WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! ************************************************************************* * July 1997 * * "Willow Bird Finds His Love" * * * * by Vince Water * * * * * * Willow Bird is an Omaha youth from the early 1800's. His Indian * * tribe, the Kalinlepi, have encamped on the South Fork River, ten * * miles northwest of what is today the Sequoia National Forest in * * California. * * * * Omaha youths of fifteen years are ritually named as braves. * * Willow Bird has reached this age. His path leads him to join the * * secret society of the Mahyee-na, a gay rite-of-passage for young * * men. The boy's older friend named Big Horn sexually initiates him. * * * * Willow Bird shares with his boyhood friend, Song Bird, what * * he's been shown. It's with this youth that the acts take on their * * proper meaning because of the love that they have for each other. * * But what of Big Horn? Can Willow Bird keep both relationships going * * as both the learner and teacher in his emerging manhood? * * * * This account of finding love comes before the white man's * * encrouch upon Native lands and their disruption to tribal life and * * beliefs. Not yet were 'Christian values' to destroy the beauty of * * being gay or a free human being. * * * ************************************************************************* Welcome to the reading adventures of my Indian boy stories! PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY IS OF AN ADULT GAY CONTENT, UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. This electronically distributed version is the latest edition of this story with additional text and editing not seen in the printed form! Authorization for the free transmission of my unaltered writings to an APPROPRIATE ADULT SITE is hereby approved. - Vince Water - My E-Mail address is: Vince_Water@HotMail.com The illustrated printed booklet can be purchased from "A Different Light" bookstore located in New York, San Francisco and West Hollywood, U.S.A. HTTP://WWW.ADLBOOKS.COM "Willow Bird Finds His Love" Copyright 1995, 1996 by Vince Water All rights reserved. Second printing. Edited by my Indian friend, Tony. Illustrated by Don Lilly (printed booklet version) Originally copyrighted 1988 as "How Willow Bird Finds His Love" All of the characters in this story are fictitious, and any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, with the exceptions of Indian Tribal names and other historical references, is purely coincidental. Omaha Indian terms in this story are explained at the end of this story. Here are the available Indian boy story titles by Vince Water: -------------------------------------------------------------- "Willow Bird Finds His Love", "Bare Butt Brave", "For The Love of Indian Boys", "Even MORE Love Stories of Indian Boys", "Pottery Shards (And Other Short Stories)", "Brave Willow Bird" and "Indian Boys at Play" {This last title is expected to be ready at the end of 1997!} Author's Note: -------------- On the subject of American Indian homosexuality, it was only the Illinois Tribe that, unlike many others in North America, accepted men in sexual relationships with boys while remaining effective warriors and husbands. In other Native tribes, a young man who desired other males would have to turn 'berdache' (a cross-dresser) instead. He'd put on women's clothing and adopt a female identity. The gay men in my fictional tribe, the Kalinlepi, take after the Illinois Tribal beliefs of retaining their adult male identity. I believe it to be a more complete acceptance of how their 'spirit directs them' to satisfying the needs of their hearts and their loins while remaining men. Dedication: ----------- My sincere thanks goes to Lee for having kept the only remaining copy of this story draft when tragedy struck me with the loss of computer disks, print-outs and the original illustrations. This story in your hands was revised from that surviving text. My thanks also to Richarde, Vincent and Jim for giving me the shelf space to display my booklets in their stores. I hope that this account of Indian boy love will bring enjoyment and thought to you, my readers. ************************************************************************* * * * "Willow Bird Finds His Love" * The young brave in front of me has set a fast pace. I watch the rhythm of his steps over the elk trail. It gives me sleepy eyes. I've been following Big Horn for a good part of the afternoon. We won't reach our river camp until nightfall so why is he walking so quickly? My legs are beginning to ache with fatigue. Sweat already covers my body. I glance up at Father Sun and release a weary sigh. Falling from His