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  WILLOW-BIRD-WARRIOR-10                        "Willow Bird, Warrior, part 10"
  (Part #10 ending)                              Copyright 1999 by Vince Water
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                               - part 10 ending -

      More men come into the lodge. Their weapons are held at the ready as if
   our tribe is under attack. I repeat to them what I've already told warrior
   As-a-crow, that I didn't see who struck our shaman. Oaken Strength enters
   and sees the chaos. He commands the other men gawking in the lodge to get
   out. I tell the war leader how I found our shaman and that he still lives.
   Relief shows in his eyes.

      The war leader turns his attention to the lodge floor. As-a-crow has
   carefully wrapped the shaman's head with a sack cloth to staunch his blood
   flow. It's a battlefield tactic used to keep a man alive until he can be
   brought to a skilled healer. Oaken Strength goes to stand within the
   lodge's entrance. He's preventing anyone from coming inside.

      There's a lot of shouting coming from outside. Voices are raised in
   anger that increases in tempo like an approaching storm's fury. I hear
   angry hissing. A man groans in pain when his shouts of protest are
   ignored. I recognize Snarling Bear's voice but don't understand what he's
   saying... Oh, no! My People may think he was the attacker! I rush outside
   to help him.

      The man's arms are held back by two stern warriors. He's been brought to
   his knees, is struck by a brave's hand again and again. Blood trickles from
   the shaman's mouth. I peer into his wide eyes and see his surprise and fear.
   No! He didn't harm our tribe's shaman, I think to myself. I asked Pony Ear
   to bring him here so that he can help our shaman with his medicine; not as
   a prisoner!

      When I try reaching Snarling Bear, brave Catch-fish-with-arrows pushes
   me back. Ringed Tail also warns me to keep out of our enemy's reach. The
   brave continues to question him while glaring at me in warning.

      'Why you attack our shaman?' he gestures. When Snarling Bear shakes his
   head in denial, Catch-fish-with-arrows strikes him a few more times with
   his closed hand. Ringed Tail and Holds Reins hold them struggling man's
   arms.

      "No! Don't hurt him," I shout. "Snarling Bear didn't do this thing."
   My plea has drawn the men's attention. It's a very tense situation so I
   speak to them with a calmer voice. "I asked for him to be brought here to
   help save our shaman. He didn't attack him."

      "Who else would have done it?" challenges Catch-fish-with-arrows. "No.
   He is our enemy and I'm going to beat the truth out of him!"

      I turn to Oaken Strength for his help. He stands unmoving in front of
   the lodge's doorway with a grim expression on his face. My plea has fallen
   on deaf ears. With a simple nod, the war leader encourages Catch-fish-with
   -arrows to continue interrogating his prisoner.

      The brave strikes Snarling Bear's face again, drawing blood from his
   broken nose. The enemy warrior groans with pain and sputters bloody breaths
   through his mouth. I know that this man has nothing to confess so brave
   Catch-fish-with-arrows will likely kill him in the attempt.

      A crowd of people have come to watch the spectacle. The women bow their
   heads from sadness, not in concern for Snarling Bear but for our fallen
   shaman. The boys are standing in front of their mothers with bright eyes.
   Excitement also shines in all the warriors' eyes at the suffering of this
   Spear-bearing Warrior. They want to see him falter.

      While this pointless blood sport is made outside, our shaman is dying
   inside his lodge. A terrible rage fills me at the stupidity of my People! I
   release a war cry, leap past the brave to protect Snarling Bear within my
   arms. Holds Reins grabs me. His strength is slowly winning against my own
   when he pulls me from the shaman's chest. I'm tossed to the ground as if I
   were a rotten apple. The hard stares coming from my People is difficult for
   me to endure. They don't understand what's going on as I do.

      I turn my eyes to Snarling Bear. Though bloodied, his face glows with
   defiance like Father Sun at His height in the noon sky. I see that this
   man's spirit will never be broken. My concern is for our fallen shaman.
   Without help, he will soon die inside his lodge.

      Snarling Bear also realizes this. Though bound by two angry men, I see
   something sparkle in his dark eyes. A plan? To distract his captors, I
   release a loud cry of frustration. The men turn to me in dismay.

      A Power word is spoken by Snarling Bear.

      Strength fills my arms. I stand up taller next to Holds Reins who falls
   in a heap at my feet. His eyes are wide with surprise. My arms encircle
   Snarling Bear to protect him while I give the other men a challenging
   stare. "He is innocent, I say! Let Snarling Bear go inside so that he can
   attend to our shaman."

