've had to clean up in the river because of all the mud. I'll tell you about it later.: :I hope it'll make for an interesting telling! Wind-blows-over-the-grass knows where Goes-late-in-the-night has set down his trailer. He's more than willing to take us there.: I get the impression that Wind-blows-over-the-grass doesn't want the shaman's grandson to raise a bad word against him for what he'd done to me earlier. If not for him passing us by, I wouldn't have known that Goes-late- in-the-night needed my help or meet his cute grandson. I'm enjoying another peek of his slim brown body. He's getting an eyeful of mine. "The fire feels good," comments Sings-as-a-raven. "It sure does." The boy lifts his hands to the sky and lazily stretches himself with a grin from knowing how I enjoy his nude display. His long black hair falls like a waterfall down his back leading my eyes down to his soft brown curves that holds them like tree sap. His cheeks stick out nicely from his body like Jesse's though they're a smaller pair. My cock tingles sharply in lust to take this willing youth. I force myself to look up at our clothes that are beginning to steam along the clothes line. My underwear catches my eye. It's no longer pure white. My socks are also discolored. I'm shaking my head with dismay. Even when my clothes are dry, I'll be putting on dirty garments that will smell of smoke. My new jeans won't ever look the same. A smaller pair of pants drying above the fire catches my eye. That's all this boy wore when we met. I peek at his body through the corners of my eyes: the nice brown curves to his rear end, slim hips, the length of his Indian hair flowing along his back while in front, this youth bears dark hair on his groin that's a sign of his approaching manhood. I didn't witness him spilling seed when we stood back to back, only the urgent flexing to his butt and hearing his ending cry of joy. He shot thick white cum to the ground, I'm sure. That reminds me about my recent loss of manhood. I look down at myself to see if my balls have shrunk. Hmm. They look about the same. My release to Running Water's belly had been but a clear streak. My head bows in shame. Anger fills me. I've Passed my male strength to Hawk Flying Over who'll need it more than me! As a gay guy, I won't be giving a woman my baby. Jes doesn't think any less of me and I'm not lacking in performance as a man. I fucked Running Water this morning. My cock remains what it was to express my love for another man. It's quick to stiffen in lust when this boy tried tempting me into having sex with him. I'm squeezing my eyes tight to deny my attraction for this youth. It shouldn't be! I have Jesse's love. He denies me nothing be it his sweet kisses, the pleasure of his body and he has a tender understanding heart. I'm learning who I really am through his eyes. He's helping me become a better human being. "What's your American name?" "Huh?" I'm startled from my thoughts. "It's Mike. Mike Yager." "My school name is Simon." "What would you like me to call you?" "Your friend." "Yeah, sure." We shake hands. I see in this boy's eyes that he wants us to be much more. My anguish grows. I'm forcing myself to look away from him. "They're gonna be picking me up soon." I mutter. "Is Jesse coming?" "Yes." "Can I ask you something, Mike." I'm looking uneasily at the boy and nod. "If you were going to do something with me at the river... what would it have been like?" He means having sex. "Talking about it is only gonna get our dicks hard again. Your grandfather might come out any moment to check on us." I cast an exaggerated look towards the trailer so Simon will get the message. We were lucky that old man didn't figure us out. "I just want to know. Please, Mike?" How nicely the boy asked me that. I'm drawn into telling him what he wants to know even though I probably shouldn't. It's only gonna be talk though. "If you were older and understood that what we'd be doing was just sex and not love..." I leave Simon hanging for a moment. "I know what you're saying." The boy stomps his left foot from impatience. "Do you remember our hug? That could have led to us belly rubbing." The boy looks down at himself. He touches his belly. I'm laughing. "No! I mean our dicks would rub until we shot to them." "Oh." Simon lifts his hands up to his face. "Would we have kissed?" "Probably not. You should only kiss your lover because that's a tender expression from your heart. I'm sure that guys just having sex do it for excitement." I remember Jes telling me that Ron never tried kissing him. "Would we look at each other when we're belly rubbing?" "I don't know... Maybe just rest our heads over each other's shoulder." Jes looks at me with those gorgeous eyes of his that's like him kissing me because of the love shining in them. I've seen something similar in Simon's eyes. His longing for me. I hope it's not showing in my eyes for him. "Would we hug really tight, Mike?" Longing fills the boy's eyes. "No." That word exploded from my mouth. I'm looking low at the boy's small rear end. "Our hands would drop from our backs to pull over our butts to set the proper beat in front of us. That's one way guys can have sex together." I've emphasized the word 'sex'. "I would have liked doing that with you," breathes Simon. Me too. My lips are pressed tightly together so he didn't hear me admit that. I'm feeling a blood rush into my cock. My glance at the boy's dick proves that he's really turned on from talking about what we could have done. It's stiffening along his belly. A brown knob pops out from his foreskin... oozing. I'm looking back over my shoulder for his grandfather. He's still inside the trailer much to my relief. "What else could we have done?" The boy reaches back to grasp his butt with a sly grin on his face. I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth. He's asking me about fucking. My eyes fall to the boy's half moons that his hands are pulling open in a tease. He bends over. A thrill shoots through my cock when I'm given a peek of his asshole. Would he have let me mount him back at the river if I'd smothered his little ass in kisses and enflamed our passion by rimming him? Ron ensnared a willing Indian boy of his own that way. Oh, Jes! I understand how it must have happened. Your loss of innocence at the hands of that man! I'm panting for breath. "Remember how I warned you about sticking your butt at someone?" The boy stands up straight. He turns to me with a feigned worry look that becomes a grin. "You said that I might get it raped." We're both looking down at my hard cock. This youth is proving to be quite a test for me. "I'm not gonna. I can't do what you want me to." "I wish that I were older, Mike." He's old enough to perform acts of love but lacks the wisdom he needs to offer himself to the right guy. I'm clearing my throat. "Simon? I promise you that I'll be keeping my eyes out for someone who might like you. Not too old so... you know." The boy nods his head. He steps away from me with a sullen expression on his face. He realizes how difficult it will be to find someone his age who's gay. Hmm. I don't even know how old he is so I'm asking him. "Nearly fifteen," answers Simon. "I know that I don't look it. I've been teased at school because of my looks. I'm pretty like a girl so some of the boys say that I'm queer. That's been hard to take because... I am." That makes me sad. The taunting he's gone through. I glance back at the trailer for Goes-late-in-the-night but he's still in there with his wife. "Simon? Why is your grandmother ill?" "It has something to do with her thyroid. A doctor has come out from the Bureau of Indian Affairs since we can't afford one." The boy lowers his head. "He wrote up a prescription for medicine she should take." I glean that they haven't gone into town to fill it. I'm looking around for their vehicle. There's that rusted out car by the trash heap. No way could it be driven. It was probably dumped here a long time ago. "How do you get to school?" I ask. "My friend's dad picks me up. We're both in the same grade and his parents live only twelve miles away. We both go to Box Elder Middle School." I'm rubbing my feet together to loosen the crusting mud from them. That's when I notice my gym shoes propped up at the edge of the fire. Simon lifts his right foot in a mock karate kick at my butt. I crouch my arms in defense like I've seen in them Bruce Lee fighting movies. "I could whip your ass." "Oh, yeah? You wanna try?" I was only kidding but Simon makes a kick that nearly lands on me. After my dodge, the boy pursues me around the fire with more kicks. He's serious about whipping my butt. I feign a dodge to the right after his last kick but step sideways to the left instead, grabbing him from behind. The boy giggles in my arms. "Okay. I believe you!" He doesn't try to free himself. I'm spinning us over the ground to prolong our naked embrace. My cock sticks his butt. We're both enjoying that. "You've caught me," says Simon. He humps his butt suggestingly and asks, "Do with me as you want." Fear squeezes my heart when I see his grandfather striding towards us. There's something in his hands. I'm releasing the boy from my hands with a burning face. "I've brought you some old moccasins to wear. Keep them if they fit." "Thank you." I accept this man's gift. I'm glancing at Simon who isn't revealing anything on his face. Well, maybe a little worry. I face the old man with dread because I'm not sure what he'll think about me grabbing the boy from behind and holding him close. It was only done in play. "My wife is grateful for your help." I'm nodding. "How is she doing?" "A little better." What Goes-late-in-the-night said doesn't match what I see in his eyes. Is he afraid to say something that will upset his grandson? His wife must be very ill. I revert into old Siksika. "Grandfather. Would you accept my offer of aid to your wife?" "How can you help her?" The old man's eyes widen in surprise from hearing the old tongue spoken. "I can take the doctor's writing for her medicine to town and return." Goes-late-in-the-night thinks over what I've said. "Your offer touches my heart, Short Hair but I'll see to my wife's needs. You've already helped us." "Very well." I was going to press him to learn if he's unable to pay for her prescription but I've decided against it. Maybe he's angry at me for hugging his grandson. I'm hiding my cock from him by hanging my arm down. Simon is smiling much to my dismay. He also bears an erection that his grandfather can't fail to notice. To my relief, the old man wanders away to pick up junk from the ground. I turn back to the fire. My hands reach out to the flames while the front of me enjoys the heat. I'm hoping that my cock will go down. Simon steps close to my side and bumps hips with me. He does this several times. I chop through the air between us in a gesture for him to stop because I'm afraid of what his grandfather will think about it. All this touching going on. I'm feeling the need to stretch myself. It turns into a sensual display of arms stretching high above my head, back arching and my butt sticking out towards the boy. A surge goes through my cock from his looking but shame squeezes my heart. I shouldn't be encouraging him. "The back of you has dried," says Simon. I'm feeling his hand running down my back until it's resting over my butt. In alarm, I glance over my shoulder to look for the boy's grandfather. He's tossing the junk he's gathered into the trash heap. I think that old man is keeping an eye on me while not making it too obvious. He needs to guard his grandson from a lusting white guy. Simon asks, "How about the front of you?" I'm stepping out of the boy's reach. "Stop it. You're grandfather is gonna figure us out." "Let him." I give Simon a sharp look. Goes-late-in-the-night walks past to pick up bottles and a paper bag filled with newspaper. I'm keeping my butt towards him so he won't see the front of me. "Mike? Don't be embarrassed," asks Simon. "My grandfather has seen men naked before. Last summer, we partook of a sweat where lots of guys came out of the lodge with long dicks." I'm looking down at mine with a burning face. "It's not the heat that's making mine hard. He has to suspect what's getting me excited." I glare at the boy who lowers his eyes to his dick. "I don't want to be afraid of who I am anymore," whispers Simon. "I've been living in these bad lands for over five years. It's not my grandparent's fault that I'm here and I honor them as parents for taking care of me but it has been very lonely." "I'm sorry. I can understand how you're feeling. Being trapped here and all." Simon gives me sad puppy eyes. "I didn't realize how deep my loneliness was until you came." Simon hangs his head. To see this boy in such distress makes me feel bad. This is all my fault. I've given this fledgling a glimpse of what the world can offer him; its joys and chance for fulfillment while he remains in a cage constructed by circumstance and his young age. "I can't take you