sky, my shoulders and back have felt the weakening of His heated hand. Yet another hot summer day is coming to an end. I would welcome the embrace of a wind spirit. They must be in hiding from Father Sun's fiery reach. Our journey this morning had begun before the rising of His golden face in the east. Big Horn helped me to check on my snares. Nine rabbits were taken. This simple hunting is usually my lonely task. This morning had found the young brave at my side. Why? He had shown me this boyhood skill. My outings have always yielded game. Today, he neither offered advice for my traps nor praised me for the rabbits discovered inside of them. I sense that I'm to be tested by him in some way. The rite of my passing into manhood is approaching. In a few moons, Big Horn will stand at my side as my 'monedo' for when I'm named a man. It's been his responsibility to prepare me for that time when I become a brave. This year has seen much testing from him, both obvious and subtle. I fear that he may discover a shameful secret that I've been keeping close to my heart. I shift the burden of my sack of rabbits to my other shoulder. Wearily, I tred onward with my eyes upon my companion's backside. His body has been much darkened by the summer sun. There are parts of him that aren't as tanned. I watch the deerskin cloths flap over the man's body with each of his strides. The man's cheeks are often revealed. Looking at his butt has given me an embarrassing growth under my front flap. My stomach tightens from my lustful glances. I try keeping my shameful feelings buried deep inside me. It's hard. Though I can mask my face, my dick is beyond control. It grows long when I'm near a handsome man. I had a fierce battle with myself only a few days ago. That's when I had looked upon Big Horn's uncovered body and reacted with a shameful display. An unusually hot day had coaxed our breechclouts from us when we took to the stream for a swim. My eyes had acted strangely. I felt a hunger for the usually covered parts of the man's body; his hairy loins and nicely shaped butt. There was such a desire in me to take the brave's body into my own. I managed to avert my eyes and kept my desire under control. Yet the length of my dick had revealed my lust. I sigh in my longing for Big Horn. He's a handsome brave of nineteen. Not yet married. His uncle is a chief of our tribe. This gives him a measure of respect and power that I envy. I feel insignificant in comparison. My tipi is a poor one. There is only my mother and I. Father went away when I was ten. It was fortunate that Big Horn had taken me under his care for these past five summers. He's been guiding me on the path of manhood. My building desire for this young brave has frightened me. A lust from my loins that goes beyond my fondness for him as my mentor. It shames me. To reveal myself would mock his efforts of helping me to become a man. I feel trapped. There's no one else for me to turn to for guidance about my strange feelings. I reach under my front flap for my erection. It throbs with lust. In anger, I cup the moist head of it and try pushing it back down. The act pains me. I want to deny the cause for its growth! Pain spreads down to my loins and causes me to gasp. Big Horn glances back at me. He eyes the bulge under my front flap and my hand beneath it. An embarrassment fills me from my revealing stance. I release my long dick and drop my hand at my side. My head turns numb. I can't return the brave's hard stare so I drop my eyes to the ground. I'm relieved when he faces ahead and continues walking. I follow behind him in shame. It's not uncommon for a boy to be handling his growth, I assure myself. What worries me is that Big Horn may think that my excitement comes from staring at his butt. He had glanced back at my hungry eyes on him a number of times during our long walk. My long dick has been aching me. I've not had a chance to offer it a release. Big Horn slows his pace. He steps up to a bush to relieve himself. I turn away from him and wait. My eyes look around for danger. Only a few trees and small bushes announce themselves harmlessly to me. I glance down at my front flap. My dick is still hard. If I were alone, I'd gladly pull on it for relief. I'll have to wait until we reach camp before its lust can be spilt to the ground. The brave resumes our journey. I shift my burden of rabbits to my left shoulder and catch up to him. The coarse sack chafes against my skin. A rain of sweat falls from my body to the dusty elk trail. I keep my complaint to myself. I'm startled from my aching shoulders by a strange sight. Big Horn has bared his butt! His lengthy breechclout is wrapped around his waist with