      No one moves. I endure an anxious moment with all the men staring at me
   as if not believing their eyes at what they see or from what I've said.
   Snarling Bear makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. He asks to be taken
   into the shaman's lodge. Oaken Strength slowly nods, dumbfounded.

      To my relief, I see my command being followed. Catch-fish-with-arrows
   and Ringed Tail pull the beaten warrior from my arms and take him inside
   the lodge. Holds Reins rolls out of my way, his eyes never leaving me. I
   get a shiver down my spine from what I've seen in the man's face, that
   unbelieving expression of his. My anger cools down. A great weariness comes
   to my limbs all of a sudden that has me falling to the ground.

      My sight becomes blurred. I look down at my legs, watching them shorten
   and become less muscled. Even my arms seem to be shrinking. It's as if my
   body were made of clay that's being molded back into my own shape. There's
   a pulling sensation in my stomach. Power flowing down...

      Crying Loon runs to me from the crowd. I flare my eyes at him in warning
   when he attempts to help me up. It wouldn't go well for our new friendship
   if others realized our past hatred for one another has changed to love.
   With much effort, I'm able to get to my feet on my own. Holds Reins
   whispers something to As-a-crow when he comes out of the shaman's lodge.
   His eyes widen. I can't endure their hard stares so I turn my back on them
   when following after the boy. He streaks past the tipis. Where is Crying
   Loon taking me? There's an urgency in him from something. I try catching up.

      The butt-bared boy is heading for the woods. I feel lust in my loins for
   Crying Loon that gives me the strength to chase after him. His long black
   hair dances about his shoulders, arms are bent in rhythmic drumming through
   the air as he runs. My eyes fall to his flexing cheeks. Their sexy motion
   is driven by two slim legs, powerful in strides like a horse.

      My wobbly legs begin to feel like I've been in a long run. They threaten
   to collapse under me again. When I slow, Crying Loon turns back to fetch
   me. He reaches his arm around my waist to help steady me when we enter the
   woods. I give him a gesture that my filled bladder needs to be relieved. He
   stays close at my side when I hold onto a pine tree and piss. The boy's
   front flap is lifted so that he can join me.

      To my surprise, my dick doesn't become shy. That's what I felt before my
   friend Song Bird when we tried pissing together. I suppose that I've grown
   up from that carefree time as a boy. Also, my body has performed intimate
   functions with this youth so what is that compared to urinating with him?

      My yellow flow ebbs. From my swelling loins, I feel the desire to be
   releasing something else from my dick. Staring at Crying Loon's cute ass is
   getting me very excited. He notices where my eyes are falling on him.

      Crying Loon holds his butt as if he's in pain. It reminds me of why I
   had gone to the shaman's lodge in the first place. "I couldn't get that
   flap for your rear end. Are you hurting much?"

      He nods his head. "A good pain but not from your dick, Willow Bird."

      The boy's words puzzle me. I'm distracted by his semi-erected pole he's
   been pulling over, getting the last of his urine out as it drips to the
   ground. His wrinkled foreskin covers the knob to his brown pole hanging
   down onto his balls. This boy isn't in sexual need. With a sigh of relief,
   the youth drops his front flap over himself. My lips form a sly grin when
   remembering that this youth is covering his boyhood with my deerskin cloth.
   I wear his smaller flaps over both sides of my body.

      "Will our shaman be all right?" asks Crying Loon. "From what I saw, it
   seemed that our warriors were very angry with Snarling Bear."

      "They thought he had attacked our shaman."

      "I know he didn't," whispers Crying Loon.

      When I peer into the boy's eyes, I see that he's holding something back.
   His words of assurance become that more significant. "How do you know?"

      "That man was with me."

      "With you?" I ask. "When? I don't understand, Crying Loon..."

      "Snarling Bear was in the woods," the boy explains. "He was spying on
   what we were doing together. When you ran off to get me that ritual flap
   for my butt, the warrior climbed down from where he was hiding in a tree.
   His hands made gestures that he'd seen much. I felt scared to be alone with
   an enemy warrior but his face revealed no malice towards me. He revealed
   that he was in need by lifting his front flap..."

      "...to show you that he was excited?" I venture. Crying Loon nods his
   head. When the boy lowers his eyes in shame, my hands reach out to grip his
   slim shoulders. My gesture of assurance draws his eyes back up to mine.

      "I let him stick into me!" admits Crying Loon.

      I slowly nod my head. "That's what someone of the Mahyee-na allows when
   his butt is uncovered. You should feel no shame for giving yourself to that
   needing man. Even if he is an enemy warrior."

      "It's not that!" the boy shouts. "I only want to make love with you in
   that way - to keep myself for you, Willow Bird."

