----------------------------------------------------------------------- POTTERY-SHARDS-4 "A Boy Once More" {Part #4 of 9} Copyright 1997 by Vince Water ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "A Boy Once More" The young brave peeked out his wigwam doorway to the loud shouts and giggling of boys. Five youths were playing nearby. He watched their sun-kissed bodies wrestle with one another. They fought to order their strength amongst themselves. The youngest was only eight summers old. The eldest boy, Rain-bird, was fourteen. His body was covered by a long breechclout like the men of his tribe. The other boys wore simple buckskin flaps or nothing at all. Half-moon was the next eldest. Although only eleven, his body was more developed than other boys his age. He possessed good running legs and strong arms. A match for the fourteen year old in their fight. A glance under half-moon's front flap would prove his true age; the youth was smooth groined and he had a small pole. The remaining boys were younger. Crow and Raven were both ten since they were twin brothers. The eight year old was named corn-boy. He went about nude as all young boys do. His excitement at watching Half-moon wrestle with Rain-bird was obvious. While clapping his hands and hooting, the small boy seemed not to notice the finger-sized erection that stood up against his belly. The brave chuckled at the youth's innocent display. He doubted that Corn-boy knew of the pleasure that handling his hard pole could bring him. That's one reason his older friends wore buckskin flaps. Shouts of excitement filled the air. The two wrestling boys had fallen to the ground in their fierce contest. They rolled over each other to try gaining the advantage of being on top. Neither youth was ready to give in to the other. Half-moon managed to snake his legs around the older boy's waist. He closed them tightly. When Rain-bird struggled to free himself, his thong belt snapped. The long cloth loosened from his body. All eyes went to this boy's nakedness. The brave saw that Rain-bird's body was nearly that of a man's. Unlike his younger friends, Rain-bird had groin hair. His semi-erection was suggestive of a healthy size. The boy's rear end was lean and well muscled. An attractive roundness to it held the brave's lust-filled eyes. He longed to feel over that boy's soft curves. The two boys rolled over the ground. It became Half-moon's turn to show off his rear end. Unlike the older boy, there was a flatness to his butt from its lack of muscle development. Both cheeks were ground-stained since the youth neglected to wear a rear flap. Rain-bird delivered several hard slaps to the youth's butt. Half-moon squealed out in protest; his arms loosened. The unfairness of it brought the three boys to his aid. Rain-bird found himself fighting against four boys. Their melee became a horde of arms and legs disjointed from youthful heads, butts and erecting front ends. It had become a wrestling orgy. The young brave smiled. It reminded him of his younger days. He had often wrestled with boyhood friends or been in play of more 'intimate' games. The man wondered if these young boys participated in such pleasures. The twins managed to pin Rain-bird's arms to the ground by sitting over them. Corn-boy kept hold of one of the boy's kicking legs. Half-moon easily gained the top advantage on the older boy. He bounced over Rain-bird's stomach. A loud hoot of triumph filled the air. Half-moon raised his arms to the sky and threw back his head. His long hair dropped at his shoulders. The boy's second victory cry died in his throat though. The brave searched the reason for it. Corn-boy giggled. He pointed at Half-moon's butt and the long dick from Rain-bird that was sticking through it. Inspite of being pinned to the ground, the older boy had managed a clever way to fight back. He bucked his ass to drive his manly weapon deeper through Half-moon's butt. The tip of it could already be piercing the boy's tender hole. Half-moon sprang up in a rush. He stood apart from the other boys with a sly grin on his face. His hand rubbed over his rear end as if pained there. Rain-bird laughed at him from the ground. It seemed that 'his' was the final victory. The twins freed Rain-bird's arms when they sprang away to dance around Half-moon. They taunted him by lifting their front flaps to point their hard dicks at him. The brave recognized which dance that the twins performed. With boyish 'spears' in hand, the brothers portrayed 'hunters' who surrounded Half-moon, the 'buffalo' which they stalked. The brave watched it all with lusty interest. Rain-bird was performing an exciting 'dance' of his own. Corn-boy sat nearby to watch. To the curious youth, it looked like Rain-bird was stretching out the thick skin to his dick. He was amazed by its spear-length when compared to his own small fleshy stick. The twins ended their dance to watch Rain-bird's lusty performance. Unlike Corn-boy, they knew what the older boy was doing to himself. Half-moon crouched nearby to watch. Beneath his front flap, a healthy bulge formed. The brave's view of Rain-bird was blocked by the four boys sitting around him. It prevented the man from seeing what was happening. The twins' back were to him. Corn-boy sat over Rain-bird's legs but in such an angle that the man couldn't see the expression on that little boy's face. Only Half-moon sat towards him. The brave tried to read that boy's expression. It was one of curiosity and amusement. The brave searched for more clues. On the ground behind Raven was Rain-bird's forgotten breechclout. He had never seen the older boy without it. Even when Rain-bird went swimming with his friends in the river, he had kept his body covered. That long cloth, it seemed, gave the boy his identity of being a man. Only little boys wore simple flaps or nothing at all. Corn-boy giggled again. The brave couldn't glean anything further from Half-moon's face so he strained his ears to listen. Other than giggling, he heard a skin-rubbing sound. The young man grinned. It was obvious as to what Rain-bird was performing in front of his younger friends. Raven turned to his twin brother with a sparkle in his eyes. He reached under Crow's front flap to grasp on what he found within it. A gentle pulling motion followed. Crow felt a little embarrassed but was glad that his breechclout kept the other boys from seeing much. Half-moon wasn't as shy. He pulled away his buckskin flap to show off his hard dick. It stood up against a smooth groin. His quick handling made for a funny display. Corn-boy giggled. His bright eyes quickly moved from one boy's lusty act to another. He reached down for his hard stick to join into their game. It was a newly discovered pleasure for the youth. Rain-bird reached for Crow's thong belt. His fingers untied it. The buckskin flaps loosened from the youth's body and revealed to all what his brother was pulling on. Corn-boy grinned. He saw that Crow's dick wasn't much bigger than his. Raven's thong belt was next untied. Rain-bird wasn't surprised to see that the youth's erection was identical to his twin brother's. The two boy became shy in front of the others. Their hands paused from pulling on each other's pole. Rain-bird took each youth in hand to continue the male rite. His swollen dick laid unattended against his belly. Corn-boy was still awe-struck by Rain-bird's size. His hand curiously reached for the older boy's dick. It felt very hot and moist in his small hand. Rain-bird turned to the young boy with a grin. He nodded for Corn-boy to pull over his aching erection while he handled the twins. Corn-boy began