the end of it dropped down the front of him. I see his balls hanging down between his striding legs. They are almost a handful. Many thoughts flash through my head. Has Big Horn stripped to cool himself? I've heard tales about him baring his ass when across the river. There's no place to swim in this valley though. I would welcome a pond to cool off in! The brave continues to keep up a fast pace over the elk trail. I try to avert my eyes from the man's body. It's very difficult. I'm puzzled by Big Horn's nude display. Though not uncommon for boys to be naked during the hot days, a man doesn't. Especially when traveling in the lands of our enemies. In battle, it's been said that Spear Bearing warriors have used a fallen brave like a squaw. Big Horn's uncovered ass invites their lusty attention. I sigh from my own lustful thoughts. It's no use to deny my spirit. I stare at my companion in front of me. Big Horn's long hair dances over his back. Its length falls short of covering his sweaty buttocks. The two half-moons of light colored skin contrasts that of his darkened back and legs. They catch my eyes and hold them like sticky tree sap. I have to stop my hands from their desire to reach out for them. (Big Horn senses the boy's long stare upon him. Lust takes control. He turns from the path to stand before a small tree. His hands reach out to its branches for support. He sticks his butt out while spreading his legs. The cooling sensation between his cheeks sends a lightning bolt through his hole. Great anticipation. He waits for the lusting youth to take his offering of flesh.) I'm startled by the man's revealing stance. There's no doubt that what Big Horn is performing is sexual. Naked from behind; he's bent over like a squaw to attract a needing warrior into her. Big Horn's display enflames my loins. I'm surprised at what his vulnerability is suggesting. Whispered words drop into my head. They're from my friend's story of secret male rites that began when a man bared his ass to another. Song Bird claimed these men would sexually embrace. It excited me to hear this from my friend. Yet I doubted the truth of his story. The boy is three summers younger than myself and is known to make things up. Song Bird's story reminded me of a naked act we had performed in the river. It happened when we were playing our tag-and-catch-me game. The boy had surprised me when he sprung up from the muddy water to embrace me. He had caught me for the game's sake but held his tight embrace long enough for my hands to reach around his body. He had smiled when I rubbed over his rear end. My butt was held. It had stirred strange feelings in me as they do now for Big Horn. Song Bird is a boy though. Young; filled with boastful words and made up stories. I had thought so. My feelings for him is of a deep friendship and a hope for more if he'd allow it. I'm also a boy until my naming ritual; free to try out things with others and to explore. The naked brave crouched before me is a full grown man! How can he share the same strange desires that I have for other men? I'm broken from my lustful thoughts by the brave's impatient shrug. His long hair rises and falls over his shoulders while streaks of sweat run down his long back to his butt. He brings a hand down to his cheeks and gently slaps them. I no longer have any doubts. From my young friend's story I know what Big Horn is expecting from me. My fingers fumble with the knot in my thong belt. My heart beats like a frantic war drum inside my chest. I drop my two deerskin cloths to the ground. Naked, I turn around and stand back to back with the waiting brave. It's with deep feelings in my heart that I press against his sweaty butt with my own. (Big Horn straightens up against the trembling youth. He's disappointed that Willow Bird didn't stick into him. There's much that the boy will have to be shown. To calm him, Big Horn grips the boy's hands. He recalls his own fear when first initiated into the Mahyee-na. Willow Bird has taken his first step into what will be a wonderful fulfillment for him.) As Big Horn grasps my hands, I turn my head and look down at our touching backsides. The smooth skin of his butt presses hard against mine. Thrilling sensations run up and down my spine. My dick swells with excitement. I marvel that such a heightened pleasure comes from holding a man in this naked backwards embrace. My tender moment with the brave is in silence. Everything around us has stopped. I'm reminded again of that time with my young friend in the river. As Song Bird held me, I felt the same thrills as I do now for Big Horn. Did the boy feel the same thing for me? He had broken our tender embrace when we heard