      "I understand. My monedo had seen my own confusion when he spoke of us
   visiting with the lusty Moss-bowl to get our butts fucked. I asked him how
   I could offer myself to another man when we had bound ourselves together in
   love. He explained that it was only our bodies being given to other men;
   not our hearts."

      Crying Loon shrugs his shoulders. "You're not angry with me?"

      I shake my head and grin. "You are free to do what you want with your
   body, Crying Loon! Haven't you told me about your friend, Stone Skipper?
   That you wanted him to stick into your butt? And you sat over Day Rabbit to
   let him fuck you..."

      "But those were only boys," explains Crying Loon. "It's different when
   a man takes my body for love."

      "Did Snarling Bear try giving you his heart?" I ask, "or had he only
   achieve giving you his sperm?" Crying Loon reaches down to hold his butt.
   I can see how my words are getting the youth to think about it.

      "I didn't want that man to touch me," says Crying Loon.

      "Why didn't you run away?" I ask. The boy glares at me with something
   odd showing in his eyes. It sends a chill down my spine. He releases a
   trembling breath before giving me the full account.

      "I was held at his side by curiosity when he showed me something that
   was being kept in his sacred bundle: a small pouch of crushed herbs. He
   gathered some into his palm and blew them at my face. It stung my nose bad!
   I felt that my body was under some kind of spell after that. The warrior
   held me when I became faint. He took me down to the ground and laid over my
   back. I felt his dick trying to find my hole. A part of me didn't want this
   joining but another part had me submitting to his will. Strangely, I didn't
   feel any pain when he fucked me. My hole was already stretched by your
   penetration and plenty slippery from your release."

      I peer deep into the boy's shy eyes when asking him an important thing.
   "Was it a forced act?"

      "Are you asking me if Snarling Bear raped me?"

      I slowly nod my head. "Being Mahyee-na doesn't mean that you should be
   taken against your will."

      "No. I think that it was a willing thing on my part," says Crying Loon.
   "I suspect the man's use of his sacred bundle item was to subdue my body
   for his lusty use. Did he pass Power onto me when... shooting his seed into
   my butt?"

      The boy's question reminds me of what I've Seen happening between
   Snarling Bear and Shy Coyote when their bodies joined. The shaman had
   passed his Power unto that boy by fucking him. A thing I've done myself
   with Running Wolf in the rain storm.

      "It's not a bad thing, is it?" asks Crying Loon after the long silence.

      I'm returned to the Now and face the troubled youth. "No. Snarling Bear's
   spirit is like mine to love boys. He has passed his male strength to other
   youths so it was a privilege that he mounted you and..."

      "Loved me?" asks Crying Loon.

      "Yes. The way a shaman cares for those under his charge," I explain.
   "He had seen what we shared together in the woods and came down to offer
   his male strength to you. He's a proven warrior from an enemy tribe and a
   powerful shaman! And it also satisfied his own lust. You do have a nice
   little butt."

      Crying Loon tries hiding his smile from me. I reach down for the boy's
   rear end and give it a fond pat. That gets him giggling.

      "After Snarling Bear was done using the rear of my body, he turned me
   around to grab my dick under my front flap. His strong hand pulled over my
   shy erection until it grew very stiff. He sucked on it. I had already spent
   myself in your hand when you fucked me so my loins felt no need yet they
   grew powerful as if from great lust. His hands surged around my cheeks to
   force my stabs between his lips. He achieved a drink from my pole."

      "Your loins are sweet." Crying Loon gives my left shoulder a slap. When
   my eyes fill with pain because of my knife wound there, the boy shows
   anguish for his uncaring act. His mouth comes to my hurt and he tries
   kissing my pain away. I draw his slim form into my arms.

      "It's alright," I whisper to the youth. "I'm glad that Snarling Bear was
   with you since it proves he wasn't the one who attacked our shaman." The
   boy nods his head against my chest.

     "Will other men be wanting to stick into my butt because it's uncovered?"

     "My monedo had warned me that it would be so. Yet you are still a boy. I
   would think a lusting man of our tribe would be given pause from attempting
   that act with you in fear of drawing your father's wrath."

      "I wouldn't tell him!"

      My arms tighten around Crying Loon. I hold this dear boy close for a long
   while. He is truly Mahyee-na for wanting men to take him. I know that in the
   days ahead, this youth will get all the boys to mount his ass. Word of it
   will spread. The bolder men of our tribe may even give it a try.

      I feel Crying Loon's hands gripping my back. I'm pulling on the boy's
   shoulder blades to tighten our hug. His slim body is warm against my chest.
   He's trembling. I press my nose into the youth's soft neck, smelling him.
   Love for this boy bursts in my heart!