a pulling motion over the older boy's dick. It was a man's size. He saw a brown knob pop out from the thick skin. A sticky fluid filled his hand from it. The dick's hardness felt like the deadly power of a spear shaft to the young boy. His eyes widened in envy. Half-moon was jealous of Corn-boy. He had wanted to take hold of the older boy's dick and pull over it as the youth was. That could have led to a bolder act between them. Half-moon remembered his butt being stuck into during their wrestle. He had a strange desire to try fitting Rain-bird's long dick between his butt cheeks to tickle against his hole. Rain-bird was unknowing of Half-moon's desires. He was busy handling two hard poles. He wondered if the twins were of age to squirt from them. Corn-boy would soon get his own dick to come out. Doing that would bring much prestige to him from the younger boys. He was the leader of their group. Within the brave's breechclout an erection had grown. He watched the boys' lusty game with much interest. He wanted to compare Rain-bird's size to his own but the twins blocked his view. By a man's standard, he knew that his dick wasn't a very long one. 'Was Rain-bird's as big as mine?' the brave wondered. A bold plan came to him. The brave rose from his mat and stepped into the sunlight. A man's lust for boys demanded satisfaction. His heart raced with the challenge of it. The pleasure had been a long time in coming. "Aiiiii!" the brave shouted in challenge. Five heads turned to him with startled looks. There was a flurry of motion. Brown naked bodies sprang from the dirt like a herd of spooked deer. Raven and Corn-boy turned to greet the young brave. Half-moon stood between them. Their shy expressions were amusing to watch. Rain-bird had grabbed his long breechclout and ran. The brave saw him streak behind a grass hut. Crow followed him with his own flaps. It didn't surprise him that Rain-bird was embarrassed by his nudity. 'Why did Crow run away when his twin brother stood proudly before him?' "Greetings to you, Short Man," spoke Half-moon as was expected of him. His two companions remained silent though. The brave frowned. The spell was broken. Boyish giggling to pleasurable acts had turned to silence. 'An adult was watching.' Their young faces were filled with embarrassment and some fear. Gone were their cute smiles that the man had hoped for. A sad realization swept through the young brave. He stood amongst boys and he was no longer one of them. Short Man turned from the youths without a word. He heard them run away when he entered his wigwam in defeat. Dark shadows fell over him. Memories from last summer filled his head. It was only a handful of moons ago that he had been one of them; 'a boy.' A boy who could play games and embrace boyhood friends as these youths had done between the wigwams. That summer had started out in honor for Short Man. He had turned fifteen and was initiated by the tribal elders. A beaded headband and eagle's feather were given to him as the signs of his rite of passage. With the wearing of these proud things came the responsibilities of a newly named brave. A young man of the tribe who was expected to strive in becoming a warrior. Nearly a year had come and gone like the wind. Short Man's body remained small like a boy's. He stood four fingers shorter than the other young men of his age. It appeared that he was a hopeful youth instead of the man his initiation had made of him. The tribe accepted that he was no longer a boy. Short Man didn't feel that he was a brave either. In him remained the playful and carefree stirrings from his youth. His body was boyish and so was his wild spirit. How he longed for that time when he could play games with his friends! His flesh still lusted for them. That drive in him was most troubling since there was no release. At first he had tried accepting that he was no longer a boy. Being a newly named brave had offered him new paths. He stood with the other men in council. Young women casted their hopeful eyes in his direction wherever he walked. Yet Short Man felt no manly stirrings in him to take one for a wife. None could satisfy him. His heart ached for what he had achieved in the arms of his boyhood friends. A year had nearly passed. It weared on him. He could no longer deny his youthful spirit. How could he turn back that lonely year, the man wondered? His path in life was set forward. It had become a race to see which of the young braves in the tribe would be first to become warriors. He was falling behind the others. No squaw in his wigwam. There were no honorable coups or deeds won by him. A brave in name only... A bold thought dropped into Short Man's head. Why not become 'a boy once more?' A plan started to come together. He knew that the celebration of the Mid-summer's Dance drew near. It had brought all five tribes of the People together to form one great tribe again. Friends and kin who were parted by the migration would be met there. His plan could work. He would not seek out old friends but look for boys from the other tribes who didn't know of 'Short Man.' The brave glanced down at himself. He pulled away his painted breechclout that announced his manly rank. He saw that his body could pass for a boy's with only a few changes. A flint knife was used to trim down his groin's thick mane. The blade was next taken to his long black hair. He cut it back to when he was a youth of fifteen. The rest of the day was spent in further preparation. His hands crafted the necessary disguise. Gone from his waist was his painted breechclout; a man's garment. His nakedness was covered by two meager flaps of buckskin. He put away his beaded headband and eagle's feather. The brave stood up and looked upon his new self. What he saw pleased him. The flaps of soft hide barely covered his slim body. A boy again. 'What name should he take for himself?' The rear cloth against his body drew his attention. It was too much cover for his butt. He pulled it away and took a knife to it. What remained only covered the crack between his cheeks. He knew that the boys would understand its meaning... He only needed to go out and find them to fulfill their lusty desires and his own. Short Man giggled. A proper name came to him. He would call himself 'No-tail.' It was a name with special meaning. One of the tribe's dogs had lost his tail last winter in a fight with a coyote. That loss had diminished the dog's rank amongst the other males. And like that once proud hound, the young brave was also forsaking his identity as a man. A troubling thought came to the brave. The people of his tribe would still recognize him and wonder at his boyish appearance. It was important that he not be discovered. Short Man decided that he'd have to wait for morning before leaving his wigwam. He would sneak away to the marshes and wait for the heated hand of Father Sun to drive boys to the cool ponds. There were many swimming holes between the encampments. He would scout them all out. An excitement gripped the young brave. With his plans made, he laid over his mat for the night. Sleep was hard to find. He knew that with the rising of the sun, he would leave behind his manly identity. Only a boy would go forth from camp to find new friends. Morning came. The loud shouts of boys awakened No-tail. He rose from his sleeping mat and eagerly ran outside. This time, the five youths allowed him to play. The boys wrestled to reorder their strength from yesterday. The younger boys ganged up on Half-moon. Rain-bird jumped on top of No-tail since they were nearly the same age and height. A great happiness swept through the would-be