away from all this." "I know that," Simon mutters. I'm feeling an obligation to help this boy find happiness with another whom he can love. That's not gonna be me. I want to be a friend to him without taking advantage of his innocence. It's been real hard to restrain both of our desires. My eyes are drawn to the burning wood. It pops and hisses in the dancing flames. The fire's warmth feels good. I'm given a soothing feeling that stirs in me some of Christopher's memories. He only lived three years in Owopspec's tipi yet they were his happiest. Wind-go-through-his-hair shared in their love. I look at Simon who reminds me of that youth. His hair falls freely down his back like the Indians of old. Jes has braided his recently. That's opened up his face but I miss seeing its length flowing down his back and how it feels against my chest when I'm laying over him. I didn't have the heart to say anything to my lover about it. Simon sticks his toes into one of my gym shoes set by the fire. He shakes his head to let me know they aren't dry yet. Our clothes are steaming along the clothes line. We'll soon be getting into them that leaves me with a twinge of regret. I'm enjoying this moment with Simon. He's very nice to look at. Our bodies have been bared but too, so have our hearts unto each another. I hope that our friendship will continue to grow beyond this day. "I like seeing you smile, Mike. Were you thinking something nice about me just now?" I'm nodding. "You're gonna make someone very happy. I hope he'll return your love." Goes-late-in-the-night has joined us by the fire. Did he hear us? "You are much taken by my grandson." How calmly the old man said that. I'm nodding in reply and try hiding the fear squeezing my heart. I glance at Simon. There's pleading in his eyes that makes me daring to reveal this to his grandfather. I wet my lips and speak. "This boy is searching for his path in life." "Yes. That is so. I think he'll follow in your footsteps, Short Hair." I detect no sadness or anger in this man's voice. Only the uttering of truth. "You may be right, grandfather. I've tried not to... encourage your grandson in this. He already had this longing." I take a deep breath. "Know that my heart is already set on someone." Let him think that's Running Water. Goes-late-in-the-night smiles. "It is good to embrace love in one's life." "I thank you for your kind words." Simon stares at us wide eyed. The old man steps closer to me. His voice is but a whisper even though the boy couldn't understand what he's about to tell me in the old tongue. "It would not trouble me if you were to ease his heart in this thing." He said that in modern Siksika. Simon peers at his grandfather while I'm trying to fathom what his words really meant. I test him. "We have talked about the difficulties of that path." "That is good." Goes-late-in-the-night turns to his grandson and speaks. "You can learn from this man to find your way, Sings-as-a-raven. I can no longer turn my back on how your spirit directs you to follow the path our Father has chosen for your life. Please forgive me." Simon's mouth hangs open in disbelief to what he's just heard. The old man offers to embrace that the boy quickly accepts. Strong emotions burst in my heart. Jesse Calls out to me. :Love! What is it?: :I am witnessing a parent's acceptance for his gay child.: I'm Sending Jes everything that's happened between Sings-as-a-raven and me. There's no anger from him. He Shares in my joy that eases the guilt from my heart. Goes-late-in-the-night turns from his grandson to check on our clothes. Simon and I exchange looks of relief that turns to joy. "Have the two of you dried enough to get back into some clothes?" "Yes, grandfather." We said that in unison. I heard the sadness in Simon's voice that probably didn't go unnoticed by the old man. When he's reaching up to the clothes line, I take a last good look of the boy's nudity. I blew every opportunity to have sex with him. Part of me regrets that. The old man hands me my pair of jeans, underwear and socks. I'm quick to hold them against the front of me. Simon is given his pants. We follow his grandfather to the corner of the trailer where there's a bench to sit on. "Grandfather?" I'm trying to speak past the hard lump in my throat. "Ah, thank you." I was going to say something else that concerns his grandson but decide the better of it. No more needs to be said between us. He goes back into the trailer to check on his wife. I'm planting my butt over the bench. Simon looks for a place to sit down beside me but there's no room. I see fire in the youth's dark eyes. He spins around with his ass backing into my face. I'm smelling it - an attractive musky smell mixed with smoke. Lust fills me to kiss over his brown cheeks but I manage to turn my head away. My eyes close. I'm preventing myself from doing anything with Simon who is all too willing to offer sex. I've awakened this longing in the boy who will turn to someone else for fulfillment. The seeking of male relief can be very overpowering. I hope he won't get hurt by trying to experiencing what it is to be gay. I'm startled when Simon drops into my lap. The clothes in my hands fall to the ground when I try pushing him away. He grasps my thighs. My cock is mashed against the boy's soft ass that begs me to stick into its tightness. "Please... get up." I was barely able to utter those words. "Grandfather said that we could." Simon lifts his butt slightly to slip my cock between his cheeks. I'm shaking my head to deny what's happening but resistance is crumbling in me. My hands reach around to grasp his slim chest while I bury my face into the boy's long hair. I breathe in its smell. The warmth of his body against mine feels too good. I'm closing my eyes but I can't deny what he wants from me. Words manage to spill from of my mouth. "I don't want to... fuck you." "We're not, Mike. I just want to know what it's like. Only for a moment." Okay. Only for a moment, I'm telling myself. This boy feels so good in my arms. His body is warm, soft and smells of smoke like Owopspec's did when I slept with him beside the fire in our tipi. This youth reminds me of Chris' younger lover. Wind-go-through-his-hair was unrestrained from having sex with me that often included Owopspec and some of the Indian boys in camp. My left hand is led down to the boy's erection. I grasp its stiff warmth. He backs onto my groin with his legs spreading. My knob sticks into tightness that makes him flinch. "I feel how you're almost inside me!" My fingers tighten around the boy's dick. "Mine will hurt you since I've not prepared your hole." The words spilling from my mouth sound strange. "What did you say?" asks Simon. For a moment, I thought this was Wind-go-through-his-hair in my arms who's offering to let me fuck him. I'm Calling out to Jes to help me in my moment of weakness. There's a Pulling sensation in my head. My lover doesn't Speak to me. He isn't feeling angry. I draw on his wisdom. "Simon. You're listening to your dick. I am too. This is wrong so... please get off me." My hands loosen from Simon. He slowly rises from my lap and turns around to face me with an intense expression on his face. It's not anger or regret that he's showing me. Oh. He's feeling scared. I open my arms to the boy in forgiveness that he needs me to give. He bends over to hug me with only the upper part of our chests touching. "I am sorry!" I'm rubbing over his back to shoo him. "It's alright. I know how intense you're feeling. I'm not mad at you. Really." A sharp breath blows from my nose when seeing his grandfather coming to our side. My stomach tightens in fear. He hands me something. Oh. It's a towel. "To wipe your feet with." Simon stands away from me with alarm on his face. I don't see anything revealing on the old man's face but glean that he's seen much. There are no words I can come up with to explain what's happened. I'm holding my breath. "My grandson is young and in need of guidance." My breath explodes from my mouth. "Yes, grandfather." I peer up at this man who gives me soft eyes filled with understanding. Guilt fills me though. "I don't know what I'm doing either so... please forgive me." "What is there to forgive? You acted with honor, Short Hair. I heard what you said to my grandson." Goes-late-in-the-night turns to the boy. "Let this man fill your head with good words. I trust him more than ever. Do not bring shame upon yourself by listening to your thing." Simon bows his head. Grandfather grasps the boy's hand in both of his while looking down at his erection. "I remember what it felt like to be young," says Goes-late-in-the-night. "Find relief in hand so you won't be tempted into naked acts that would only be the shadowy form of love. You will find someone. Wait for him." Simon peers at his grandfather. His heart is open to hear what this old man is saying. It's what I've been trying to tell him earlier. "How will I know when it's the right one?" asks Simon. Goes-late-in-the-night slowly nods. He's about to say something profound. A truth he's learned in his own life to pass onto his grandson. "My heart was set on your grandmother from the moment I first saw her. The intense longing from my loins joined with the love that grew in my heart for her through courtship. My head also felt how right it was. That is how you will know, grandson. Your path will lead you to true love if you are patient. Sadly, your joining will not bring forth grandchildren for us to cherish." Simon drops his eyes from the old man. I see tears in them. "I accept who you are, grandson. It is your happiness that will please me more than anything." "What... what about my father? When he learns that I'm... that I'm gay." "I have no good words to say about him." The old man clenches his teeth. "Do not worry about what he will think about you. I know. That is difficult for a son but you are only a few summers from being named a man. You have a good heart that I have seen proven by deeds. I know how difficult it's been for you to live with two old people." "You've raised me when my father wouldn't." Goes-late-in-the-night nods. "It is my hope that you will look after us in our declining years. No one else in our family has offered to take up this burden." Simon quickly answers, "I'll be taking care of you!" "That is good, grandson, yet I will wait until you are of age to say if this burden will come to your shoulders or not. We've raised you in absence of your mother. You'll be free to fly out of here when you become a man." Simon drops his eyes to his feet. He's going deep into thought after what his grandfather said. I peer up at the old man. He's nodding to show that he's not mad at me. I don't feel worthy of his trust because I'd allowed my lust to get the better of me. My cock stands proud along my belly but that's not how I'm feeling in my heart. "Grandfather? I can still take care of you both even if I'm living with... someone." Simon almost said that was gonna be a man. He casts his eyes back down to his feet to hide the embarrassment on his face. "Our trailer would be too small," says Goes-late-in-the-night with humor in his voice. "You'll be free to live with a companion who'll complete your life, Sings-as-a-raven. I would ask that you remain with us for those few remaining years to your boyhood. Don't give your heart too quickly to another but know this. Our home is yours to return to if your hand can't hold onto love. Your path may prove a difficult one to walk." Simon is shaking his head back and forth. I'm not sure what he's objecting to so I get to my feet and grasp the boy's shoulder. "You must listen to your grandfather. He is wise. There is no shame to try for love but if it doesn't work out, you'll have somewhere to hang out. That's why I'm living in Winna's house to be with Jes-ee-ah instead of taking him away from her." I realize what I've said in front of Goes-late-in-the-night. Now he'll know who I've chosen to be my life companion. An uneasy silence passes. I reach to the ground for my clothes and start putting them on. The shirt I've left on the awning wire is brought to me by Goes-late-in-the-night. I'm avoiding his eyes. Was he shocked to learn who I'm in love with? "Did our shaman give that to you?" He's pointing at the bundle hanging down my chest. "Yes. He Called upon our Father for His blessing upon us." Our eyes meet. Mine are filling with tears in the hope of gaining his acceptance. The old man nods to himself. His bright eyes reminds me how Chief Ear-to-ground-to-hear-buffalo offered his silent approval for a thing Chris did right. "I have heard that our shaman has chosen his grandson to follow in his footsteps. The People wondered what has brought Jes-ee-ah out of himself. It's because of you, isn't it? Not only because of your love and a good heart. I sense Power in you and have heard it in your voice. You can speak in the old tongue as if born in the days of my father. There is something familiar in your eyes yet you are white skinned." My lips press together to prevent