      My body is reacting strongly from holding this young male in my arms.
   Crying Loon has a girl's soft features that reminds me of Sky Runner from
   the Painted People. Both boys love to fit dicks into their little butts!
   My right hand falls down the boy's back until I'm clutching his rear end.
   I cup his softness with my palm, my fingers slipping into its moist crack.
   A lusty sigh escapes from my lips. I'm in need of this youth again!

      Crying Loon gently pushes against my arms to loosen their hold around
   his body. He looks up at me with seeking eyes. Does he see my lust for him?
   The boy tugs on my front flap, dropping it to the dirt at our feet. He
   turns within my arms. Legs spread and his back arches when he offers
   himself to get fucked. I feel his soft cheeks pressing against my erection.
   He humps them suggestingly. A sharp longing fills my stomach to accept the
   boy's sexual offer. I do so.

      With only a slight lowering of my groin, I'm able to slip my hard dick
   into the boy with one thrust. His small hole is yielding and plenty
   slippery from having taken Snarling Bear's cum into it.

      My hands lock over the boy's breast. I'm giving him a moment to get used
   to my big size. I lovingly kiss along his slim shoulders. My lips press
   against his soft neck while my nose breathes in his nice boy smell: a
   mixture of sweat and the lime smell from his skin. I prevent myself from
   marking him with my teeth as lovers sometimes do.

      Our male bodies begin moving in sex. The boy knows to back onto my
   forward stabs so that my dick can stick very deeply in him. Ah, the sweet
   thrills that come from it! When I relax, my dick nearly pulls out of his
   hole. He clamps down on my retreat with his ringed muscles. I gently thrust
   forward into his hot clammy tightness. My strong hard body takes his smaller
   soft body with pleasure.

      The boy's left hand reaches back and slips under my rear flap to coax a
   faster pace from me. His palm can feel my surging. My butt humps with a
   man's motion of fucking when fulfilling myself in this willing boy.

      "Ride me hard, Willow Bird!"

      "Won't that hurt you?" I ask with concern.

      "Yes. But it's a good pain," the boy explains. "I'm feeling real strange.
   My dick is tingling with lots of thrills but it's not hard... I think that's
   coming from your dick hitting against my 'squaw spot' as you've told me."

      "A man has the reach to pleasure it for you!" I hear Crying Loon giggle.
   When I intensify my attack, the youth makes soft crying moans through his
   nose. He feels what my hard body is doing inside of his.

      I unlock my hands and press them against Crying Loon's breast, my sweaty
   palms pulling the boy closer to me. Our heated bodies becomes frantic. I
   stab into his butt as if I were striking him with a knife, again and again!
   The youth cries out in pain. My chest presses against the boy's back to
   keep our wild bodies firmly together. Only below is there a separation. I
   plow through his tight ass; a crunch of my groin hair against brown cheeks.
   He cannot escape my attack nor does he want to.

      "It's too intense!" cries the boy.

      Hearing the youth's plea gets me very excited. I replace my brutal in
   and out stabbing with deep shallow thrusts. My hairy groin mashes into his
   trembling cheeks; no more drum pounding. I've buried my swollen cock deep
   into the boy's asshole. Sweat runs down our bodies from the effort.

      The strength of my hands are nearly lifting the boy up from the ground.
   My arms shake from the effort. I notice that my whole body is trembling
   against him. I'm becoming exhausted. Where once I was flying high to the
   clouds to achieve male climax, my wings are faltering. I'm falling...

      My arms carry Crying Loon down to the ground with me. I fall hard on my
   butt. With a yelp, the boy has felt our impact from my dick still caught
   in him. My legs fold in a sitting position.

      "What happened?" asks Crying Loon.

      I gasp for breath. "Fucking you has... worn me out!"

      The boy giggles. "Did you finish it?"

      "No. Close to it but... didn't." My lungs are nearly bursting for air. I
   have to stop talking so that I can catch my breath. Crying Loon sits in my
   lap waiting for me to recover. Curiously, I reach within the boy's front
   flap for his erection. Only a soft male bump. It's as he's said, not hard.

      "I felt thrilled," says Crying Loon. "Not from my dick but deep in my
   butt. Never have I felt such pain! The hurt came from a strange tickle in
   my hole that grew with intensity from each of your stabs. I couldn't tell
   if it was something pleasurable or painful, if you know what I mean..."

      "I think that I do. When you get fucked enough, you'll be able to turn
   that pain into male thrills just as a girl does when she's mounted."
   Crying Loon falls silent. I think that my explanation have embarrassed him.

      "Should I have been born a girl?" he asks.

      "No. You were born as a boy, Crying Loon! It was the Great Spirit's
   intention that you remain male and won't you strive to become a warrior?"