boy. No-tail kept his greater strength in check so as to not give away his true identity. Their struggle remained balanced with neither of them gaining the advantage of being on top. It became a joyous embrace of warm struggling boy flesh. No-tail took every opportunity to feel over his companion's male body. Half-moon managed to subdue his boys by sitting on them. The two brothers, Crow and Raven bore erections and they made it plain to their captor as to what they wanted done with them. Corn-boy sat close to watch Half-moon pleasure the twins. No-tail gave in to the struggle by rolling onto his belly. Rain-bird was quick to sit on top. Their butts touched. He pinned No-tail's arms to the ground in triumph. Raven cried out. A smile came to Rain-bird's face. He watched Half-moon's hands expertly play over each of the twins' fleshy sticks. A rosy tip popped out from the poles of each young boy. Raven cried out in sweet agony. Corn-boy handled his stiff. As the youngest boy, his pole was the smallest. Yet he knew that the two brothers couldn't squirt out either. A dry release still felt good though. No-tail watched it all. His heart filled with such a happiness for being a part of lusty boy games again. A tickly sensation drew his attention. Something stabbed between the cheeks of his ass. It was Rain-bird above him. He relaxed his ringed muscles to allow the boy's penetration. Their bodies joined. It thrilled No-tail that he was being 'raped' in plain sight. None of the other boys seemed to notice. Half-moon was busily torturing Raven and bringing his brother to a dry climax. Corn-boy watched them as he pulled over his stiff pole with increasing thrills. No-tail gasped when Rain-bird began his thrusts in him. He had never seen the boy's erection but could feel its length stabbing through his butthole. Nearly a man's size. Unlike the other youths, this boy would do more than cry out at his ending. The thought of taking this boy's squirts into his butt was immensely thrilling for No-tail. Corn-boy curiously turned to the two rutting boys. He saw that Rain-bird was laid over No-tail's long back. They seemed to be joined in some adult act. Rain-bird's ass flexed beneath his breechclout. The front of his cloth was spilled on the ground at No-tail's waist. Their bodies were naked against each other. His eyes widened in surprise. The youth watched the boy above stabbing into the boy below him. A squishy sound came from it. An understanding swept through Corn-boy. He rose from the ground to investigate the boys' sexual rite. His erection was still in hand, slowly being pleasured. No-tail noticed the young boy watching them. He saw the puzzled look on the youth's face and grinned. It seemed that Corn-boy was unknowing of how two males copulated. He obliged the innocent youth with a performance. When Rain-bird stabbed, No-tail raised his butt up to meet it. That brought out a lusty groan from Rain-bird. Their fucking pace increased. Corn-boy stepped behind the two boys and peeked between their sweaty, rubbing bodies. His eyes took in an amazing sight. No-tail could imagine what the young boy was watching: a savage struggle of sex playing out between two horny males. The top boy was conquerer, the boy beneath him, conquered. 'Would their male joining be frightening to Corn-boy,' he wondered? Rain-bird didn't seem to notice the spying youth or he was too close to his release to care. His stabs through No-tail's ass became savage. Low moans filled the air. No-tail could hardly wait for the boy's strong squirts to fill his butt. A boy's high-pitched cry. Corn-boy witnessed a boy's lusty release inside another boy's asshole. The joining of two males. It became too much for the young brave. He was swept by powerful sensations that erupted out of his dick. He felt the strong splash of cum against his buckskin flap. Rain-bird's squirts felt deep and never ending... Short Man woke up. He was laying on his belly inside of his wigwam. The faint light of morning could be seen from the smoke hole above him. There was a ringing sound in his ears. The smell of sex was strong in the brave's nose. He felt a thick wetness against his front buckskin flap. A quivering sensation came from his butt. He reached a hand back to cup his cheeks. It had felt like the boy's dick had been stabbing between them. His fingers found only a dry hole. No sperm had been truly given him from that sweet boy dream. A weariness came to the brave. His dream had spilt from him all desire to chase boys. Reason replaced lust. He began to question his lusty plan for this day. 'What did I truly seek from the boys?' Short Man wondered. The brave's thoughts flew back to yesterday when he had returned to his wigwam in disappointment. He remembered how the boys had ended their naked games when confronting them. He had only wanted to play along. As a boy, he would have been allowed to join into their games. That would have led to sexual embracings like in his dream. The boys from yesterday saw him as a man of their tribe; a young brave to respect. Their lusty rites ended when he had rushed out to meet them. The sweet possibility to join them... broken. Short Man thought about his lust-filled dream. Rain-bird had mounted his ass. A youth had watched his butthole getting fucked while the other boys were being pleasured in hand. All the youths had accepted him as the boy, No-tail. The brave smiled. He had a plan to embrace boys without having to act it out in a dream. The young man eagerly sprang to his feet. His arms stretched towards the faint light of morning that peeked through his wigwam's smoke hole. A coolness was felt over his lower body. It made the man laugh. He peered down at his boyish nudity. Meager flaps covered his youthful loins and pale butt. The man's eyes fell to his sleeping hide. His scantily clad body would need cover should he run into any of his tribesmen. He reached down for it. A lightning sensation went through his asshole. The slim thong in back had tickled against his crack from bending over. He spread his legs and stuck his butt out. To perform this in front of a boy could win his sweet seed from him. That was what the young brave hoped. The day ahead was planned through in Short Man's head. He had no need for food. His 'other hungers' were going to be satisfied. No need for weapons. The great strength of all five tribes were encamped in the valley. He could handle himself against any boy that may wish him harm. He looked forward to the exciting possibility of a boy trying to rape him! Short Man wrapped the brown hide around himself. He pushed on the door flap and stepped out into the early morning. There were no boys playing nearby; no one about at all. The young brave quickly stole out of camp. He took to the paths that connected the marshy ponds. The warm hide was kept around himself while he scouted. Father Sun would have to be near the height of His sky before any naked boys would be found. Time enough for him to memorize the lay out of his 'hunting grounds'. Short Man knew that some of the ponds were clear and used as a source of drinking water. He kept to the paths furthest from his tribe. He didn't want to be discovered by any boys who knew of his true identity. On this day, he was a fifteen year old boy named No-tail. The 'boy-looking' man passed through many ponds and marshes. Most were clogged with tall weeds, too shallow or topped with smelly green algai. He noted which ponds the boys would be likeliest to use for swimming. His feet eagerly sought out new trail possibilities of finding boys. After passing a stand of cat tails, he came upon a startling