laughter. Two girls had spied us from the bank. Song Bird had felt ashamed by our revealing display. He would never play that game anymore. I never found out if he enjoyed our naked touching or if he would want to try it again. My lonely back and buttocks become chilled when Big Horn steps away. I quickly turn to him. Has our special moment together ended? In his longing filled eyes I find my answer: hunger... for me! It makes me afraid for some reason. Swirling thoughts turn around in my head. This handsome brave; Big Horn, he's filled with sexual desire for me? I glance down at my dick. It's sticking up hard against my belly. He must notice it and realize... The long breechclout that Big Horn wears around his waist hangs down the front of him. I can't see his dick. Is it hard like mine? His dark eyes draw me to them. A fierce expression fills the brave's face. I don't recognize the man that I've know all these years. I drop my eyes to Big Horn's muscular chest. His sweat glistens in the sun. I lower my gaze to his lean stomach and see that the middle of his body is covered. I look lower at his tanned legs poised for action. It almost seems that he's ready to attack me! There's a bulge under his front flap. I'm curious to see what his hard dick looks like. (Big Horn has patiently watched the boy's roaving eyes over his body. No doubt remains in him about Willow Bird's kindred spirit. A great joy fills his heart. He breaks the uneasy silence between them.) "I have seen your nakedness many times," explains the brave, "and have been attracted to it. This summer was the first time that I saw your body grow excited in a man's way for mine. I'm pleased that your dick is long with desire for me. Look upon my excitement for you!" I watch the man's hands unwrap his long breechclout from around his waist. It drops to the dirt over my two deerskin cloths. I lower my eyes to his hairy crotch. Below his bush of dark hair is the man's dick. It's a very long one. Popped out from the shaft is a crimson head with sticky fluid dripping from it. I detect its flower-like scent. My eyes are stuck on Big Horn's erection. I can't believe how long it is! Its brown shaft sticks out towards me and I'm in awe of it. I'd never have guessed that its horse length could grow from the limpness I'd seen in the stream. I understand now why this brave was named. Some of the warriors had spread tales about him; how his 'horn' was the longest in the tribe and that no 'woman' could satisfy him. I compare my erection with his. Although I have the same dark hairs on my groin, my dick isn't nearly as long as Big Horn's. His is skinnier though. The tip of it reaches almost to his navel. I hope mine will grow longer as I mature. My hand has coaxed a white flow from it often enough. As if knowing my thoughts, Big Horn reaches down to his dick and begins moving its thick skin. The moist head pops out with a sucking sound. It fascinates me to watch him beating off. I stand as if rooted to the ground while the brave performs this in front of me. One of Song Bird's bolder stories come to mind. He once told me of warriors who handled their manhood like any boy. Curious to see if it's true I ask, "when out on a long hunt, will a warrior 'relieve' himself in hand since his squaw is not along to satisfy him?" With a grin Big Horn answers, "yes. It's a common thing. Most men will stroke themselves alone so that no one will look upon their necessary act." (Willow Bird chuckles at the brave's words while his eyes blaze with sexual excitement. Big Horn is curious about something. He knows that the youth is familiar with the act, and erected, so why isn't he taking his own need in hand?) (Big Horn studies the boy's nakedness. He sees that Willow Bird's body is growing into a man's. His shoulders and chest are well muscled. He has strong arms and legs. Below his clump of groin hair he bears a healthy erection. At full length, the tip of it is still tucked within its foreskin. The man reaches down to the boy and frees it.) I gasp from the brave's hold on me. His hand pulls back the thick skin of my dick causing sharp thrills there. My red knob pops out. I watch the man slowly masturbate me. It feels good. I close my eyes when the thrills in my dick increase. The man's hold on my nakedness has made me shy. (Big Horn watches the boy's straining body. Willow Bird timidly thrusts through the man's clenched fingers. His butt cheeks flexing with a cute in and out motion. The brave hungers for the youth's soft cheeks and what lies within, slimy and tight! For now, he keeps their touching simple. The man realizes the he must go slow with this inexperienced youth.) I sigh when Big Horn feels over