      "Yes. Like my father," answers Crying Loon. "But he doesn't let his butt
   get stuck into..."

      "Because that man's spirit directs him to mount squaws. You've performed
   as a man in my butt. Has that lessened me in your eyes?"

      "No, Willow Bird! I heard how you've performed as a warrior on the
   plains with the Split Tribe's men. You've returned to our tribe as a man."

      I release a sigh of relief. "You too will grow up into a man. How you
   express your sexuality doesn't change that. I enjoy having my butt taken by
   needing boys and men. My dick really enjoys your butt!"

      "Can you finish the act?" begs Crying Loon.

      I release a chuckle. "Isn't your hole filled enough? You've captured my
   seed earlier this day and a great warrior from the Spear-bearing People has
   'raped' you. I expect that when I leave the woods, you'll be seeking out
   boys like Stone Skipper to have him try giving you a baby!"

      Crying Loon doesn't find my words humorous. He falls silent while
   remaining impaled on my hard dick. Even when I stab into him a few times,
   the boy doesn't respond. My fingers continue to play over his limp pole
   under his front flap to try getting it erected.

      "What if word gets around that I give my butt for male sex?" he asks.

      "You are already enduring the rumors that you're a naughty boy when it
   comes to playing naked games with your friends."

      "That's different, Willow Bird! Lots of boys in the tribe are caught
   beating off or do it boldly before their friends and to embarrass girls.
   Having people learn that I let my butt get fucked is another matter. I've
   heard about cross-dressers that were men who've become squaws."

      "Ah. I've heard about this but have never seen such a one. I believe
   that a cross-dresser has the gentle spirit of a woman within that doesn't
   seek the path of manhood. I am a man. I know that you'll grow up to be a
   strong warrior, Crying Loon. Giving our butts for sexual conquest doesn't
   mean we'll wear a dress for it."

      "That may be true," answers Crying Loon in a small voice, "but I would
   find it hard if others in the tribe learned that I like getting my butt
   taken as if I were a squaw."

      I nod my head with understanding. My own mother had spoken about it,
   saying that my becoming Big Horn's lover had me giving up the chance of
   siring children that my father's blood could have lived through. It was a
   difficult thing to hear. Yet as a man, I'll provide for my mother's needs
   and I think she has come to accept me. Big Horn's words return to me.

      "I think that's why my monedo had warned me not to initiate boys into
   the Mahyee-na before being named braves. You have proven yourself able to
   indulge in male sex acts but you're not grown up enough in your head to
   endure its consequences..."

      "Yes. You've told me this before, Willow Bird."

      I wrap my arms around Crying Loon's chest, giving him a tight squeeze.
   "What more can I say? We have touched butts in the first rite of the
   Mahyee-na so it cannot be undone. I have joined my body with yours - am
   joined to you with my dick still in your butt! You've passed on what I've
   taught to Stone Skipper and Day Rabbit. And your butt is uncovered..."

      "People already know then?"

      "Maybe. You are still a boy so it's expected that you'll be fooling
   around with your friends. Having sex with an unmarried girl is punishable
   under tribal law but nothing is said about fucking with boys."

      Crying Loon giggles. I'm glad that he has returned to his happier self.
   Yet I see in the moons ahead that we'll both face difficult trials; a coming
   to terms of our Mahyee-na identities and how others may look at us.

      "I'm feeling very full down there..."

      My arms release Crying Loon so that he can get up from my lap. When he
   stands, my swollen dick pops out of his hole. Its shaft runs with cum as if
   I had reached climax in the boy. Ah. That's the warrior's seed covering my
   dick. I wonder how much of it fills this youth?

      My hands reach out for Crying Loon's brown cheeks, parting them like the
   soft petals of a flower. He has a wet butt. The boy spreads his legs over
   the ground, arches his back so that I can peek inside. His puckered brown
   hole is found within. As expected, it oozes a lot of cum. To see this
   inside the boy is immensely exciting! He has a butt full of manly power -
   from a shaman of an enemy tribe. I'm eager to partake of that warrior's
   strength for myself.

      My mouth goes to Crying Loon's backside. I kiss over both small cheeks,
   taking in their sweet odor that has come from male releases. My lips wander
   over the boy's half moon shapes. I hungrily suck on his wet skin while my
   hands prevent the youth from escaping. He softly moans through his nose.

      My mouth eats its way deeper through his butt crack. I lap up the
   sweetness flowing down from his hole. A warrior's power put there! My
   tongue sticks through his cheeks until finding its tight entrance. I lap up
   the cum put into this boy from fucking. It makes me very excited!