discovery. Standing at a pond's edge was a naked youth. Short Man sprang back into the tall weeds. His foot had made a noise but the boy hadn't noticed it. His back was to the man. At the youth's feet was a long stick attached to a water skin. That explained his presence in the marshes so early in the morning. The youth was only a stone's throw away. He stood at the edge of a clear pond. Twelve summers of age, the brave estimated from the smallish size of his butt. He noticed that the brown cheeks was slowly moving in and out. The boy's hands were in front of himself. His legs were spread. The brave watched the exciting spectacle. He knew what his eyes were spying on. A common enough thing. The young boy was pleasuring himself. The man continued watching it to be sure. A pleasant tingling filled Short Man's loins. He dropped the warm hide from his body and quietly stepped out from the weeds. In his hand, he coaxed his own erection. His front flap was pulled up against his belly. Mud sucking at the man's feet gave his presence away. The youth's head quickly turned to him. The youth relaxed. All traces of fear disappeared and were replaced by amusement from watching the boy's similar game. It was exciting to watch. The older boy walked up and stood near the water skin. In the boy's hand was his long dick, slowly being pulled over. The youth eagerly turned around to reveal herself. The brave's smile turned to a frown. He saw that the youth's fingers were pushing into a smooth slit where the legs joined. This was a young girl. It made sense to Short Man that she would be fetching drinking water instead of a brother. It was a disappointment for the young brave. The girl's hands reached out to the excited boy. Her legs spread. It was made plain that she wanted to take the boy's need into her. She eyed the boy's erection with awe. The brave was amused by the girl's offering but he stepped out of her reach. A gentle rejection to her desire for a joining. His hand fell away from his long dick and rested at his side. It didn't thrill him to continue the act after learning of the youth's gender. "Are you afraid to mount me?" the girl asked. "I'm too young for your seed to grow a baby in me," she explained. "You're old enough to burn in the want of my body. Take me." The girl's offer was tempting to Short Man. He had never desired to mount any of the squaws but this youth had a smallish body like a boy. Her butt was also nicely rounded. He wondered how it would feel in his hands in their tight embrace. The brave decided against it. He turned from the girl to show off his backside. His hand made a loud slap against his bare cheeks. "I'm also looking for the boys," the man answered her. The girl's eyes widened in surprise. To prevent any difficult questions, the man ran off. It amused him that his thong in back flew away to show off his butthole. He ran past his sleeping hide in the tall marsh weeds. He decided to fetch it later. The young brave's feet tore up the muddy path as if running from Death's Hand. Laughter erupted from him. He wondered if the girl was amused by the thought of his butthole being in competition to her smooth slit for the lusty attention of boys. A strange thought dropped into his head. 'What would it have been like to stick into the young girl?' the man wondered. If his sperm hadn't been spilled this morning from his dream, he may have been horny enough to mount the girl as she asked. After a long run, a new pond came into sight. Short Man rested at the foot of it to catch his breath. Sweat chilled his body. A boy's flaps weren't much in the way of cover against the cool morning. His painted breechclout in the wigwam would have been warmer. To don it would have announced his true age and ruin what he hoped to gain this day. Short Man sat down over some dried weeds to rest. Their coarseness tickled against his butt. He longed to feel the smooth warmth of a boy's groin against his rear end. To trick a boy's seed from him was this day's goal. The man chuckled at his lustful thoughts. He glanced down at his front flap and smiled. It was being pushed up like one of the northern tribe's tipis. He recalled all the times in his youth when his small hand had reached in to pleasure his aching dick. He lost himself to those memories. His boyhood name had been Arrow because of the slimness to his body. To his friends, Arrow had a lusty meaning. They had seen how he was always getting an erection. And like an arrow, he enjoyed shooting it off in front of them. The underside of his front cloth was often stained. It had taken on a sweet smell. Everyone in the tribe had known its meaning; he had become an older boy. When named a brave last summer, Short Man's lusty games with the boys had ended. It was expected that he would seek relief in a squaw. The thought of it disgusted him. Even a girl's smallish body was of little interest to him. The girl's height was a boy's and although she was smooth groined, without a penis, her nakedness wasn't appealing to the man. He desired a boy's fleshy stick in his mouth with its sweet drink or to take its thrusts up his butt. The shape of the boy's body and his maleness were paramount to his sexual gratification. He had a strange spirit yet he accepted it. What concerned Short Man was that he sought a more meaningful thing. A boy's devotion and love. His body was able to coax a youth's lusty response but to win his heart was a more valued thing. The young brave wondered if he would be successful this day. A sharp sensation drew the man's attention to his front flap. He quickly let go of his hard dick. Its lusty handling had brought him close to it. There was a wetness in his hand; the sticky fluid that comes from being excited. He wiped it under his front flap. The cloth seemed small in his hand. The brave chuckled. As a newly cut flap, it didn't have the proper boyish scent. His dream this morning had initiated it. The oozing excitement for his dick further stained it. By day's end, his front flap would smell as it should. Many thoughts went around in Short Man's head. It became a battle within him. He questioned again why he sought out boys instead of taking part in the Mid-summer's Dance. He risked much for it. The young brave sighed. What he hoped to gain was an end to loneliness and his sexual fustration. He wanted to find what his heart sought for: young love. A boy's worshipping eyes and his fluttering, other-seeing gaze during his sweet climax. That was a greatly prized thing. Short Man had seen such things in the eyes of his boyhood friends during sex play. He wanted to experience it again but as a man to a boy. Father Sun rose in His sky to the top of it before the troubled young man stood up again. It was becoming a warm day. Short Man's stretching body welcomed the touch of Father Sun upon it. The low fog that had hung over the ponds earlier had faded away. The brave returned to his task. He had a good idea of which ponds would be used by the boys this afternoon. His feet tore up the paths to check on them. His ears strained for the prey. He passed the smaller pond where that girl had been discovered. His eyes looked for 'boy signs'. There were none. In the tall weeds, Short Man was relieved to find his sleeping hide. He let it be. He would collect it later that evening when its covering would be needed when returning to camp. The eager brave went off in search of boy friends. It became a long hunt. Father Sun beated down hard on the brave. His body became sweated. When he ran, his butt felt chilled from its lack of covering. He noticed its pale color. The full breechclout that he had worn