my butt. His warm hands over me is very thrilling. I hump in time to his fingers pulling over my long dick. I'll be proud to show the man that I can squirt out seed. Big Horn steps closer to me. Our feet touch over our discarded breechclouts and soft bodies of the rabbits that have spilt from my sack. The brave's fingers reach under my dick for my balls. I cry out when he pulls on my tight rounded sac. He cups my swollen balls in the palm of his hand. I spread my legs so that he may more easily handle my willing nakedness. From behind me, the man's fingers trace down the crack of my butt. I gasp when he rubs over my hole. I'm reminded about the lusty tales of enemy warriors who have raped the men fallen in battle. What is Big Horn's intent? My building thrills push away these troubling thoughts. I'd be willing to perform anything this man asks. I'm being swept away by the increasing thrills from my body. I reach for Big Horn's hips to hold on to for support. His hand resumes its rhythmic hold over my tingling erection; slow, tight pulls over my dick's thick skin. His fingers rub over my butthole. I moan from it all. A sharp pain in my butt gets me to cry out. I'm surprised that the man's finger has tried pushed inside me! I pull from Big Horn's hands. I stand a few paces away from him while feeling ashamed for some reason. The pain in my butt subsides. I glare at the brave to explain himself. "You have never been afraid of my lessons before," says Big Horn. "There is much in the ways of sex that you need to learn. It is time for me to teach you! I offer my body to pleasure yours. Come to me!" My feet step up to him of their own will. Big Horn's hands resume their hold around my dick and trembling buttocks. I look into his commanding eyes. They soften. I become bold by reaching around the man's lower body for his ass. It's soft and warm in my hands. I grip both sweaty cheeks and surrender myself in the knowing hands of my mentor. "Has any man ever taken you in hand as I?" Big Horn asks. I shake my head in reply. My thoughts race back to my naked embrace with Song Bird in the river. No. We didn't get far enough along to try anything sexual. Those girls were watching us. Would my young friend have allowed my hands to coax an erection from him and to pleasure it? I gasp for air. Big Horn's hand is close to releasing my dick! I stab through his fingers and hold breaths. My dick chafes from my violent motion. I ignore the discomfort and concentrate on the thrills gained me by my quick thrusts. I'm close to squirting from my dick. I feel chilled when stabbing through only the air. Where are Big Horn's warm hands? I open my eyes to find the brave stepped back a pace with his hands on his hips. There's a sly grin on his face. I feel very silly to be seen naked with my hard dick pointing at him. More so in me is my need to release my urgent lust. I open my arms to him questioningly. "Why have you stopped?" I ask. "My body is like a bow that's ready to shoot out arrows through my dick!" (Big Horn steps up to the needing boy. His arms reach lovingly around Willow Bird's slim body with his hands reaching low for the small slippery ass. The boy wraps his arms around the brave's body. Their chests rub while swelling dicks thrust against each other below. They're embraced in a simple mating position.) I feel Big Horn's hands over my butt cheeks. He grips them when thrusting against me in a drum beated rhythm. I reach down for his flexing ass. My hands feel the man's sexy motion there. His cheeks tighten and loosen with each of his stabs. It excites me to be feeling the man's big horn rubbing over my boy-sized erection. His sweat and sexual dripping makes our loins slick between us. I lean my weary head against his breast and fall into a daydream... My naked friend had embraced me the same way last summer. Though our sweet moment was brief, I had experienced those same deep thrills as I do in this man's arms. Had Song Bird felt the same emotions for me? He had smiled after finding my butt with his hands. Was that his way of telling me so? Big Horn brings me back to him with breathy words in my ear. "It's a rhythm we'll make," the brave instructs, "not unlike the steady palm beating over a war drum. Grip my butt and make big thrusts! My hands will set the pace of our mating." My hands cup the man's sweaty butt cheeks. His thrusts are quick and pleasurable. I pull his body to mine and rub my dick over his longer one. The brave rides my body the same way. It feels natural to embrace this dear man towards our mutual release. I'm getting caught up in all these new and exciting sensations. (The brave mouths over Willow Bird's neck. He hungrily sucks