      Crying Loon bends over some more so that my tongue can get very deep
   into him. He loves getting his butt ate up. I bury my face between his wet
   cheeks to swallow what his asshole has won from men. My tongue sticks as
   far as it can into this willing boy. I pull back only to take in breaths.

      Laying between my thighs, my dick has grown very stiff. My body has
   taken in Snarling Bear's manly power. I'm ready to finish my act with this
   boy. My hands push on Crying Loon's hips to lower him to the ground on his
   knees. I rush to my knees behind him. With a forward stab, I connect my
   body to his. My hands keep a hold of his wiggling brown butt.

      "Fuck me hard, Willow Bird."

      I grin at the boy's plea. "Snarling Bear's power has passed into me!"
   My cock sheathes into his little butt with my groin hair mashing against
   his cheeks. My hands grip the boy's hips. I begin a man's rhythm that will
   bring me to seeding.

      My knees surge around the boy's. I bang into his bottom like a war drum!
   He endures my dick beating and keeps his body steady with his arms stretched
   out over the dirt. Pound - pound! My lusty efforts are concentrated on his
   drum in my hands. So small. Vulnerable to my manly attack. I eagerly stab
   into its tightness, pull back and stab in again. My sweet thrills are
   building up.

      There's a strange sense of Power tingling down my spine. It centers in
   my own hole while I'm concentrated on filling this boy's asshole with my
   power. A shadow falls over us. When I fearfully glance about, all I see
   are the silent trees. No wind. Even the birds are quiet.

      The shadow covers my back like a warm blanket. Strange... I would think
   its dark touch would chill me. A part of me is afraid, like the little boy
   who fears the dark and the hungry animals roaming under its night cover. I
   shake away my weird premonition.

      I cry out from the sharp sensation in my butt. It's as if an unseen dick
   has penetrated my unguarded spot while I'm busy fucking Crying Loon. I
   clutch the youth, concentrate on finishing my act with him so that the
   shadow will go away. Tremendous Power runs up my spine. My dick hardens
   like I've never felt it before! The boy cries out in pain when I stab him
   with sexual fury. Power is passed into him. Pleasure explodes in my head! I
   feel my strong releases going into the boy. His butt is filling up while
   someone is filling mine. It's a strange sensation.

      My back feels the return of Father Sun's Hand upon it. Our sweat cools
   in the slight breeze. I hear Crying Loon's soft cries of pain through his
   nose. My held breath comes out as a low groan of satisfaction.

      "You came out?" asks Crying Loon.

      "Ah, yes. Your butt has caught my seed again."

      "It hurt a lot, at the end!"

     I smile at the boy's complaint. Cumming in him has taken all of my power.
   My weary body collapses over the youth. His knees straighten out so that
   his chest can lay over the ground. I rest over his sweaty back. My dick
   still in him. There's a small pain coming from my butthole. It's as if I
   were caught in the middle of fucking between two males. I shake my head at
   this strange thought.

      "Keep laying over me, Willow Bird."

      "I'm not going to move. Need to rest for a while..." Breaths are racing
   through my open mouth. The full weight of my body presses Crying Loon into
   the soft dirt. My hands clutch his underarms.

      "I like this part," admits the fallen boy. "Being stuck together after
   having sex."

      I smile from what Crying Loon's words have revealed. "You enjoy having
   your butt conquered," I explain. "Having sperm in your hole gives you a
   sense of completion. It's a thing I too have often felt from a lover."

      "That's why I endure pain from the act," admits Crying Loon. "Getting my
   hole stuck into hurts but I know that it gives my companion much pleasure,
   and in return, I win his male strength in me."

      My thoughts turn to what this boy has told me about him bouncing over
   Day Rabbit's groin. That little boy was too young to squirt his 'strength'
   into Crying Loon's hole from the act. No. This youth enjoys having his butt
   fucked but doesn't want to admit that.

      "Have I won your heart, Willow Bird?"

      I'm struck by Crying Loon's question. Yes. This sweet boy has taken my
   heart yet I'm kept from admitting it. My hands reach around his slim body
   pressed in the dirt to clutch his breast. I feel his nipples sticking
   against my palms. There's the steady beating of his heart. We lay together
   for a while more, listening to the birds singing in the trees all around.

      Crying Loon becomes restless. He has been enduring my weight over his
   back so slowly, our mated bodies pull apart. I rise to my knees with the
   boy laying under me. He's content to rest in the dirt for a while longer.
   My eyes fall to that part of his body where I've found bliss. Unlike a
   girl's front opening, a boy offers himself for mounting from behind. Such
   a sweet little butt! I'm awe struck that a part of my life has been put
   into the boy there. Sadly, it won't grow into a new life between us.