as a brave had kept his rear end well covered. A boy's meager flaps didn't hide much. A smile filled the man's face. He felt confident that his disguise would work. His body was small like a teenager. With his hair trimmed back and buckskin flaps for covering, his body would pass as a boy's. He had only to find them. Short Man knew that everyone would be looking for ways to cool off during the hot summer afternoon. Squaws kept to their grass huts. The men rested in ceremonial lodges while the ponds attracted boys. The brave slowed his step on his approach to a large pond. His eyes read small foot prints over the muddy path. Boy sign! A high-pitched shout filled the air. It was followed by faint giggling. He held his breath in anticipation. Short Man anxiously slipped through the weeds and peeked out. Three boys were swimming in the pond. On the bank were their breechclouts. The possibilities excited the young man. He studied them to see if any were known to him. The eldest boy looked to be in his mid-teens as judged by the length of his hair. His shoulders were well muscled. There was a maturity seen in his dark face. Short Man knew that his initiation into manhood would be forthcoming. Only a few moons remained to him as a carefree boy... A sad pang went through the brave's heart. He remembered his last boyhood months as the anxious wait he had to endure before being named a brave. Afterwards, things had changed. None of the boys would play with him as before. He had become a man in their eyes. A 'short man' with less chance of becoming a warrior than the other boys initiated with him that summer. The passing year had been a lonely one for him. One of the boys shouted. Something was cast from his hand into the pond. Short Man watched three butts turn in the water when the youths submerged. A ripple of circles enlarged over the surface. Silence. The brave counted to his sixth heart beat when a boy surfaced. The youth raised his left hand in triumph. Short Man studied him. He appeared to be in his early teens. The face was unfamiliar. A long scratch was seen over the boy's right cheek. It marred what would have been a handsome face. Another youth broke through the surface. He paddled towards the scratched-cheek boy and held onto his shoulder. The pond seemed too deep for that youth to stand up in. A boy of ten? The scratched-cheek boy took hold of his companion's backside to steady their embrace. The youth stopped paddling the water. He held fast to his taller friend to rest. Short Man grinned. He recalled the slippery warmth of a companion's body against him when standing in deep water. Chipmunk had enjoyed clutching his body when resting between the water games. Chipmunk had always become excited from their naked embrace and he allowed the boy's rubbing against him. While he held onto Chipmunk's rear end, the youth rubbed against his side with his erection. The other boys had noticed their bobbing motion in the water and hooted. Chipmunk had responded with a sharp cry when he came out from his dick. It was a fine game that he often played with his younger friend. Short Man studied the two boys for a similar embracing. Scratched-cheek boy held his younger friend close to him. They often glanced at the middle of the large pond. No revealing motion between them. The brave wondered if these youths even played sex games. Scratched-cheek boy proudly showed off what was held in his right hand. Short Man saw that it was a colored stone. Things became clear to the brave. He realized that these boys were playing a finding game. One stone had been found. The absence of the older boy proved that he was still searching the pond's bottom for the remaining ones. It became a long wait. Short Man grew anxious for the missing boy. 'Was he gathering the remaining stones or had a water spirit claimed him?' the man wondered. He counted to ten more heartbeats before being forced to act. Short Man stepped from the cat tails. He rushed into the water with a splash. His sudden appearance alarmed the two boys. Before the man could explain himself, the third boy shouted from the far bank. He had been hiding in a stand of weeds at the pond's far edge. A wicked grin was on his face. Short Man held up his right hand in a peace gesture. He slowly made his way over the muddy bottom to stand with the two startled youths. He spoke softly to calm them. "I was worried for your friend," the brave explained. "When he didn't surface, I jumped in to help him." The younger boy nodded his head. "I'm called Little Moon," he announced. "What's your name?" The brave smiled. "I'm No-tail. It seems that we were tricked by your friend who was hiding in the weeds." "I wasn't," spoke the scratched-cheek boy. "My brother has played that trick on me before. He was trying to scare Little Moon into thinking that he had drowned." "What is your name?" the brave asked. "I'm Drum Sound. My brother is named Wind-in-his-legs." Short Man nodded. He watched Wind-in-his-legs dive into the pond from his hiding place. When he neared, he revealed two colored stones in his hand. His dark eyes studied the new boy. "That was a fine trick you played on us," the brave announced to Wind-in-his-legs. The boy smiled in response. "I was playing it on Little Moon," explained the tall boy. "Your rescue attempts were very amusing to watch." Short Man frowned. It annoyed him that Wind-in-his-legs was a little taller than himself. The boy had powerful arms and chest muscles. Intelligence could be seen in his dark eyes. The brave wondered what Wind-in-his-legs surmised about him. Did the boy see through his disguise? An uneasy silence came between them. Wind-in-his-legs studied No-tail as a rival. They appeared to be the same age. He wondered how strong No-tail was when compared to himself. 'A wrestling match would prove it,' he thought. A youth's high-pitched voice broke their challenge. "I found one stone," claimed Drum Sound, "and my brother has two of them. There's still one stone down there..." There was a flurry of motion at the boy's words. Little Moon sprang from his companion and dove into the water. He was joined by Drum Sound. Only the two youths went in search of the missing stone. The brave stood with Wind-in-his-legs in an uneasy silence. "Which tribe are you from?" asked Wind-in-his-legs. Short Man paused a moment to think up a clever lie. "I'm visiting with the Grass Huts People to meet my father's sister. I don't come from any of the five tribes." Wind-in-his-legs thought through what he had heard. He noticed that No-tail didn't speak the name of the tribe he was from. Yet he felt obligated to announce his own. "My brother and I are from the Northern Roamers. Little Moon is from the Plains Hunters." Short man nodded. A noisy splash in the pond attracted their attention. Little Moon paddled towards them with something clutched in his right hand. It made for a difficult swim for the youth. He sputtered in the water. Short Man sprang to his rescue. He swam to the little boy and took him in hand. The bottom was too deep for the man to stand up in so he fell to his back in the water, cradling Little Moon in his arms as he kicked towards the bank. "I found... one!" the youth gasped. "Keep a hold of it while I bring my own 'prize' to shore," the man whispered. Little Moon gladly clung to him. The youth took in urgent breaths. It had taken much out of the little boy to win his colored stone. Drum Sound surfaced. He swam to his brother and whispered something to him. The brothers were slow to make their way in joining No-tail and Little Moon on the bank. Three naked boys stood at the pond's edge. Short