myself from telling him why this is so. Goes-late-in-the-night grasps my shoulder. Tears fall down my cheeks without shame. I'm feeling a sense of relief that this old man acknowledges who I am with his heart even though his head doesn't understand. No more words are exchanged between us. I put my shirt on. Goes-late-in-the-night hands me a pair of moccasins. I'm pulling them on. Simon hasn't put his pants on yet. Oh. He's waiting for his turn to sit on the bench. To my surprise, the boy turns to the road and reaches for his dick to pull its foreskin back. He's pissing in front of us. I avert my eyes. "Do they fit?" asks Goes-late-in-the-night. "For the most part." I try adjusting the left moccasin that feels tight around my foot. He's told me that I'm to keep them and I will to remember this day by. Goes-late-in-the-night doesn't seem to mind that the boy is pissing in front of us. He lifts his right hand to me before heading back to the trailer. Simon shakes his dick dry when returning to my side. We exchange shy glances. I give my seat to the boy. He plops down on his butt and struggles with pulling up his pants. No underwear. Won't his dick get chafed? In play, I reach down to cover the knob to his erection when he's about to zipper up. "You're not gonna be able to close your pants," I tease. "It won't go down," says Simon. He tugs on the zipper that won't ride past his balls. "Grandfather said that I should find relief in hand..." He means my hand. Our eyes meet in secret understanding. Okay. I'll do this for him. I crouch over the boy with my knees resting over the bench. My fingers tighten around his silky foreskin. The boy gasps. I'm making slow back and forth strokes along his dick that feels good for him. Simon keeps his eye out for grandfather. I'm not worrying about it. That old man didn't bat an eye when the boy was pissing in front of us. He's only seeking another kind of relief with his dick that shouldn't leave him feeling modest. I grasp his left shoulder to steady my awkward position. Our faces come close together. We don't look at each other because, well, that would be making more out of what I'm doing for him than it really is. I can't believe that I'm jerking the boy off. Maybe I should let him finish it. Simon leans forward slightly to get my arm rubbing against his chest. I feel his right nipple hardening. A thrill goes through me to know that he's getting thrilled. I think he likes the way my arm hair tickles him. Hmm. This giving of pleasure to another... It makes me feel real good inside. Chris was often handling little boys that was like a kind of trade. He enjoyed feeling their stiff little poles in hand (in his mouth too!) while the youths enjoyed that intense ending rush. Even though a little boy can't cum, it still feels good to try. Chris knew when a youth reached climax by that single strong throb coming from his erection. This boy in my hand can shoot. Simon drops his head to my chest. I feel his breaths. My hand gets tangled in his hair flowing down his shoulder. I enjoy the silky feel of it. This boy needs the relief my hand is offering him. In Christopher's day, youths looked to older boys for guidance that included sexual instruction. It's considered bad to be holding a boy as I am in this modern day. There's a struggle within me between what Chris thinks is right and what I've been told. My fingers relax around Simon's foreskin. "Don't stop, Mike. Please!" I resume masturbating the boy. His arms wrap around my waist with his hands locking over my butt. There's no getting away from him now. I'm looking out for his grandfather even though I don't think he'd mind. I've gleaned this from him when he asked me to ease his grandson's heart in this thing. Simon begins making stabs. I tighten my fingers around his dick that's only a little smaller than Jesse's. Little cries come out his mouth. I'm getting very excited. If I weren't clothed, I'd be tempted to sit in this boy's lap to join him in male relief. My toes are beginning to ache me. I shift more of my weight down to my knees that makes the bench creak. That frees my hand from having to push on Simon's shoulder. I run it down his back with my fingers slipping into the rear of his pants. He rises slightly, allowing me to hold his little bottom in the palm of my hand. It's flexing in beat to his forward stabs. My face presses into his long hair at his neck. He smells good. Guilt tugs at my heart for enjoying this boy too much. His oozing knob stabs against my palm while my fingers clutch his foreskin. I can't see it because of how we're huddling close over the bench. He's clinging to me like a younger brother until I make his hurt go away. Simon begins holding breaths. I know all too well the reason for that. The boy's dick is getting very stiff with his knob swelling up against my palm. His bottom squirms over the bench like he's got ants in his pants. It's a cute display. My own cock is throbbing for attention in my pants. I'm glad that Simon isn't attending it for me. That's Jesse's loving task. I'm cringing inside but Jesse doesn't Say anything about what I'm doing with this boy. He has to know because of our connection. I'm not blocking my thoughts from him. A savage stab is given to my palm. Simon's butt flexes sharply in my palm. I feel his squirts filling my left hand while he's pulling over the seat of my pants. The boy didn't cry out. He probably fears drawing his grandfather's attention. A deep breath fills his lungs. I shift my weight back to feet and let go of his butt. I'm looking at the youth's brown face. It's very intense. His eyes narrow then close. I'm pulling my hand away while closing my fingers around the boy's release. He drops his head against my chest to rest on me. I'm not feeling bad for what I've done. This boy was in need after thwarting all his other attempts to have sex with me. Maybe now, he won't be sticking his little butt at me. When the boy has recovered, he peers up at me with a weary expression. I flick my left hand to free it of his cum. That gets his face burning. A towel is used to wipe what remains from my sticky fingers and to dry off his dick. He zippers up. "Are you feeling better now?" Simon breathes in deeply. "Yes. But in a few days..." The boy shrugs his shoulders. Yeah. He'll be in need again. I'll have to talk with Jes about what we can do for this needing youth. Not just to take care of him sexually. We need to fill his head with good teachings so he'll find the right guy. My cock aches me inside my pants. Simon sees my revealing bulge but before he could try offering me its release, I'm turning from him to wander about camp. It's mostly a dump site along this part of the road. There are pieces of rusting metal, plastic contains, glass bottles and a heap of burnt trash. In Christopher's time, animal carcasses were tossed in two piles at opposite ends of camp. The People would move to a new site after a few moons in their pursuit of the buffalo or to find fresh grazing for their horses. That gave coyotes the chance to gnaw on the bones left behind. The refuge at my feet is an ugly blemish on our Mother that won't be as easily erased. "What are you looking for?" asks Simon. I glance at the boy walking at my side. Why does he wear woman's clothes instead of a breechclout? Oh. Them are pants. He goes about shirtless and wears his hair long like my Indian friends. I'm comparing how he looks to Wind-go-through-his-hair when they were the same age. There are many similar facial features. Simon's face doesn't look as gaunt. He has a firm body with nice brown tits, a flat stomach and shapely hips. He's not showing as much skin Chris saw of the Indian boys in his time. Youths under the age of ten ran around naked while older boys wore mere flaps that didn't hide much. "Are you worried about telling Jes-ee-ah?" "Telling him what?" Simon looks down at himself. Oh. "He already knows." My lips press tightly together so more words won't spill from my mouth. "How do you know to speak Siksika? Grandfather was very impressed." I'm shrugging my shoulders. At least Simon isn't asking what I meant by Jes already knowing that we've seen each other naked and doing things. He's taking my silence for concern, that my lover would be jealous or something. I was tempted into doing more with this willing youth. I still am. That's what concerns me the most. Simon kicks a beer bottle down the road. He chases after it. My eyes are drawn to the seat of his pants. Like Jesse's, his butt has a nice shape. Both of them are willing to get fucked. I'm scolding myself. This boy hasn't been broken in so taking a cock up his butt will hurt a lot. I remember my first time getting fucked by Jesse. What allowed me to endure the pain was my love for him. I wanted to make a man out of my lover. When the boy is lost from sight, I reach into the front of my pants to grasp my erection. It's really aching me. My pleasure is ruined when I think about the risks I've taken with him. It's illegal for a man and a boy to be together as we've been. I could go to jail. In Christopher's time, Indian men taught boys about sex and shared in the joy of male relief that sometimes led to love between them. I pull my hand from my pants and drop to the ground in defeat. Things have become harder in this modern day. People don't realize that our freedoms are being restricted by so many laws and walls have been put up between us by what's considered socially acceptable behavior. An example of this is how neighbors don't talk to each other. They keep to their homes as if in fear. The folks in Christopher's time enjoyed chatting with neighbors and friends on their porches. The town held social events that brought everyone together. I yearn for those earlier, simpler times. "What are you thinking about, Mike?" I'm startled from my thoughts. "Just stuff." Simon squats beside me and looks down at the dirt I've been drawing in with my finger. There are two circles. One inside the other. "All of us are connected," I explain. "My grandfather has told me that." I realize why I'm drawn to Indian culture. They can help me to become a human being who's happy and true to himself. "Are you hurting?" "Yeah." My insides feel all twisted up inside. I'm startled when Simon grasps my hard cock outlined in my pants. I mistook what he was asking me. I'm taking his naughty hand into my own. "I understand the urges that you're feeling, Simon. They can get you into trouble though. Someone might take advantage of you and I don't want to see you getting hurt." "I won't, Mike. I'll be careful with giving my heart to someone. There's nothing wrong with just having sex with a guy so I'll know what it's like. I've been aching a lot." The boy looks down at the front of himself. "Yeah. I know." We both laugh. Simon's face takes on a serious expression. "You can help me with that. If Jes-ee-ah doesn't mind." "I'll need to talk with him first." I'm startled for having said that. Jes would likely let me be with this youth. My former self has enjoyed love acts with his friends to learn how to perform as men when they marry and for sexual relief. None of those boys fell in love with Chris. They knew it was only naked fun and I'm thinking that Simon would too. I'm scolding myself. This isn't the past where sex with boys can be done without legal consequences. Only if it were forced would swift punishment follow. Banishment from the tribe or in rare cases death as in the case of raping a girl. No council was ever held against a man of our tribe but I remember what happened to a brave named Wields A Metal Blade. He'd taken flight from another tribe to find sanctuary with ours. He brought a girl of twelve with him. Our chief surrendered them to a war party led by the girl's father. We learned later that the brave had been killed for what he did. I glare at Simon. The risk for me is too great to indulge our desires. I'm not in need for another partner. Jes and Running Water are there for me! They love me. This youth is in need to find someone even if it's only for sex like he's said. I'm afraid that I've awakened that longing in him. "My grandfather asked that you guide me." "Uh-huh." I'm afraid what that could lead to. I don't trust myself when it comes to a cute willing boy. Simon releases a tense breath after the silence. I turn to him. "Goes-late-in-the-night loves you very much. He wants what's best for a son." "I think of him as my second father. He seems to care about me more than my own father." Simon frowns. He didn't mean to say it like that. We peer at each other for a moment. I glean that he's looking to me as an older brother like how I turn to Running Water for guidance when I'm in trouble. And for sex. "Mike? How long have you been with Jes-ee-ah?" I'm trying to swallow in my dry throat. "Not long. We're both new to love so I don't have all the answers." Simon grasps my shoulder. "I've learned some from you today. I'm sorry for trying to get you to do things with me." I cover the boy's hand holding me. "That's alright." My eyes look