      My hands rest over Crying Loon's bottom. Soft under my palms, and warm.
   I don't need to pull his brown cheeks apart to see that his hole is full.
   My love is deep inside him.

      I wonder if others will discover our love? Song Bird and I were found
   out and it forced our painful separation. I don't want to lose this boy as
   well! If he continues to go about camp with a uncovered butt, people may
   suspect that he's Mahyee-na and the boy will have to answer to his father.
   Then I'll have to endure that warrior's wrath for what I've been doing to
   his young son...

      "Would you like me to return your rear flap?" I hear myself asking him.

      "No, Willow Bird. Keep yourself covered as a man should. I want everyone
   to see me for what I am. There's no shame for being Mahyee-na."

      I squeeze Crying Loon's cheeks in acceptance of his good words. At last,
   this boy is showing wisdom. I cast away my concerns about discovery. This
   boy can be trusted to keep our love secret.

      Some playfulness comes into me when I scoot forward to sit my butt over
   his. My hands go to Crying Loon's back in a massage. The boy moans through
   his nose at my handling.

     "Oh, that feels good..."

     "You have a nice body, Crying Loon. It's a real privilege for me to be
   touching you. Any part of you."

     "Why do you like me?" the boy asks. "Is it because I'm younger than you?"

      I ponder over Crying Loon's question for a moment. "Yes. That's part of
   my attraction to you. My spirit directs me to love boys. I like showing you
   the sex acts of the Mahyee-na but too, I have need to instruct. Only a man
   can do this for the youth under his charge."

      "Like your monedo did for you. In return, you loved him though he was
   older..."

      "Yes. He showed me the ways of the Mahyee-na and I loved him as a second
   father. Now, I stand where he once stood with a youth to guide along the
   path of male love."

      "Hmm. I understand, Willow Bird."

      Crying Loon hands me back my front flap that was lying on the ground
   near his right elbow. I realize that we've not gone that far into the woods
   to be making love so I fold the cloth over my belt to cover my loins. I
   hope no hunters from our tribe will chance upon us.

      Casting that worry aside, my hands continue to kneed the soft muscles
   of Crying Loon's back. He'll need a few more years of growth before his
   body hardens into a man's. My teachings will shape what he thinks, just as
   Big Horn has done for me. The circle of life has turned once around. It's
   at this moment that I fully accept my role as monedo for this sweet youth.
   I have truly become a man.

      After a lengthy massage, Crying Loon turns around to face me. I sit over
   his legs. My eyes fall to his front flap and find only a small male bulge
   within. My hands have relaxed him so completely that his loins are sleepy.
   A question pops into my head.

      "Do you like to fuck me?" I ask.

      Crying Loon grins, eagerly nodding his head. "Yes. It's a male act that
   joins my body to yours in a most intimate way. I know that you like getting
   your butt stuck into. Like I do."

      I see the youth's eyes shine. He is like me in many ways, and enjoying
   butt fucking is one of them. My hand reaches under the boy's front flap
   for his limp pole. It's moist and warm in my fingers. I will coax its
   growth.

      "You want your turn?" Crying Loon asks.

      I grin at the boy's obvious question, shrugging my shoulders in reply.
   He reaches for my front flap, lifting it for a peek. Talking about fucking
   has made my dick hard. I scoot forward until our dicks can touch, both our
   hands playing with them in a rubbing game. My oozing glans drip to his
   knob in a wet kiss. The boy sees how excited I've become from my sweet
   anticipation of having him fuck me. My hand feels the hardness of his
   forming erection. When it stands against his belly, I sit on it. My hands
   push our flaps away from loins and butt. On my knees, I spread my cheeks
   and aim my asshole onto the boy's shaft. His knob is felt against my moist
   opening - slips in! I'm amazed that I was able to swallow his length with
   such ease.

      The weight of my body presses down on Crying Loon. With a sigh, his
   hands reach up for my hips to begin his lust beats. I gasp when feeling the
   fullness of his boyhood moving through my butt. He penetrates me deeply!

      With my knees, I bounce over the boy's groin. His tight hands around my
   hips direct the pace of our mating. A slow one. My lips form a grin when
   seeing excitement shining from the youth's eyes. More than feeling
   pleasure, Crying Loon is enjoying his conquest of a man.

      I give the boy a fine performance. When rising from his groin, I tighten
   my butthole muscles around his escaping dick. Crying Loon moans. His hands
   pull on my hips to bring my butt down onto him again. It becomes my turn to
   gasp when I feel the boy's deep penetration of my ass.

      "Am I reaching your 'squaw' spot?" asks Crying Loon.