Man looked over their bodies with hungry eyes. His own body was covered with a soggy breechclout. That didn't prevent him from enjoying the slippery warmth of his companion. Little Moon wiggled to free himself from the man's embrace. He was carefully dropped to the muddy bank. A red stone was tightly held in the boy's fingers. He eagerly revealed it to Drum Sound in triumph. "I had also found a stone," answered Drum Sound. "My brother has the remaining two." "He should have!" Little Moon shouted. "He's older than us. And I'll remember his 'drowning trick' the next time we play finding stones. I'll be sure to warn everyone about it." Wind-in-his-legs laughed. "That's alright. I've had enough fun watching No-tail jumping into the pond to save me!" Short Man grinned. Not from what Wind-in-his-legs had said but from the 'trick' he was playing on these three boys. It seemed that he was accepted as one of them. A slapping sound drew the brave's attention. He watched Drum Sound striking his butt with both hands. The act puzzled him until Little Moon explained it. "That boy likes to slap over his butt as if he were playing on a drum!" The brave smiled. He noticed the roundness to Drum Sound's rear end. A red color was being slapped to it. The boy's game was getting the man excited. His soggy front flap wouldn't be able to hide it. Little Moon asked, "why are you named?" to No-tail. The young brave replied by turning from the three boys and wiggling his butt. The slim thong over its crack danced. That made Little Moon giggle. Drum Sound saw No-tail sticking out his butt. A bold plan came to him. He lept behind their unsuspecting new friend and began playing over his 'drum'. The young brave allowed it. Everyone laughed at Drum Sound's loud slaps. Little Moon came to Drum Sound's side. The youth was coaxed to take his turn at playing on No-tail's 'drum.' He felt excited to hear the sharp strikes his hand made over the No-tail's warm butt. Wind-in-his-legs also wanted a turn. He came to stand between the two youths and he began slapping No-tail's rear end. Harder strikes. A red color came to the pale flesh. It amazed Wind-in-his-legs that the new boy allowed it. The young brave grew more excited. He felt the hands from three boys slapping over his butt. Wind-in-his-legs was making harder strikes that hurt him. The man knew that his endurance for pain was being tested here. Short Man stood up proudly with folded arms over his chest. This rite of pain wasn't unlike the harsh tests his elders had given him during his rite of passage. He stuck his butt out. His new friends became frantic to make him run away in defeat. During the wild melee of butt slapping, No-tail's thong belt snapped. The man's buckskin cloths fell at his feet. He turned to reveal his hard dick to the boys and he even pulled over it to taunt them. A knowing grin filled Wind-in-his-legs' face. He wondered if this new boy would allow his body to be used for sexual pleasure like his younger brother. The three boys moved to stay behind No-tail. They continued making loud drum sounds over the angry-colored butt. Little Moon was amazed at how No-tail endured it. He glanced down at himself. A finger-sized erection stood up against his belly. Little Moon wasn't embarrassed. He saw that the other boys were also erected. Wind-in-his-legs had the largest dick. Drum Sound was handling his own length as was No-tail. The little boy waited to see what exciting things would unfold. Drum Sound enjoyed the thrills his long dick gave him. He stood away to pull over it. Wind-in-his-legs continued to slap over No-tail's butt. Little Moon helped. Drum Sound noticed that he wasn't the only boy with an erection. No-tail pulled over himself while enduring the butt slaps. Little Moon had a hard pole but he wasn't handling himself. Drum Sound wondered why. Wind-in-his-legs had his long dick sticking towards No-tail. There was a sexual energy in his brother's eyes that he had seen many times before. He realized that his brother wanted to stick into No-tail. The idea of it bothered him. Drum Sound acted. He stepped in front of his older brother and slapped his butt for attention. Wind-in-his-legs found himself blocked from striking No-tail. His hard dick pressed against his brother's rear end. He knew what Drum Sound wanted. Wind-in-his-legs held his brother's shoulders. Their naked bodies touched. He felt the warmth of Drum Sound's butt against his hard dick. The soft cheeks even humped against his need, coaxing an entry. They had never joined where others could witness it. Wind-in-his-legs wanted to be sure of his brother's offer before sticking into his butt. Little Moon was unaware of what was happening between the two brothers. He was able to reach No-tail's butt which he soundly struck. Wind-in-his-legs was also within reach. The youth slapped over that boy's rear end with a playful grin. Wind-in-his-legs didn't notice the strikes to his backside. He was deep in lust's spell. After Drum Sound nodded for him to do it, Wind-in-his-legs pulled his brother's butt onto his hard dick. His oozing tip pushed forward to find the boy's hole. Short Man turned around at the lack of attention to his butt. He saw Drum Sound facing him with a strange expression. Wind-in-his-legs stood close behind with strong hands on his brother's hips. Some pain entered Drum Sound's eyes. Little Moon's eyes were very rounded. He had witnessed Wind-in-his-legs sticking through Drum Sound's butt and connect. No-tail had also seen it. He felt disappointed that his butt wasn't the one taken. The brothers' joining was interesting to watch though. A swaying motion began. Wind-in-his-legs held his younger brother's body close to him in a kind of dance. Little Moon couldn't believe that the two boys were performing the love rite a warrior gives to his squaw. He stood at their side and watched it. The youth felt very intense from his hard pole. The young brave came to Little Moon's side. He eyed the little boy's erection with interest. It was too short for a proper fit into his butthole, he decided. The man fell to his knees and took the needing youth into his mouth. Little Moon didn't realize at first what had happened. He felt something around his hard pole. When he looked down at it, he saw No-tail's head there. Its bobbing motion brought a startling realization to the young boy. The man felt his young prey squirming. He reached around Little Moon's body to take hold of his soft butt. The youth became trapped in his strong hands. He sucked over the boy's fleshy stick with a gentle motion. It had been a long time since he had taken a boy's need into his thirsty mouth. Little Moon ended his struggles. He closed his eyes and endured the tickly sensations from his dick. It wasn't unlike a boy's hand pulling over it. More intense though. The youth felt his thrills building up. He held breaths. Short Man guided the young boy's thrusts in his mouth with firm hands. He pulled over Little Moon's soft butt to get the youth to stab. A relaxing of his hands got the boy to pull away. It pleased the man to teach his young friend the proper male motion. He knew that when the boy's dick matured in size, butt fucking would follow. The brothers already knew about such things. Drum Sound's body was firmly held to his older brother with hungry hands. He felt the sliding motion from his brother's hard dick. It was a powerful sensation to the boy. He was glad that it was his butt that had taken his brother's need. Drum Sound looked around for No-tail. He found the boy kneeling in front of Little Moon and sucking on his dick. That made him giggle. Little