down at those two circles drawn in the dirt. I'm feeling the burdens to my shoulders by having to face trial, having our house guarded against a man on the loose who's killing people and trying to find my place in the tribe. Simon would be yet another for me to bear. He's tested me sorely but I've managed to listen to my heart instead of my dick. "Will you still invite me along for a camping trip like you've said? I'm sure my grandfather would allow me." "Sure. You'll be the first that Jes and I ask." "Who else would you invite?" I see the hope in Simon's eyes. Other boys like him whom he could meet. "We don't know who else would want to come along. Those who are like us." "That's right. You've told me already." My hand lifts to tug on Simon's hair. "We will be keeping our eyes open for others who are gay. You do too." "I sure will. Maybe he'll be willing to do things with me." I've heard the slight scold in Simon's voice. "You know that I'm with someone already. That's why..." "I'm not trying to steal your heart away from Jes-ee-ah." Simon drops his eyes from me. My hand tightens around his so he won't feel bad. "I know. It's just that I'm new to all this myself." The boy peers at me with a smile forming on his lips that gets me grinning. "You are very nice." I meant that not only by the way he looks. What first attracted me to this youth was how he reveals everything that he's feeling on his face just like Jesse. He isn't shy though. I enjoy listening to his melodic voice. I've not heard a single lie from him. That's because he speaks from the heart. He's well mannered, respectful to his grandfather that teens from my culture are sorely lacking towards their parents. I'm sure that he'll be taking care of them when he becomes a man. No lover will keep him from that responsibility. I'm doing that for Winna by helping to pay off her house and living with her son there. A decision comes to me. This youth will be a joyous burden for me so long as I keep my lust in check. He is very nice to look upon. An expressive face, small brown body and a willingness to embrace the joys of being gay with someone. That's not gonna be me. Pride fills me because of my restraint from having sex with him. Chris would of gone for it. I look at Simon with other eyes. The ones I've been born with in this life. "You seem to think a lot, Mike." Jesse has told me this same thing. "Yeah, I guess so." "Don't worry so much. Okay? Our Father has laid down the path that our feet walk upon so put trust in Him. My grandfather told me that." "Those are good words." Simon wants to come into my arms so I let him. He rests his head against my chest. I'm acting like an older brother to him he's missed in his life. I've never had a little brother. I vow to myself never to betray his trust. "Would it be alright if I call you up sometime?" asks Simon. "Sure. Give me your phone number." The boy gives me a tight hug. Then he launches to his feet and runs to the trailer, probably getting something to write with. I look down the road for Jes. He should be arriving soon. I'm casting my thoughts to him. :Where are you?: :Love! We're following Wind-blows-over-the-grass over a dirt road that leads to where you are. I'll be seeing you soon!: I'm giving Jes an airborne kiss. We break contact but not our feelings. He's very anxious to see me. I am too. Some guilt fills me when I realize that I've been blocking myself from my lover when I was with Simon. Did I do that out of shame when lusting over that boy? Probably. I look towards the trailer and wonder what's keeping the boy. I'm missing his smiling face, hearing his sweet voice and feeling the warmth of his body next to mine that's so willing to offer me pleasure. Guilt fills me. I don't want to think of him that way. :You're following your heart, love. Don't feel bad.: :Oh, Jes!: I'm nearly brought to tears by his understanding. What am I feeling for that youth? It's not love exactly. :Simon is a younger brother to you who's in need. Yours is a kind giving heart, love. He needs your help.: I'm struck by my lover's words. There is something that I can do to help. My wallet is pulled out with several bills taken in hand and folded. Simon is running towards me. I shove my hand back down into my pocket. "Here's my number, Mike." I'm handed a piece of paper from Simon along with a pen. I write down Winna's home number below his, tearing that sheet in half. The boy grins. Now we have a way to reach each other. There's the sound of trucks coming. I turn to find them and that's when I notice how the road rises over a hill behind the trailer. They're not in sight yet. Simon also realizes that we're only a moment from being departed. I offer the boy one last hug. "I'm so glad that we met!" "Me too." Simon's arms are very tight around me yet I've managed to pull my left hand from my pocket and reach down for his butt. The trucks come into sight. Our hug ends. I'm given a puzzled look from the boy. He reaches back to where I've held him and pulls out what I've shoved into his rear pocket. His eyes widen. "To help pay for your grandmother's prescription," I explain. Simon looks down at the bills in his hand. He reaches into his front pocket to remove a folded piece of paper. "I was going to ask if you would fill it for her." The boy counts the bills in his hand. "You've given me too much." I raise my hand to prevent him from returning the money to me. We exchange glances before turning to the two trucks coming to a stop in front of the trailer. I see Jesse getting out. I'm half running towards him and we meet on the road with a hug happening between us. We realize it will be seen by others. So what! I'm with my lover again! We look at each other with big grins on our faces. Almost, a kiss happens until remembering ourselves. Jes is such a cute guy. I can't believe that I've been messing around with a boy who can't make me feel as good as this man in my arms. :Forgive me, Jesse!: :I do... but what's there to forgive?: My eyes drop from his. He knows everything that's happened so it's not like I've been keeping secrets from him. We can't. :Are you going to introduce me?: Asks Jesse. We pull from each other. Goes-late-in-the-night is heard offering a loud greeting to an Indian who's getting out of a black Cherokee behind us. :That's Wind-blows-over-the-grass,: Says Jesse. I figured that. I'm remembering the youth at our side and turn to him. "Let me introduce you to the grandson of Goes-late-in-the-night." "Hello, Simon." "This is Jes-ee-ah." The boy is staring at my lover with eyes that have been opened. He didn't know until today that the shaman's grandson was just like him. Jesse offers to shake hands. Simon gives me a side glance before surprising us both by hugging my lover. Really hard. :He's a very affectionate youth!: comments Jesse. :Cute, too.: "Yes. He is." I said that out loud. Simon looks at me for a moment then he looks at Jesse. The expression on his face! An acknowledgement that we're a couple with the hope of finding someone himself. I notice the approach of Wind-blows-over-the-grass. His face takes on the unreadable features of stone. Does he fear that I'm mad at him for driving past me on the road? I offer the man my hand with a smile on my face. He is slow to accept it though. "Does he know who I am?" asks Wind-blows-over-the-grass. He's asked Jes that in Siksika. I answer him, "Yes. If you hadn't passed us by earlier, I wouldn't have known that grandfather needed my help to lift his trailer up from the mud. Is your jeep able to pull it to solid ground?" The Indian glares at me. "You speak our language so well," says Wind-blows-over-the-grass. :Showing off, love?: Jesse teases. I feel much resentment coming from this man. He doesn't want to like me. Jes was right. I was trying to show off and it was the wrong thing to do. Speaking like an Indian doesn't make me one. My eyes fall from this man's eyes. His brown hand withdraws from my white hand that reminds me of our clashing cultures. In this moment, I see how my pale skin, short blond hair and blue eyes sets me apart from them. I'm not ever gonna be accepted into the tribe. At least not by this Indian. Wind-blows-over-the-grass gives Jesse a quick glance before he returns to speak with Goes-late-in-the-night. The old man shows him what's happened to his trailer. Jesse grasps my hand. He Sends me his love and understanding to how I'm feeling. I try casting my bad feelings away. It's not my fault that I'm a white guy. Simon whispers something to my lover. "Sure. Anytime you want to." "Huh?" The two Indians are grinning. I squeeze Jesse's hand and turn my back on Wind-blows-over-the-grass. "Where's Running Water?" "He's in the pickup," answers Jesse. "Maybe we should be going now." I see pleading in Simon's eyes. He wants to talk with my lover. Alone. "I'll see if Goes-late-in-the-night needs my help first." When I near the two men, I hear Wind-blows-over-the-grass suggesting that straw be used to stiffen the mud. The old man is shaking his head. "The winter runoff is still soaking the ground." Goes-late-in-the-night lifts his hand. "Ah, Short Hair. Come join us." Wind-blows-over-the-grass won't look at me. This doesn't go unnoticed by the old man. I stand closer to him. "He's helped my grandson prop wood under the front axle. It won't hold for long though. If we can swing my trailer around, your jeep could pull it over to solid ground." "Let's do this tomorrow," answers Wind-blows-over-the-grass. "I'll bring rope and some other things we may need." I can see that Goes-late-in-the-night is worried that his trailer might tip over before then. "Grandfather. I'll ask Running Water if he can pull your trailer out of the mud now. I want to finish what I've started." "You'll be saving me the trouble," says Wind-blows-in-the-grass. The Indian glares at me. That makes me angry. My hands go to my hips when I face this man. "I'm sorry that you don't like me very much. It's not from anything I've done to you." I'm already regretting those words out of my mouth. The Indian turns from us and strides to his jeep in a huff. Goes-late-in-the-night grasps my shoulder. "I appreciate what you're doing for me, Mike." Grandfather called me by my white name. "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. That man had passed me on the road when our pickup ran out of gas. He didn't know that Running Water or Jesse was with me. I forgave what he'd done but I grew angry when he acted like it was all my fault." "This is a hard lesson for you to learn," says the old man. "You can't expect everyone to like you. Being with Jes-ee-ah will make that even harder for some of the People to accept." "We realize that." Goes-late-in-the-night rubs the back of my head to soothe me. I am feeling real bad. Jes is walking to us with Simon hanging from him with his right arm around my lover's neck. I can see that they've become friends. "Greetings, Jes-ee-ah." "And to you, grandfather." Jesse notices the jeep turning sharply over the road. It speeds off in a cloud of dust. My lover already knows about the words exchanged between that Indian and I through our connection. He doesn't offer a comment. For that, I am glad. My anger had gotten the better of me. "Mike? Why don't you ask Running Water if he can help with the trailer." I'm nodding in response. Jes had said that out loud for the benefit of Goes-late-in-the-night. I walk to the pickup and stick my head through the passenger side window. Running Water lifts his head from his arm. "Are you ready to leave now?" "Ah. I was hoping you could pull that man's trailer out of the mud." Running Water gives me that Look. He's not happy about it. "Haven't you steadied his trailer? It looks okay to me where it is." "That's only temporary. I offered Goes-late-in-the-night to pull it over to solid ground so there won't be any risk of it tipping over again." Running Water is shaking his head. "Look. His wife is very ill. He doesn't have any money to pay for a doctor. I've given his grandson some so he can get the medicine she needs." "Mike. You can't help every poor family in the tribe." My eyes drop from his. "I want to help. Okay?" Running Water releases a sigh. He pulls on the door handle and gets out. We walk over to examine the trailer. It's with a sinking feeling that I realize that someone is gonna have to wade back into that muddy pool to hook up the trailer to the truck. :I'll ask Simon to do that,: Sends Jesse. :Thanks. If the boy is unable to hook up the trailer, I will.: My eyes return to that muddy quagmire. Man! I sure hope that Simon can manage it on his own. We join Goes-late-in-the-night in front of his trailer. I can see on Simon's face that Jes has already explained what's expected of him. He eyes the muddy pool with a frown. "I thank you for your help, Running Water. Wind-blows-over-the-grass offered to pull my trailer but that's not until tomorrow. My sick wife is inside. I'd rather get this done now so we don't risk it tipping over before then. I thank you." "I'm glad to help," answers Running