on the soft skin but leaves no telling marks. The boy moans in response. It pleases him to gain the sexual pleasure of the youth he's been raising these handful of summers. Much has yet to be shown the boy. The rite of the Mahyee-na will make them lovers. He hopes that Willow Bird will perform the man's role in that deep bonding yet to come.) Big Horn's ass is really moving under my hands! Deep into it myself, I notice that I'm mouthing the man's chest. His nipples harden under my tongue. I'm caught in a fierce, two-beat rhythm. The man tightens his grasp of my naked body. I stab against his long erection while squeezing his butt cheeks. Thrilling sensations surge through my dick. I hold a sweet breath and wait for the explosion that's coming. (Big Horn notices the boy's tightly shut eyes and the holding of his breaths. Sure signs of a nearing climax. The brave keeps a fiery breath inside himself. His own release is only a few heartbeats away.) "Look at me when we cum!" commands the brave. I lift my head from Big Horn's chest and open my eyes to his calling. In the man's face is great tension. His eyes are ablaze with deep passion - for me! He lowers his face to me and presses his lips on mine. I'm too excited in my loins to deny the man's strangeness. I kiss him back. With that simple act, my body's efforts consummate our frantic love making. Big Horn's face fades from my sight when I experience something that's hard to describe. Quick thrills from my dick. Each is intense and briefly lasting. It's like catching the sweet odor of some distant, unseen flower. At least four heavy squirts come from me. A wet warmth comes to our bellies. My breath rushes out of me as a low moan. (When the boy shoots against him, Big Horn rushes his dick to perform. It's important to him that their sperm come out together and join as one. His hands are savage over Willow Bird's body until the man's loins explode. He grunts out when he cums heavily against the boy. He gasps for air. It smells of mingled sweat and sperm. Big Horn smiles. Their first rite in Mahyee-na is completed.) (A sharp pain fills Big Horn's head. He leans on the boy for support, fighting against the darkness that tries to overtake him. It's a long struggle but one the brave wins. He's been meaning to consult with the shaman about his strange head pain. Yet weakness is a thing any man tries to hide from others.) My body quiets down. I hold the heavy brave onto me and wonder why he seems so faint. Was our mating that intense for him? It's me who should be swooning like a young girl after having sex. He's the first man that I've embraced with my need. I'm glad that it was Big Horn. The man's weight is taken from my arms. I feel stunned. Everything around me seems to be in slow motion. I watch the brave wipe sweat from his eyes. I glance down at my belly for the sticky result of what we've done. This is making love! Pride swells in me from my accomplishment. As I recover from my first mating, Big Horn takes a leaf and collects the thick release from his belly and mine. He wraps it within another leaf. I watch his butt open when he bends over to pick up his thong belt. I peek between his sweaty cheeks. A brown little hole... I'm excited to have seen this most naked part of the man! A strange notion falls into my head. I glance down at my dripping dick, pointing towards the man's butt and swelling in lust for it. Would a man willingly allow another to stick a dick into his butthole as if he were a squaw? It had seemed that Big Horn was offering himself to me earlier in that way. I'm distracted from my lusty thoughts. The brave seems to be performing a solemn ritual. He squats close to the ground. His hands carefully untie his sacred bundle. Within it, he carefully places our sperm filled leaves. "Why have you kept that?" I ask. Big Horn looks up at the boy and smiles. "Our first mating is sacred, Willow Bird. A bond that goes deeper that a blood rite. Its special medicine will be used in the Mahyee-na ritual you'll undergo in two days time." "What happens in that rite?" I ask. "You will see," Big Horn replies. "It's not for others to witness. I judge your readiness to become Mahyee-na!" "What is it to become 'Mahyee-na'?" I ask. The word is strange to me. It's meaning must have come from some other Indian language. The brave nods his head at Willow Bird's good question. "A man who is Mahyee-na seeks sexual fulfillment with other men. He desires not for any woman or girl." "Is this something he chooses, like deciding between joining the Bow Society or the Lance Society after becoming a warrior?" "No," answers Big Horn. "This interest for your own sex begins when you're a small boy. The