Moon had his eyes closed and his belly trembled from holding breaths. Drum Sound wondered if his young friend could shoot. Short Man was going to find out. He increased the pace of Little Moon's forced stabs. His mouth tightened around the small invader. To increase the thrills, the man tickled his tongue against the youth's knob. A sharp cry from the boy rewarded his clever trick. A warm liquid filled Short Man's mouth. The sweetness of it proved that Little Moon had only the release of a young boy. Not truly sperm. Yet it surprised the brave that something had come out. He had misjudged Little Moon's age by a few years. Little Moon pushed on No-tail's head to free his dick. He glared at the boy who had sucked on his penis with much surprise. More astounding to him was what the brothers were performing. They were deep in an adult, sexual act together. It amazed him that Drum Sound allowed his butt to be stuck into. He had seen that Wind-in-his-legs bore a big dick! Short Man stood up. He fondly held onto Little Moon's shoulder while they watched the rutting boys. It was interesting to see another boy having his butt fucked. Amongst his boyhood friends, his was the only butt that took stabs. Little Moon glanced down at his belly. His pole remained hard against it. Usually after coming out, his dick would become soft. He believed that being a part of the thrilling games older boys played was the reason for it. A surprising thought came to him. He had squirted into No-tail's mouth... 'Did that boy like swallowing it,' he wondered? Short Man hadn't swallowed it. He enjoyed swirling the boy's release in his mouth. There was no thickness to it. Little Moon's seed was like sipping nectar from a Cloud Blossom flower. And just as sweet. The man's aching dick drew his attention. He reached down for it. The few pulls over his hardness proved to be very thrilling. He watched Drum Sound satisfying his brother's lust. Short Man had his own which he eagerly sought to release in hand. Little Moon watched it with interest. The youth knew that an older boy could get his dick to squirt out a lot. The release wasn't watery like his squirts but thick and white. He wanted No-tail to do it at his feet. Short Man felt some pain from his urgent handling. A clever thought came to him. He brought his left hand to his mouth and spit some of Little Moon's release to it. The treasured seed was carefully brought down to his long dick and annointed with it. He resumed his quick pulls over a nice slippery dick. The sweetness of the boy's seed in his mouth enhanced his thrills. A low moan came from Wind-in-his-legs. He stabbed through his brother's butt a few more times before his body slowed. Little Moon gasped. He realized that Wind-in-his-legs had put his seed into Drum Sound's butt. 'Would a baby come from it,' he wondered? The two boys separated their sweaty bodies. Drum Sound turned around to reveal a long white streak against his belly. Wind-in-his-legs had a butt stain over his swollen dick. Their faces revealed sexual relief and a little embarrassment. Especially from the older brother. Little Moon stepped up to Drum Sound. He pointed at the boy's wet streak and whispered something to him. Drum Sound replied by making a motion with his hand and grinning. More whispering followed. No-tail's name was mentioned. Two bright faces turned to No-tail. The man smiled back and swallowed what he had been hoarding in his mouth. It was a sweet drink. Splashes came from the pond. The two youths had jumped in and they were cleaning their sex-stained bodies. Wind-in-his-legs came to No-tail's side. They watched the two boys playing in the pond in silence. Wind-in-his-legs noticed that No-tail had a hard dick. The length of it was shorter than his though it had a thicker skin around its shaft. He didn't think that the boy had come out yet. Wind-in-his-legs was next drawn to No-tail's rear end. He was attracted to its manly shape and the angry color that had been slapped to the rounded cheeks. His brother had satisfied his lust but the thought of sticking into a boy of his age fed his ego. His dick hardened from the thought of conquering it. The young brave noticed where his companion's eyes fell on him. He crossed his arms over his chest and stretched out his naked body. In front his long dick spoke of his excited male display. Wind-in-his-legs was staring at the rear of him. That was where his cross-sexed identity lay. "You endured the pain well," spoke Wind-in-his-legs. He reached for No-tail's butt and rubbed over it with a grin. Short Man welcomed the boy's attention. He flexed his ass in a suggestive manner. It felt sun burned under the boy's roaming hand. The cool pond would bring him relief from the pain but he wanted to see what Wind-in-his-legs wanted with him first. "My brother is often slapping over his butt," explained Wind-in-his-legs. "I'm excited to see its angry color and he lets me stick into him often." Short Man turned from the boy's piercing stare and glanced down at his sore butt. He felt a finger pushing into his hole. With spread legs, the man accepted the boy's exploration. He saw Wind-in-his-legs' dick standing tall against his belly. "Your butt has been conquered before," commented Wind-in-his-legs. He stepped closer to No-tail. The warmth of their nude bodies sent a sexual thrill between them. The brave turned to Wind-in-his-legs. He saw the boy's dick, butt-stained and hard in its desire to do more fucking. A smile came to the man's face. He turned from Wind-in-his-legs and slapped over his butt. The warmth of a body against him was a welcomed response. A tickling sensation went through Short Man's cheeks. He felt Wind-in-his-legs pushing his hard dick into him. When the tip of the boy's dick pressed against his hole, the man relaxed his ringed muscles. He glady took the boy invader deep inside. Strong hands came to Short Man's hips. They pulled on his body whenever the boy stabbed. He gasped from the powerful sensation. Wind-in-his-legs had a mighty dick that struck like an angry snake into the man's innards. The two boys in the pond took notice. Little Moon giggled. He pointed at Wind-in-his-legs fucking No-tail. Drum Sound wasn't amused. His butt was still sore from taking his brother's dick into it. He wondered why his brother wanted to come out again. Wind-in-his-legs wasn't in 'need.' He used his long dick to prove his manliness to the new boy. Hoots from the other boys to his lusty act made him proud. He would conquer No-tail's ass like he had his brother's. It became a lengthy mating. Wind-in-his-legs stabbed into No-tail like a mad man. He wanted to prove his virility. His dick remained long but the neat feelings couldn't build up. Drum Sound came onto the bank. He brought Little Moon with him to stand at the rutting boys' side. The frown on his face turned to worry. He wondered why his brother was taking so long at it. Short Man was enjoying the 'ride.' He grinned at the two youths watching him getting fucked. Sweat from Wind-in-his-legs rained onto his back with each of the boy's violent stabs. Some pain was coming from his asshole. He endured so that it would fill with the boy's seed. Drum Sound crossed arms over his chest. Not only was he angry with his brother for fucking another boy but a little disappointed that Wind-in-his-legs couldn't perform. Little Moon began to hoot. Drum Sound faced his brother and mocked him with low booing hoots of his own. Wind-in-his-legs knew that he wouldn't be able to finish it. With the two boys watching him, his hope for glory would turn to defeat. He slowed his wild body to rest. A plan formed