Water. I don't give my brother the eye for his abrupt change of heart. On the road, he didn't want to come along with Goes-late-in-the-night to help so I did yet my efforts only solved things temporarily. I'm glad that we're gonna put things to right without the help of Wind-blows-over-the-grass. Running Water returns to his pickup. He backs it as close as he can get to the front of the trailer without entering that mud hole. He gets out of his truck to speak with Goes-late-in-the-night. "Grandfather. I'm worried about the stability of your trailer. That jack is holding it in place for now but when it's pulled out of position..." "You're right." Goes-late-in-the-night ponders the matter. "If you, Mike and Jes-ee-ah stand along side and steady it with your hands when it's pulled from the mud, that will prevent it from tipping over. I can back your truck up to it. My grandson can make the hook up. Is that alright with you?" "That's what I was going to suggest," says Running Water. Simon is resigned to what he has to do. To our surprise, the boy strips out of his pants. Running Water looks startled. Jes grins. I watch him wade into the muddy pool until he's standing beside the trailer's hook up. The lower part of his body is submerged. The old man gets into the pickup and backs into the quagmire with its rear tires sinking alarmingly. It sends a dark wave over the youth. Running Water calls out to the boy. "Are you alright?" "I don't mind being a mud monster again," answers Simon. "How close am I?" shouts Goes-late-in-the-night through the window. Simon indicates that the truck isn't properly aligned. "You're too far to the right," I call out to the old man. He changes gear, the truck struggles to pull out of the hole and when I don't think he'll make it, he does. I look back at the boy with alarm. He's totally covered in mud. "Have grandfather try it again," asks Simon. Goes-late-in-the-night backs the pickup to his trailer after making a slight turn. My right hand circles in the air to direct him while I'm keeping my eye on Simon. The rear end of the truck nearly hits the trailer's hood up. "Stop!" Simon turns a crank that lifts a hooded cap to the trailer. When it's high enough, I direct his grandfather to slowly back the truck up to it. The two vehicles align. The boy cranks again in a counter-clock direction to set the cap down over the truck's steel ball. "It's ready to be pulled," says Simon. "The telephone and electric lines need to be disconnected first," says Running Water. Goes-late-in-the-night gets out of the pickup to tend to that himself. Simon wipes the mud from his face. Jes gives me that Look for having seen this youth for himself. All of him. I'm surprised by his attraction for a Native boy. :You don't just like white guys?: I Ask in a tease. :Simon is very cute,: Answers Jesse. :I've Seen into his heart and found it wanting. Don't be shamed by anything you've done with him. I'm not. He needs to know that being gay isn't bad and that a man can be found for him. Shall we take this youth under our wing?: I'm looking around to see if anyone is staring at Jes and me, knowing what we've been Saying to each other but that's silly. No one can eaves drop on how we Talk to each other. :I would like to help Simon. His grandfather has asked me to guide the boy.: My eyes drop to my feet. :I'm not sure if I can trust myself though. Know what I mean?: :Yes, love, but you didn't listen to your dick. I trust you to honor your vow not to hurt this youth.: What Jes Said proves that he's been peeking in my head yet again. :I'm trying not to, love! Our connection is strong. Your thoughts intrude on me sometimes whether I want to Hear them or not.: I take a deep breath and release it. :Okay. I know that you mean well, my love. We'll Talk about Simon later. For now, we need to get this trailer out of the mud.: Running Water walks up to where Jes and I are standing. I'm reminded that this delay is gonna make him even later for work. "I am sorry, my brother." "For what?" Running Water only has to look at my face to know what I'm talking about. "I was able to call Roy to tell him what's happened. He's rescheduled me to work tomorrow." "Oh." Wind-blows-over-the-grass must have had a cell phone with him. I turn to Jes. :Were you able to call your mom?: :No. She wasn't home but I left a message on our answering machine.: I notice Running Water staring at Simon who's standing waist deep in mud. There's a strange look on the man's face. He breaks out of his spell when I point out where we've propped up logs to support the trailer's right axle. "That's what worries me," says Running Water. "When the truck pulls forward, them logs will be dislodged and the trailer might tip over." "You're right. Goes-late-in-the-night's wife is still inside." "We can push on the trailer's side to steady it," suggests Jesse. That would mean having to stand in the mud. I don't see any other way around it though. I'm turning to Jes. :Are you ready to turn into a mud monster like Simon?: :Why not? I look forward to cleaning up in the river with him.: "The trailer could fall on us," warns Running Water. "Not if all four of us are pushing," answers Simon. The boy has gotten out of the muddy pool to stand with us. Jes and I look him over with keen eyes. Running Water is staring at the youth too. He turns to Goes-late-in-the-night and warns the old man that his trailer could tip over when the pickup starts pulling it from the mud. "I should take my wife out to be sure of her safety." We watch the old man enter his trailer. Running Water points to a stack of firewood near where Simon is standing. "We need to set some of those under my truck's rear tires so they'll gain some grip to the mud." The three of us fetch logs. We return with several in our arms and they're dropped by the rear of Running Water's pickup. "Ready to join me?" asks Simon in his high-pitched voice. A sly grin comes to my lips when I start pulling off my clothes. Running Water gives me a startled look until he realizes that he can either keep his on that'll get muddy or strip. Jes is undressing. When Goes-late-in-the-night steps out of his trailer with his wife in his arms, Running Water offers to help. The woman is set in a lawn chair. My brief glimpse proves how ill she is. Like a rag doll, her head slumps to her chest. A blanket is drawn up to her face. I'm wanting to go over and introduce myself to her but realize that my appearance would be rude. No clothes on me. The woman is likely too ill to greet me anyway, I realize. Jes nudges me to get my attention. I untie the eagle's feather from my lover's hair when he turns from me. My eyes fall to his little butt. Our bodies bump together, sending intense longing in me to hold Jes close in my arms. I notice Simon staring at us. I'm lifting the bundle from my chest and set these things over our clothes. Running Water returns. Jes and I are ready to push on the trailer without a stitch on. Simon smiles with anticipation. He wants to watch the man undress. This isn't lost on my brother who shakes his head in dismay. He pulls off his shirt. Shoes, socks and pants come off next but not his underwear. "You aren't going to join the club?" asks Simon. He slaps over his butt. "Don't be modest, Running Water." I turn to Simon who is drenched in mud. That's gonna be our fate in a moment so why should he soil his underwear? I tell my brother so. "Alright," answers Running Water. He pulls them off. "Happy now?" I'm not sure if my brother said that out of humor. He looks around self consciously as if dreading being seen naked. There's only us guys. Simon's grandmother is slumped in the chair with a blanket nearly covering her head. Running Water catches the boy staring at his cock. He drops his arm to cover it from sight. The man's modesty has me smiling. Goes-late-in-the-night must have gotten into the truck because I hear him honking the horn. I walk up to the window to tell him that we're about ready to make the attempt. I quickly streak back to the others. "Logs need to be put under the rear wheels first," reminds Running Water. "Oh, yeah." I'm grabbing a piece of firewood along with Jes. Simon is given one from Running Water. The boy enters the muddy pool with it. He scoots over the trailer's hook up with my eyes enjoying the flexing to his little butt during that maneuver. I set my log next to Jesse's under the right wheel. He gives me that Look. :That boy is an eye catcher,: comments Jesse. I don't Answer my lover. Running Water grabs the remaining piece of wood at his feet and calls out to Simon to get it from him. They exchange glances when they meet. The boy wades back in and scoots over the trailer's hook up. Jes and I are enjoying the sensual twisting of his body. Running Water scolds us by his stern looking eyes. "Don't get any ideas about him, Mike." I'm laughing. "He's the one who tried seducing me." My brother grows wide in the eyes. "Yeah. That's a gay boy on the lookout for a guy so you'd better watch yourself. I've told him that I'm already with Jesse." Simon draws our attention by his high-pitched giggling. He's putting on a funny display. The log in the boy's hands is sprouting from his groin as if it were a big cock. He jerks it a few times while making sexy grunts. I'm laughing. Jes joins me with his giggles while Running Water shakes his head in dismay. "Does his grandfather know?" "Goes-late-in-the-night asked me if I could help ease the boy's heart in this thing." Running Water glares at me. "I swear it! I'll tell you more about it later. We need to concentrate on getting this trailer out the mud." Simon signals to us that he's placed his log under the wheel. I wave for him to join us. Running Water hasn't entered the quagmire, I'm noticing. Jes picks up on my intent and we're both splashing muddy water at him. The boy joins into the fun. "Hey!" shouts Running Water. "Stop it!" He raises his hands as a shield. "Well, get your butt in here then." We end our splashing. Water is running down my chest. When I look at Jes, there are muddy splatters covering his back. I'm giving Simon a stern look. He mouths, 'Mud monsters'. I break out in a grin. We'll have to clean up in the river for sure now. Running Water directs us to take up positions along the trailer. He grasps Simon's hips and sends him towards the front door. That'll be the safest place to put him. The four of us stand side by side with our hands raised up to the trailer. Goes-late-in-the-night is told that we're ready. We hear the truck's engine rev up. "If the trailer starts falling, get yourself away!" warns Running Water. He's standing closest to the truck in mud up to his thighs. I'm beside him with Jes standing between Simon and I. There's an alarming lurch when the truck starts pulling the trailer from the mud. My arms are straining. Muddy water splashes over us when the pickup struggles forward with its wheels spinning. They finally gain hold over them logs we've placed under its tires. There's a screeching metal sound. In the next moment, the trailer is pulled free. Relief fills me. Goes-late-in-the-night turns the truck in a wide right circle until he's pulling past us with the trailer in tow. Running Water streaks over to the truck and directs Goes-late-in-the-night to where the telephone and electrical lines will reach his trailer. The pickup has to make several turns until that's accomplished. The engine is shut off. "Thank our Father!" exclaims Goes-late-in-the-night. "We did it." He gets out of the truck. I'm noticing the sly grin on this man's lips when he looks at us. We're naked but mud covers us from head to toe. Simon begins to sing in his high pitched voice. "Look at the three mud monsters all standing in a row!" The boy giggles. I'm sticking my tongue out at Simon. He appears more mud monster than boy so that makes it four. Goes-late-in-the-night rushes to his wife and helps bring her back into the trailer. Running Water wipes the mud from his face. Jes is circling around me with Simon clinging to his waist. I know that they're up to something. "Can you tell which one of us is your lover?" Simon had lowered his voice a notch to match Jesse's. "Well let me see..." It's obvious who is who in spite of being covered in mud because of their differing heights. Jes also wears his hair in a braid while Simon's flows freely down his back. "Close your eyes," asks Simon. "I'll bet you can't guess!" :I know it's a silly game, love. Will you play along?: :Sure.: I cover my eyes with my right hand. "No! Just close your eyes because you're going to need both hands free." "For what?" I'm asking Simon. He only giggles in reply. I close my eyes. Nothing happens for a long moment but then there's a slippery warmth pressing up against me. My hands are led back around him. I feel their dick. :Are you in my arms or is it Simon?: I Send. :That's the game, love. Guess.: Before my hands can do much exploring (their dick was limp), I find myself standing alone. My eyes open. Jes and Simon are facing me with smug grins. "Who was it?" the