desire grows with the maturing of your loins. Haven't you ever lusted for any of your boyhood friends?" My thoughts fly back to Song Bird and what we briefly shared in the river. We both enjoyed our naked embrace. He was eleven then. Yet even at that young age, the boy revealed his desire for me. Big Horn nods from my long pause. I'm reluctant to tell him about my young friend so I don't ask the brave if he's ever had sex in his youth. I'm struck by another concern and voice it. "You've shown me one way to make love," I begin. "How else can two men embrace to join their bodies?" I'm feigning ignorance for an act that I suspect is possible. Big Horn gives no reply. Instead, he points down at our breechclouts. I reach down to fetch them along with my heavy sack of rabbits. The brave helps tie my thong belt around my waist while I hang my two cloths over the front and rear of my body. The man's fingers trace down the crack of my butt. He touches my moist hole. I turn to him with a sly grin. "In the Mahyee-na rite we'll be joined with our dicks seeding in each other's butthole," explains Big Horn. "It's a most pleasurable thing! I offered mine earlier to you. I was surprised when you didn't stick into it." I lower my head as if shamed. The man's words are bold and difficult to listen to when staring into his eyes. Was it doubt, fear, or something else that had kept me from mounting his butt? I'm taken from these thoughts by the serious expression filling Big Horn's face. "I want you to know that I've had a lover before," Big Horn whispers. "A man not from our tribe. I allowed him to mount me because of the heart-felt love that he gave me in exchange for it. I feel that our hearts could become one. You're like a son I've never had but without the restrictions of taboo that would prevent me from loving you with my loins as well. What am I to you?" I see in Big Horn's eyes the need to see my heart. I offer him what's inside me. "You're like an older brother who has taken on a father's responsibility to teach me the skills I'll need to become a man. I've enjoyed our lusty embrace... but is that love?" "You will learn to realize that in time. But come, we have far to go before reaching our tribe with your rabbits." I watch the brave cover his body with his long cloth. The front end is pulled over his thong belt and dropped over his loins in front. He pulls the remaining length under him to end over his thong belt above his butt. The end of it drops down in back. It strikes me how narrow his rear cloth is when compared to the width of his breechclout in front. The other men of our tribe have a wider butt covering. The brave notices where my eyes fall on him. He makes me laugh when slapping his butt cheeks under his small rear cloth. I understand its meaning. Any movement causes his breechclout to 'flap' over his butt. A man who might lust for Big Horn would suspect his Mahyee-na desire to get fucked. Big Horn smiles. "I see that you've come of age, Willow Bird, having lost your boyish innocence from our embrace!" (The brave turns to the path before him. His heart is glad to see Willow Bird turning into a young man.) I shoulder my burden of rabbits. Big Horn leads our way back to camp. It's a slower pace, probably caused from the tiring effort of releasing seed to each other. Without shame now, I watch the rear deerskin cloth flapping over his butt and it makes me sigh. I'm thrilled to know that my butt has touched his. All of his words and lusty acts go around in my head. I relive the feel of his daring hands all over me and the things I felt in his surging arms, yet I'm not the first. Who was Big Horn's lover? Why aren't they still together? I also wonder what this brave will show me inside his tipi in two nights time. Man-to-man love in Mahyee-na he had said. Thrilling notions of sex go around in my head. It's a long walk back to camp. My eyes follow every movement of Big Horn's flexing cheeks beneath the small rear flap. It barely covers him. I'm a little embarrassed at the reason why. Mostly, I'm thrilled by his bold display. Darkness falls. I turn my eyes inward; at what I've seen deep within the brave's sweaty cheeks. His brown hole seems small to take into it another man's dick. Yet he claimed that a warrior has penetrated it. My erection is smaller. What would it feel like to thrust into this brave's asshole? My chance to have tried it was offered me and lost. I had been unsure of myself. Now, I'll have to wait for the ritual. I think over what adult pleasures could have been mine this day... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- {End of file: WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-1 Story continues: -2