in his head. Short Man was surprised. Without losing their male connection, he turned his head at Wind-in-his-legs to see what was wrong. An angry face stared back at him. It worried the young brave. Wind-in-his-legs turned to his brother. He saw the worried expression. "His butt is no good," explained Wind-in-his-legs. "I won't give No-tail the 'honor' of receiving my seed!" He pushed hard on No-tail's back to separate their heated bodies. The act took Short Man by surprise. He fell to the ground on his face. Great anger swelled in Short Man. Not only didn't he win any seed in his sore butt from the lengthy fuck but the boy was making like it was his fault. The brave rose from the dirt to face Wind-in-his-legs. He would announce to the younger boys the truth of his companion's impotence. Before Short Man could open his mouth, Wind-in-his-legs attacked. He tried pushing the young brave to the ground. The man turned with the boy's forward motion and threw him to the dirt. It was the boy's turn to feel the anger from defeat. He quickly rose to his feet and launched himself at No-tail again. Little Moon was frightened by the boys' display. He knew that it wasn't going to be a friendly match of strength. Drum Sound's face revealed his own concern. Yet he had confidence in his older brother. The boys' hands locked. Wind-in-his-legs was strong but he didn't have the wrestling experience of a brave. Short Man's eyes smiled at the boy. Their legs sought out to trip the other. An evil knee butt to the man's balls was blocked; Short Man allowed his full strength to come into play. He brought down the boy to his knees in a humiliating defeat. Wind-in-his-legs cried out in pain. His arm had been painfully twisted from No-tail's greater strength. Short Man kept the boy heeled. He waited for the boy to admit his defeat. Angry eyes of the boy glared at Short Man instead. It brought a pang to the brave's heart. He may have won the match but more was lost here for him than what he had gained. Drum Sound came to his brother's rescue with a loud war cry. He pushed on No-tail chest, separating the two boys. Little Moon watched the ensuing melee with growing fright. Wind-in-his-legs fought the young brave as if they were in deadly battle. His hands struck out to deliver painful body blows. Drum Sound stood nearby to watch. He knew that it would shame his brother if he were to aid him further. The battle was exciting but also of deadly earnest. He hoped that No-tail would lose. "They must stop it!" shouted Little Moon. He saw that his pleas on Drum Sound fell on deaf ears. The little boy was helpless to stop them. The two boys fought like mad dogs over the ground. Blood flowed from No-tail's nose. Wind-in-his-legs had bloody cuts over his back from brushing against a bush. Dust was brought up by their struggles. Drum Sound was taken from the fight by movement through the tall pond weeds. He watched a two-feathered warrior rush past him and pull the two boys apart. The act surprised him. Little Moon was relieved. "Stop this!" the warrior shouted. He kicked Wind-in-his-legs in the butt to end that boy's defiance. Short Man slowly stood up. He brushed the dirt from his body while checking himself for wounds. The warrior kept a hold of his opponent. "Let go of me!" shouted Wind-in-his-legs. The warrior glared at the boy a long moment before releasing him. He turned to No-tail and spoke. "I am Two Eagles," the warrior announced. "My eyes had seen your wrestling match and you (pointing to No-tail) were the clear winner of it." To Wind-in-his-legs: "Nothing is accomplished by deny it." Drum Sound stood with his brother to support him. Wind-in-his-legs lowered his eyes at the man's words. From the accent, he knew that Two Eagles was a warrior of the Plains Hunters Tribe. Not of his band but someone to give respect. He did as he was bidden. "You won our wrestle," whispered Wind-in-his-legs. With a sweeping arm motion, he gestured for No-tail to leave. Short Man stood up tall to receive the honor. Yet in his heart, he knew that it was he who had lost. Little Moon stood shaking at the warrior's side. Drum Sound looked sad for his brother. A great shame had come to Wind-in-his-legs. The hope for friendships here was lost. "Come with me," commanded Two Eagles to Short Man. The brave eyed Two Eagles with concern. He wondered what the man wanted with him. He didn't recognize the Plains Hunters warrior. 'Perhaps it was my face that he recognized,' thought Short Man with fear. The two men left the three boys behind. Short Man turned a moment to look for Little Moon. He would always have a fond memory of having taken that youth's sweet seed in his mouth. Two Eagles stopped past the tall cat tails. He turned to Short Man with a frown. Blood flowed from the brave's nose. He wiped it away with his fingers before speaking. "Why did the 'fierce one' attack you?" the warrior asked. Short Man only shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know how much the warrior had seen so caution was urged here. "I was surprised to see that you allowed the boy his lusty use of your butt..." Short Man glared at the warrior. He felt some embarrassment but kept his eyes straight and fixed into the man's. A grin came to the warrior's face. He held Short Man's shoulder. "Answer my question," asked Two Eagles. Short Man swallowed nervously in his throat. He was glad for the warrior's earlier assistance but he wondered why an explanation for it had to be given. It wasn't like the man was his angry father. "There is much pride in your eyes," said Two Eagles. "A man's disposition. You wear the breechclout of a boy and your body is small... Yet... Have you been named a brave?" Short Man's eyes flared. His secret has been discovered! With shame coming into him, the brave lowered his eyes in defeat. The warrior held both of his shoulders in assurance. "When I was a boy," explained Two Feathers, "I enjoyed the sexual role games that were played out with my friends. The coming into manhood ends this happy time. If you have been named a man, don't turn to boys with your sexual needs. There are men who would gladly embrace them." Short Man lifted his eyes in surprise. "Are you such a man?" he asked. Two Eagles grinned. He reached low over the brave's slim body and took in his front and rear sex into his strong hands. It pleased him that the 'boy' didn't pull out of his lusty grip. "I would welcome a young brave 'who looks like a boy' to my lodge. I'm a proud warrior that has much to teach such a one. I have no squaw there waiting for me. I'm in need of a willing male companion." Short Man faced the lonely warrior with much awe. A powerful thing was felt in his heart from what the man's words spoke to him. It was an answer to his own loneliness. "I will be your companion," answered Short Man. The two men embraced. It was a fierce joining of flesh to express what their hearts felt. A good beginning. Short Man grinned when he felt the warrior's hand over his backside. A nice bulge pressed against the front of his soggy breechclout. "My body hasn't felt the pleasure of another male for more moons than I can remember to count," whispered Two Feathers. "Come back with me to my lodge. I want to have a lengthy love making with you where no eyes can look upon it!" Short Man nodded. Their tight hug ended when Two Eagles turned to the path that led back to his tribe. He held his right hand out for the brave. Short Man eagerly clasped it. They walked hand in hand to the new life that awaited them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {end of file: POTTERY-SHARDS-4 The stories continue in: -5}