boy asks. I'm slowly shaking my head. "There wasn't enough time for me to find out." "Okay. Close your eyes again, Mike. Whoever it was will give you a second chance to guess." I take a quick look around for Running Water. He isn't found. Simon scolds me to close my eyes so I do so. :Where's my brother?: I Ask. No reply. Someone presses their butt up against me. I reach around but this time, I lift my hands to their chest. Is this Simon? There's no hair pressing against my chest so I'm not sure who I'm holding. "It's Jes-ee-ah," I announce in a guess. My eyes open. "You're right!" shouts Simon. "Keep your eyes closed." Jes steps from my arms. After a long moment, I feel someone pressing against the back of me. They're flexing their butt. It's the same height as mine so I reach back to grasp my lover's waist. "It's Jes-ee-ah again!" "Wrong!" announces Simon with a giggle. The boy was standing on tip toes. He pulls himself out of my hands and for a long moment, I wait for something to happen. Will they press against the front of me or my back? I'm getting excited by their game. I sure hope that Running Water won't be scolding us. A hand whispers over my butt. I'm reaching back but there's no one there. Someone gives my dick a squeeze and lets go. I swing my hands to try catching someone in arm's reach. It's only empty air. "You've guessed right one time and guessed wrong," says Simon. "Now, which one of us is going to be giving you a hug?" My arms reach forward and catch someone. He enters my embrace with our bellies touching. I'm feeling loose hair against my chest so this has to be Simon. He grabs my ass. That's very naughty of him. I grip the boy's hips and try lifting him up but to my surprise, he's too heavy! My eyes pop open. I find Running Water staring back at me. He's giving me a wicked grin. "That's cheating! No one said that you were entering into our game." The man laughs. "I'm glad you did though." I'm reaching down for his slippery butt and pull over it to mash our cocks together. His is hard. If Simon weren't here, we'd be belly rubbing. "I remember playing this game in my youth," says Running Water. "Really?" He lets go of my ass so my hands drop away from his. We part from each other. Jes and Simon clap their hands in triumph. "We won!" the two shout. "Yeah. But you have to admit that it was unfair." I turn to my brother. "You've played this game where everyone was in clothes. Right?" He shakes his head back and forth with a grin coming to his lips. "Then it wouldn't be much fun," Running Water explains. "My friends and I played Blind Man's Tag on the bank after skinny dipping in the river. Four or five boys. None of us were any older than twelve or so. The one who had his eyes closed chased after the others who teased him by touching parts of his body. The boy who got caught would take his turn closing his eyes. It was lots of fun. A way to dry off after our swim." I sense that my brother is holding something back. Maybe he doesn't want Simon to hear about that aspect of their game. I'm gonna press him about it. "Was there a penalty for the boy who was caught the most times?" Running Water's eyes flare in alarm. "It's okay to tell us. I'm sure that Simon isn't gonna be shocked. Right?" "Tell us!" Simon begs. "Yes. Tell us, uncle. Please?" I see that Running Water is gonna give into their pleading. It's there on his face that's starting to turn red. "The boy who's been caught the most times... well. He has to, ah. He jerks the others off then all his friends would pull over his thing until he begs them to stop." "I'll bet that you were always trying to end up the loser in their game of tag." Running Water sets his jaw and his face turns to stone. Oh. My words may have been true but they've embarrassed him in front of Simon. "I would have wanted to lose," admits Simon. "It's really like winning for a gay guy because you can pull on lots of dicks under the guise of it being a penalty. I'd enjoy having them all jerking me off. I wouldn't be begging them to stop!" The boy looks down at his erection with a grin. Jes gives me shy eyes. Oh. He's remembering the embarrassing thing that happened in his youth when he begged Charlie to stop pulling over his thing at the corral. Running Water speaks up. "I hardly ever lost. I'd feared that my friends would think I enjoyed the penalty too much and call me queer." Simon quickly loses his grin. I know that some of the boys in school have called him that. Jes picks up on my thoughts. He reaches his arm around the youth in a side hug. "It's okay to be queer," whispers Jesse. "I am. They think it's something bad but we're no different from any of them." "What do you mean?" Simon asks. "We feel the same longing to find someone to love. Just like them, we can express love with our hearts, with our eyes, through kissing and the pleasure of our bodies that's not much different from the acts they perform." Simon is shaking his head. "Men and woman can join as it was meant to be. That's how a baby is made. Gay guys have to do other things. Some are dirty." "No. They really aren't," answers Running Water. "When you love someone, your body can express that with him in joyous acts that brings pleasure to you both." "What about sucking? Even if a man lets his wife do that to him, he's not going to stick in her butt like we have to for joining." I speak up. "Men have done that so they won't get a woman pregnant. She may also want to feel his cock inside her there or let him enjoy a tightness that her pussy can't give. The point is, being gay simply means that you're attracted to someone of the same sex. Men with men and women with women. They feel the same love in their hearts like straight couples do for each other. What they do in bed is up to them to embrace that joy of being together. It isn't dirty." Simon is thinking over what I've said. Jes has slipped around behind him to tighten their embrace. Their hands join in front. "What about just having sex?" Simon asks. "I think gay guys fuck around more than normal people. That's why more of them are infected with AIDS." I notice that the boy is avoiding my eyes. He's feeling guilty about trying to do things with me so I'm not gonna answer that. Jes remains silent. I turn to Running Water. "What do you mean by 'normal people'? If that describes those who don't fuck around then it can mean a gay couple who are dedicated to each other as well as a straight couple who don't have sex with anyone else. There are men and women who enjoy sex with different partners. That's why you find bars and nightclubs in most cities so they can meet. I'm talking about straight people. It's true that there are also gay people who are only looking for sex. What's wrong with that so long as they're consenting adults who play it safe? I get so mad when hearing that AIDS is a gay disease that God has brought down to punish them. That's just some Christian bullshit because anyone can get it." I'm startled to hear Running Water cussing out those of my religious following. I want to speak out that not all Christians believe what he's said but I stop myself. "My brother's point is that anyone can get AIDS whether they're gay or straight." Simon looks over Running Water's body. I glean what he's worried about. "I've tested myself recently," says Running Water. "I'm negative." Relief fills Simon. "It's okay to have sex with someone you like?" I notice Simon's eyes turning from my brother to me. "You should wait until you're ready to handle that," asks Running Water. "You mean until I'm eighteen so I won't get a guy into trouble?" "Yes. There is that concern. What I'm saying is that you might confuse the strong feelings that comes from having sex with what it really means to be in love. When you grow up, you'll understand." "I know what you're saying." I'm waiting with bated breath for Simon to admit what he's done with me. It wasn't much really, but I'd be embarrassed if Running Water were to learn about it. "Weren't you having sex with friends in your boyhood?" asks Simon. Running Water slowly nods. "Yes. We did things like jerking each other off after playing that game of tag. Boys mess around. That's not wrong because it was done in fun and we knew that's all it was. Most of my friends didn't turn gay when they grew up. I was born that way." "Did you ever suck on a boy or fuck with someone?" asks Simon. He notices the hesitation in Running Water. "I can't believe that you didn't wait until you were eighteen before doing that with guys." "Well..." stutters Running Water. I see the growing tension in my brother. He's done some fucking before he reached legal age but it didn't scar him emotionally. Creeps Over The Sand had taught him the difference between love and just having sex. "Simon. It's not polite to ask that," scolds Jesse. "Okay. I'm sorry, Running Water." The boy grasps his erection to prove that he isn't some dumb kid. "I've been jerking off a lot but it's not that satisfying anymore." Simon gently pulls from Jesse's arms. He stands in front of Running Water to stroke over his hard dick. "I can handle having sex with someone. More than just to play with it alone." Is the boy gonna try something with Running Water? He sees his grandfather coming out of the trailer and steps back a few paces. That old man runs to us with surprise showing on his face. "Why haven't you gone to clean up in the river? You weren't waiting for me, were you? I am sorry." "No. We just got caught up in talking," answers Running Water. "Your grandson asks a lot of questions." He breathes out sharply from nervousness. Goes-late-in-the-night peers at Simon. He can see that the boy is hard. So is Running Water. I'm dreading what he might say about it. "Hmm. It's good for you to say things to my grandson so he'll understand." The old man smiles. "Get off to the river now and clean up. I'll put some more wood onto the fire." He ambles off to fetch some logs. "You wanna race to the river?" asks Simon. "Sure!" Jesse chases after the boy in a run towards that hill behind the trailer. Running Water is walking after them with a limp, reminding me that he's hurt his right leg so I get up beside him with my left arm going around his waist. We slowly make our way to the hill. When we reach the top, we look down to the river where Jes and Simon are engaged in a fierce splashing contest. My hand goes low over Running Water. I'm enjoying the slippery feel of his butt and his right hand lowers to mine. "How old is Simon?" asks Running Water. "Nearly fifteen." "Did you tell him about you and me?" "No. He knows that Jes and I are together as a couple. We talked about what it means to be gay and he's all fired up to find someone for himself." I decide to be bold. "Simon tried having sex with me." Running Water gives me the eye. "I didn't, even when he stuck his butt at me a few times." I'm not gonna admit that I've jerked the boy off. We make our way down the hill. Our eyes are upon Jes and Simon playing in the river. I think Running Water is interested in that boy. "Is the water very cold?" asks Running Water. "Yeah. Simon and I had cleaned up here after we raised his grandfather's trailer earlier. What a mud hole! I wasn't expecting that you and Jes would be wallowing in it with us." I'm laughing all of a sudden. Running Water reveals humor in his face. Together, we enter the river. Man! It is cold. Simon and Jes wade towards us with mischief in their eyes. I splash at them to preempt their imminent attack. Running Water joins me. It turns into a fierce contest with hands splashing water in every direction. Simon falls onto his back to splash with his feet. I'm grabbing hold of them. The boy is pulled towards shore. "Hey! That's not fair." When we reach the bank, I turn my hands and lift the boy's feet to my head until his butt presses up against my stomach. He cries out in fright. My arms are straining to prevent him from falling on his head. Running Water comes up behind Simon. With his help, we turn the youth around until he's back on his feet. The two of them end up in a hug. Jes steps from the river with a grin on his face. :Let's form a big hug!: I Send. My lover is quick to stand on one side of Running Water and Simon while I get on their other side. Our arms wrap around them. Tightly. I hear high-pitched giggles coming from the boy. Running Water resists for a moment until he sees that it's only in play. "We're no longer mud monsters," sings Simon. "Then what have we turned back into?" I ask. My hands drop to feel over two wet butts, one lower than the other. "Hmm. Are these donkey rear ends? I'm not finding any tails though. And they're too smooth." "Asses," says Simon. "One of them has some fur." I'm feeling the boy's hand rubbing over my butt. "Mine isn't that hairy." I pull harder over their slippery backsides to tighten Simon's embrace with Running Water. The man releases a sharp breath. "Okay. Enough of this silliness," huffs Running Water. "We're keeping warm this way," says Simon. He pulls harder over the two butts in his hands to mash himself against Running Water. It feels good. "The fire will dry us." Simon counters what Running Water has said. "The sun can do that for us too. Hey! Does anyone want to play Blind Man's Tag?" "That's a boy's game." "Yeah. You're right, Running Water." A bolder idea comes to Simon. "I'm old enough to try things that you like to do with other men..." I feel Simon pulling over Jesse's backside and mine to drive himself against Running Water. The man gasps. "We can belly rub," asks Simon. Running Water pushes on all of us to break up our hug. I see the boy's erection and the fire burning in his eyes to play that man's game I've told him about. It's too bad that my brother doesn't want them to belly rub. "Why don't you want to?" asks Simon. He kicks at a clump of dirt. Embarrassment shows on Running Water's face. He glances at Simon as if thinking it over. I feel the sexual tension growing between them. The man is reluctant to do anything. Maybe because Jes and I would be watching them. "Mine is bigger than any of yours!" Simon wiggles his hips in a tease to get his dick flopping against his belly. "We'll see about that." I give Jes the eye and he comes into my arms. We kiss. Our hands lower to feel over our wet butts that'll get our dicks hard. :We'll show him who's bigger, my love.: :You just want to show off. I don't mind, love. Your arms around me! We may get wet bellies before we manage to separate ourselves.: :Ah, yes! I want that.: We're kissing something fierce. Running Water clears his throat so I'm turning from Jes to peer at the man. He lowers his eyes from our display and makes me realize that we've embarrassed him. Simon is standing beside Running Water. He's taking turns looking at the man's cock lifting from his balls and our tight hug. I glean that the boy is waiting until my brother is ready to be coaxed into belly rubbing with him too. A hard dick can prove difficult to ignore. Jes distracts me with his kisses to my right cheek. I turn my face towards him so we can kiss. Ahh! They are wonderful. Our cocks are stabbing between us in beat to our hands pulling over our butts. My lover is right. We're gonna get wet bellies soon. I hear a gasp from Running Water. We turn to see that Simon has jumped onto the man with his legs snaking around his butt to force their hug. "Cool your horses!" shouts Running Water. He lifts Simon off him with both hands gripping the boy's underarms. "He just wants to try what he sees us doing." Running Water is shaking his head. The boy's feet are kicking. The man's arms are straining to hold Simon a few feet off the ground. In the next moment, they're falling in a heap of disjointed arms and legs. Jes and I separate to see if anyone's gotten hurt. Running Water is laying on his back. I see pain on his face. He begs Simon to get off of him. Jes helps the boy up, standing behind him with his long arms coming around his shoulders. I kneel at my brother's side. He's grasping his upper right leg. "Is it hurting bad?" I ask. "Some." "Did I hurt him!" asks Simon. He breaks away from Jesse to find out. "No. Running Water sprained his leg during our long walk down the road." My hands carefully wrap around the man's calf. I feel the swelling to it. He flinches when I massage it. Simon is kneeling close at my side. An idea comes to me. "Your tumble with him might have hurt it some. Here. You take over." Simon takes my place at Running Water's right leg. His hands go the man's calf. I hear my brother grunt in pain but he doesn't tell the youth to stop. Jes kneels in front of me. He lifts his shoulders in a gesture for me to massage him. My hands eagerly go to his back. It's still a bit muddy. We didn't really spend much time in the river to clean ourselves; just splash each other. I'm not looking forward to getting cold again. I peer over my lover's shoulder to check on Simon. His hands have moved up to Running Water's thigh, the knuckles to his right hand whispering against the man's balls. I'm working my way up Jesse's back. My body huddles closer over his to share warmth. My cock presses against his slippery butt. :I hope Simon knows better than to grab my uncle's thing.: I'm peering over Jesse's right shoulder to see if the boy is gonna. His hands are lowering back down Running Water's leg until he's massaging its swollen calf again. The man flinches in pain. Simon notices, reaching over to his left leg. "Is this leg hurting you any?" asks Simon in a timid voice. "No." Running Water closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. "Your hands feel good." :Your hands too, love.: I'm massaging Jesse's shoulders that has him moaning. I gently finger around his neck, my face lowering to the left side of his head to nibble on his ear. "I love you," is whispered for only him to hear. :I love you too, Short Hair.: My heart bursts to hear my lover's Mind Whisper. I'm leaning away so that I can massage my way down Jesse's back. My cock is tingling. It's sticking up along the upper crack of his ass but I'm content that it remain there. I don't want Simon to see us.... well. Maybe he isn't too young to witness that intimate joining between two men. He already knows how it's done. I'm reminded to check on the boy's progress. I peer over Jesse's right shoulder and see that he's massaging both of Running Water's legs, each hand giving thumb and finger pressings to them. The youth keeps his eyes focused on what he's doing. A quick look at my brother shows that his eyes are closed almost as if in sleep. :That part of my uncle isn't sleeping,: Sends Jesse. I look at Running Water's cock. It's standing at attention. Simon has reached the man's thighs with his fingers rising to his waist. The boy shyly thumbs into his balls. Jes and I are waiting to see if the youth will dare to massage his cock. Running Water begins to squirm. His face reveals how tense he is and I glean that he's not wanting the boy to handle him. I breathe out, "Simon." The youth glances back over his shoulder and sees me shaking my head. I lift my right hand to gesture that he massage above the man's 'obstacle'. He nods with understanding. I'm massaging down Jesse's back. We're both watching Simon's progress up Running Water's body with his swirling hands. The boy has to lean forward to reach the man's chest. I'm trying to see if their dicks are touching but I can't tell. Simon's butt is humping a little in rhythm to his hands working over the man's upper body. By the time the boy reaches his shoulders, he'll be laying over him for sure. A belly rub may happen. :Simon has nearly reached my uncle's tits,: comments Jesse. :That's a sensitive part of him.: I reach around to grasp my lover's breast. :How do you know?: :I've seen him fingering his tits when we've sat in the hot tub. You know what my uncle was doing to himself with his other hand under the water.: :Yeah.: I swirl my fingers over Jesse's tits and feel them getting hard. He begins moaning with pleasure. Running Water is also moaning. We watch Simon reaching higher for the man's shoulders which he grasps. The boy is laying fully over him now. I notice a revealing humping to his little butt. :They're belly rubbing,: Sends Jesse. I hope Simon knows that it's only sex between them and not love. "Are you done massaging me?" asks Running Water. "No," Simon blurts out. He sits up to end what he was trying to do with the man. "I can massage your back." Running Water turns around. The boy timidly sits on his butt with his hands going to work over the man's long back. :If you lay down beside him, I'll give you a complete massage.: Jes knows what I'm talking about. He is quick to join his uncle over the grass. I sit on him. Simon peers at us with an intense expression on his face. I'm tending to Jesse while Simon massages Running Water's back. No one says anything. A slight wind is blowing along the bank. We've mostly dried off in the sun that's turned into a warm afternoon. I palm over Jesse's brown back that has him moaning. Running Water's face is pressed in his crossed arms. There's no sound out of him. The boy's hands have made their way up the man's back until he's reached his shoulder blades. :My uncle is probably feeling a little tickle to his butt,: Sends Jesse. :Not so little.: Simon is nearly laying over Running Water to reach his shoulders. His little butt is flexing in rhythm to his massaging. It's exciting to see their two brown bodies pressed together with a splash of black hair going in every direction from their heads. Simon doesn't lay over Running Water for long. He sits up, hands working their way down the man's back. I've already made a round trip with my hands massaging over Jesse's back. I scoot down to his legs. My lover's butt is awaiting some special attention. Hmm. :That youth is gonna see us doing it.: :How else is the boy going to learn?: I'm taking a deep breath. My hands go to Jesse's butt. I'm palming over his brown cheeks with much excitement. He wants me to fuck him in front of the boy. My cock is tingling with anticipation. :Okay. We'll show him how it's done.: Simon sees what I'm doing to Jes. He's still sitting over Running Water with his palms timidly pressing down over the upper part of the man's cheeks. I show the youth how my hands have complete access to the butt below me. I'm even pulling on Jesse's cheeks to peek on his asshole. He'll soon be seeing me doing a lot more to it. :Yes, love. My butt can hardly wait.: :You gay fuck!: :I'll take that as a compliment, love. Would you like a massage after you're done with me?: A sharp breath is sucked past my teeth. Jes wants us to do each other? I glance at Simon as if fearing that he's Heard us. The boy is scooting down Running Water's legs. He's about to handle the man's ass when he turns to me as if seeking my approval. I jerk my head in a gesture for him to go for it. His hands are shy at first because he isn't sure if Running Water will allow it. The man continues playing dead under him. Jesse humps his cheeks to let me know that he wants to feel more than my hands on them. I peer at Simon. Running Water's ass has his full attention. The boy's dick sticks out between his legs like a little spear he's preparing to fling. I wonder if my brother would allow it to land inside him? Jes sticks his butt up. My face lowers to give kisses to both soft cheeks. He moans out loudly. I'm enjoy him too much to see if Simon is peeking at us. He probably is but has a butt of his own to attend to. I give my lover small bites. His butt wiggles in my hands but they're not gonna escape from me now! I stick my nose into the crack of his ass. I'm breathing in his musky scent. Ahh! My tongue sticks into his tight hole. I put spit into him to prepare the way for my cock that's really aching me to get inside. I pull my face back to take an urgent breath. I'm glancing at Simon who quickly turns away from us. He's been massaging Running Water's ass for a while. His dick must be aching him to do more. I realize that the boy has already gotten off a few times today yet he's young and able. At his age, I was beating off a lot to satisfy my lust. When Simon peeks at me, I gesture for him to open Running Water's butt. His thumbs reach in. After a moment's hesitation, the boy gently spreads the man's cheeks. He peers inside. Jes sticks his butt up sharply. I'm quick to return to rimming him. When enough spit has been put in my lover's hole, I pull my face away so that I can put my cock in there. I'm spreading spit over my pink knob. :Yes, love. I'm waiting for you to join our bodies!: I glance at Simon first. He's spinning around and lays down over Running Water's back. Huh? He starts pulling over his erection. Oh. He doesn't think my brother will allow him to fuck him. The boy looks in our direction. I'm feeling a bit embarrassed so my hands return to massaging Jesse's ass. :I'm ready for you, love.: :I know. I'm just not ready yet. Okay?: Jesse understands. My hands pull on his cheeks so that I can look at his hole. It's glistening with spit. A sharp lust fills me to stick in yet I'm stopped by my shyness. When I glance at Simon again, his butt is humping against Running Water's. It's a sensual meeting of brown shapes, a smaller pair of cheeks pressing down on the man's cheeks. The boy's left hand strokes over his foreskin while he's feeling over their touching butts with his other hand. Our eyes meet. My cock is poised to stick into Jesse's ass. I'm still hesitating because this kid is watching us. Jesse crawls a little closer to Running Water until their elbows touch. They exchange glances. I hear my brother's long sigh, his head turning in Simon's direction. The boy has his eyes closed in concentration while he beats off. "You can turn around and lay over me if you want," asks Running Water. I'm as startled as Simon to be hearing that. The boy lets his dick go and flings his arms out. He carefully turns himself around with his fingers digging in the grass. Running Water reaches back to his butt with his left hand. My eyes grow wide when he sticks a finger into his hole. Was that spit he's putting inside himself? The man spreads his legs and sticks his ass up. Wow. I think he is offering to let the boy fuck him. Simon pulls the man's cheeks apart. I hear his sharp breath from seeing its entrance where their bodies will join. The youth glances at me. I take my cock in hand to point it through Jesse's cheeks to show the boy how it's done. Simon grasps his dick and aims it downwards. Together, we stick into the brown butts below us. :I knew that my uncle was going to let Simon do him.: My chest lowers to Jesse's back. My cock slips all the way through his slimy tightness until my groin presses against his cheeks. I see that Simon is fully laying over Running Water's back. He clutches the man's shoulders. The kid turns to us with fierce eyes. What I see on that boy's face is adult longing. His body remains still over the man's. Oh. Is he waiting for me to let him know that it's alright? That's not for me to decide. Running Water must know what he's doing but will it leave Simon feeling confused afterwards? I don't want him to be hurt. :You worry too much, love.: Simon turns away from us. His hands surge over Running Water's shoulders when he begins his stabs. I look down at his butt. It's making the proper fucking motion. I bury my face in Jesse's neck and begin my own motion. My thrills are already intense. It's exciting to be making love in front of the youth. Gone is my earlier embarrassment. :You feel real good inside me,: Jesse Sends. :My uncle is enjoying his boy too.: We hear Simon moaning. His hands surge over Running Water's shoulders while his little butt flexes in and out. I'm enjoying my lover's ass that's soon to fill with my love. :Yes. I want that, love. My uncle is also going to get a wet butt.: :I can't believe that Running Water is allowing it. It's the boy's first experience so I hope that his heart won't get hung up on the man afterwards. They're just having sex together.: :Maybe my uncle doesn't see it that way.: :What do you mean?: No. Jes can't mean that my brother wants to take this boy for his lover. No way! I'm distracted from Thinking to Jes when Simon lifts his chest abruptly from the man's back. He looks down at where their bodies are connected with concern on his face. "I'm getting close," the boy gasps. "Should I pull out?" "No. It'll feel better if you stay inside me," asks Running Water. He stretches his arms out along the ground in a gesture of surrendering to this boy's need. After peering back at us, Simon lays over the man's back. His little butt starts flexing again. More fiercely this time. Sharp cries are coming from the youth. He's fucking Running Water good and hard. A smile comes to my lips when I hear the man grunting. Not from pain; he's enjoying the boy's savage stabs. It's just sex, I'm telling myself. Jesse doesn't Say anything in reply. I return to my own act of love. His asshole tightens around my cock when my stabs become very fierce. I'm nibbling on his ear. Moans come out of my mouth. I smile when hearing his answering wails because of what my cock is doing to him. This is a wonderful act to express our love. It feels real good, too! :I'm getting the complete package, love.: :Yeah.: I glance at Simon doing the man below him. They're enjoying their fuck but that's all it is. No kissing or sweet talk. My balls begin to tingle in warning. Jes Feels my cock stiffening in his butt and I Share how intense it's Feeling. My arms tighten around his over the ground. "Jesse!" I cry out. I'm grunting when pleasure explodes in our heads. My quick spurts fill his butt with a sensation that feels different somehow. :I felt them, love. The joy of it! You see, Mike? You can still act as a man when in my arms.: Jes means when I lost my manhood strength to Hawk Flying Over. He's right, though. I'm still acting like a man to give this man all my love. A sense of relief comes to me beyond that familiar sensation from my dick. My body slows over Jesse's. Breaths race through my mouth while I enjoy that weary feeling that comes afterwards. I'm remembering to check on Simon. The humping to his butt has stopped. He's done it! The boy's face is pressed into Running Water's neck so I can't see the expression on it. Is he guarding his heart from getting hurt? Hope so. After a brief rest, I get to my knees and gently pull from Jesse's butt. My mouth goes down to plant some kisses over it. He has me inside him. I'm still in awe of an act that joins two men together in love. I turn my head to check on what's happening with them. Simon is stroking over the man's long hair. He turns to us with a weary expression on his face. He must have given it his all. I'm nodding my head in recognition of his act. It's made him a man. Running Water is squirming over the ground. The boy lifts himself from the man's ass with a dripping dick. He looks down at it with pride. I scoot back over Jesse's legs. He wiggles his brown butt in triumph for capturing my love inside him. The boy leaps to his feet. He offers a hand up to his companion. My brother takes it, carefully getting to his feet. He lazily stretches himself. I'm smiling when the man reaches back to grasp his butt. Simon is grinning from ear to ear. Running Water becomes shy. He avoids the boy's eyes when shifting most of his weight to his left leg but stumbles a little until he regains his balance. His right calf must really be hurting him. Simon notices this too and drops down to massage it for him. "That's okay, Simon." The boy gets to his feet obviously stung by Running Water's rejection. He peers down at the man's hard cock then looks intently into his eyes. I see his hope for them. "Are you alright with what we did?" asks Running Water. The boy nods. "It wasn't done in love, Simon. Please let me hear you say that." "I don't love you." The boy drops his eyes to his feet. "You were just letting me know what it's like." Running Water grasps Simon's shoulder. "When I was about your age, a man let me fuck him so I'd know what it was like. My heart thought that there was also love between us. I learned that he was already with someone and it took me a while to get over him." "I hear you," mutters Simon. He steps closer to Running Water and touches the man's belly. "You're in need." "I'm okay." Running Water steps back so the boy won't grab him. I get to my feet and Jes takes my hand to stand up beside me. Simon comes to us with a plain face. My lover reaches his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Let's clean up in the river," Jesse asks. I'm noticing that my lover's dick is growing limp. I didn't get massaged but we'll attend to it tonight, I'm sure. Simon is racing Jesse to the river. They plunge in and begin a fierce splashing battle. I'm startled when arms come around me from behind. I relax, grasping Running Water's hands that lock over my chest. His hard cock sticks my butt. "Was it wrong of me to let him?" asks Running Water. He releases a tense breath. "I should have let the boy get off when he was laying over my back." I'm shrugging my shoulders. It had been an amusing sight when Simon was beating off on top of him, butt to butt. I'm thinking that got Running Water excited and that's why he asked the boy to turn around. "Mike?" He wants me to answer him. "What you asked Simon afterwards was real good. Now, he knows." "His head does. I'm worried about his heart." I look toward the river. Jesse is kneeled behind Simon in the water. He rubs down the boy's back until his hands disappear beneath the water. The boy leans forward slightly. I gasp when Running Water's cock slips between my cheeks. It's oozing a lot. "Feels good in there. Warm." "Yeah," I breathe. A rhythmic beat begins in my butt. I'm tightening myself back there so my brother's cock will feel good. He's gonna be giving me wet cheeks in a moment. "That kid got me so hot," whispers Running Water. "When he asked me if I was in need, I was going to belly rub with the boy but I'm glad I didn't." I'm nodding in understanding. "You were right not to. Simon might have taken that as a loving hug. In a way, getting fucked is mostly one sided. You can't see each other's eyes, the longing in your faces or be able to kiss." "He is sweet. I hope that Simon will find someone who'll be good to him." Running Water has lowered his hands to my hips. I reach back to hold onto his flexing ass when he drives himself into mine. His cock sticks my hole sometimes, causing me to flinch. It's not been prepared to get fucked. I look back at the river to see that Simon is now kneeling behind Jesse. He's undoing my lover's braid. Then his brown hands run down my lover's back until they're under the water. Jes leans forward. I get the idea that he's enjoying the kid's hands feeling over his butt. After a moment, they're hugging with the boy's arms tight around him. I'm not jealous. I have a man's arms around me. "Hmm. It's a nice sensation to have a wet butt while fucking into one," says Running Water. Ron has given him a wet butt lots of times but never let himself get fucked in return. I'm glad to be giving my butt to Running Water. My hands tighten over his wild humping. There's some pain when the man tips into my asshole. It feels very slippery between my cheeks from all his oozing. His stabs come faster. I know that he's close to it. My legs spread. Ouch! I'm getting stuck and feel a strong gush in my butt. He releases a low throaty groan against my neck. I clench my teeth from the pain. "Did I... hurt... you?" gasps Running Water. "Not much. It felt good." His ass slows its humping. I'm pulling over it to try slipping his cock all the way into me even though he's already cummed. Running Water gasps. "You're getting well broken in, Middle Loved." "Yeah." Pride fills me. I realize that he's called me by my secret name. My hands let his butt go to cover his hands that are locked over my belly. "It's nice having our bodies joined." I'm enjoying his kisses to my shoulder. We stand together for a while. I look towards the river and see Jesse is talking with Simon. His thoughts are being blocked from me. Running Water's hands are feeling over my chest. I know that he likes my hair. His cock is still very hard in me so I'll have to wait before getting him out of my butt. Chris often went to sleep beneath Owopspec before his cock softened enough to slip out. He liked keeping their bodies fit together. I'm humping my butt against Running Water to enjoy the feel of his cock in me. It's still stiff. He gives me a few stabs. The intense sensation takes my breath away! I think he's massaging my prostate. My cock begins to swell up so I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation. My asshole is slippery from him cumming in me earlier and stretched enough so his deeper stabs don't hurt. I'm panting for breath, giving in to the strange pleasure coming from my butt. The man is sucking over my neck that has me moaning. "Am I hurting you?" Running Water pauses from his thrusts. "No. Don't stop!" I beg. A sharp gasp escapes from my mouth. "Your cock is feeling real good. I didn't know..." Breaths rush out of my mouth. I'm backing onto Running Water's thrusts that he's keeping very deep in my ass. Such intense thrills! "I know what you're feeling. Ron's cock did that to me and it sometimes made me shoot to his bed when he fucked me hard." I'm bending over to direct how the man stabs into me. Ahh! More of his weight presses onto my back when I surrender to the pleasure he's given me. It's kind of strange, yet intense to where I think I'll shoot from my cock. A wet slapping sound comes from our bodies. Running Water is grunting a lot. I think he's getting to the ending part because his cock stiffens that causes me some pain. I'm enduring his fierce stabs. When the man releases a loud groan, I realize that he's cumming inside me even though my butt doesn't feel it. Breaths race through our mouths. He straightens up behind me and holds me close while we rest. "That was tremendous," I gasp. I'm sensing this man's relief. My cock is really aching me. I've already released it in Jesse's butt so its stiffening had come from getting fucked good! A twinge of guilt squeezes my heart. My lover's dick doesn't have the same reach so I can't enjoy that same intense sensation when he's making love to me. Running Water's left hand reaches down for my cock. He begins pulling over it for my pleasure. I'm humping my butt in and out to enjoy the sensation of his swollen cock moving inside me. Both these pleasures combine. I didn't know that getting fucked could feel so good. Running Water becomes tense. I open my eyes and see Simon standing at our side with a look of betrayal on his face. My brother releases me in a rush. I step forward to separate our bodies under the boy's harsh glare. Ouch! I'm reaching back to grasp my aching butt. "You couldn't do that with me?" asks Simon with hurt in his voice. He turns to Jesse. "You see what they did!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of file: NEWLUV19.TXT The story continues in: NEWLUV20.TXT