      "Ah, yes! Your dick is sticking me good," I answer the proud youth. Our
   heated bodies quicken their sexual pace. The effort is felt in my weary
   legs so I hope that Crying Loon will finish it soon.

      I reach my hands down behind me to find the boy's humping cheeks in the
   dirt. My fingers reach under them and lift him when he stabs my ass. It
   makes for a deeper penetration! A wonderful pain/tickle is felt in my hole.
   Under my front flap, my dick tingles with sharp male thrills. Getting my
   butt fucked pleasures the other side of my body.

      "I'm going to cum!" warns the boy.

      I look into Crying Loon's eyes. They narrow when he's squirting in me.
   His breath explodes out of him at the end. No telling gurgles were felt in
   my butt yet I know he has filled it with his wet male love.

      "Oh, that has taken all my energy!" complains Crying Loon.

      "You have plenty more in your butt," I remind the boy and laugh. Our
   sweaty bodies slow against one another. My weight presses down on Crying
   Loon's groin so that I can rest my aching legs.

      "We can't seem to get enough of each other..." says the boy with awe
   showing in his voice.

      "That's from new love. Haven't you seen how a couple remain in their
   tipi for days to enjoy a lusty honey moon?" I ask.

      "We don't have a tipi so we keep doing it in the woods!" Crying Loon
   looks around at the trees with a silly grin on his face.

      I adjust my weight over the boy's groin. His swollen dick is still felt
   in my butthole. Playfully, I milk it for more sperm by tightening and
   loosening my ringed muscles. It sends thrilling tingles through my dick
   that could bring me to cumming. I reach within my front flap to handle
   myself. Crying Loon grins when he catches me in the act.

      "You're still in need?" the boy asks.

      I nod my head while feeling a little embarrassed. My knees surge to get
   the feel of his pole moving through my asshole. It enhances the thrills
   from my dick while I'm pulling over it. My eyes close in concentration. I
   imagine that a boy from the Moss-bowl Tribe is eagerly fucking my ass while
   his uncle stands at our side awaiting his turn to relieve his loins in me.
   This man has a huge cock! The boy is preparing my hole by stretching it
   with his stabs and will make it slippery when he cums. His uncle slowly
   strokes over his horse cock in anticipation of shoving it up my butt after
   his nephew is done fucking me...

      My sweet daydream ends when I hear Crying Loon's gasp of fear. I open my
   eyes and see that something has drawn the boy's attention. With a sharp
   turning of his head, Crying Loon warns me of someone in our part of the
   woods. I turn towards the intruder with dread.

      "Come out," asks Crying Loon.

      The bold youth walks to us from behind some trees. It's hard to see who
   it is in the shadows but when nearing us, I see a dress covering the small
   body. It's a girl.

      "What you doing?" asks Rain Dancer.

      I quickly turn to Crying Loon with my hands rushing down to pin his arms
   over the ground. He sees what I'm trying to do and joins my mock wrestling.
   The girl squats at our side. Her bright eyes have already seen too much.

      "Crying Loon and Willow Bird are playing naughty together!" she taunts.

      I ignore what Rain Dancer has said. In a loud voice, I ask Crying Loon
   to yield in our wrestling contest. He does. But not convincingly. I slowly
   rise from his groin, my butthole pulling from his dick until I'm standing
   over him with my flaps falling down my body. The boy quickly covers his
   dick with the front flap that's been laying over his belly.

      I turn to Rain Dancer while hiding the obvious bulge in my front flap
   with my arm. "What brings you into the woods?"

      "Your mother is looking for you!" the girl answers. "She is worried and
   has asked everyone where you are. I didn't mean to spy on what the two of
   you were... doing."

      "It's a boy thing," explains Crying Loon. He sits up with a weary sigh.

      "Yes. You won't tell anyone about it to cause me embarrassment?" I ask.
   Rain Dancer ponders over my plea. It's a tense moment until I see the girl
   smile. Her bright eyes are falling to my deerskin flaps.

      "I'll keep it a secret if you let me try on your breechclout."

      I'm struck by her odd request. Rain Dancer has been known to play along
   side the boys in stone throwing contests and other games. I've heard that
   she even beat up a boy a little older than herself.

      Rain Dancer looks around a moment before pulling off her dress. My eyes
   are curiously drawn to her nakedness. As a girl of eleven, she has a smooth
   front opening. She turns around slowly as if enticing our interest. My eyes
   fall to her small pale butt. It's shape is wrong when compared to a boy's
   bottom that I lust for.

      Crying Loon gives me a warning glance but I nod to him, finding the knot
   to my thong belt and loosen it. Two deerskin flaps fall into my hands. Rain
   Dancer is eager to take them up. She ties my long belt around her waist,
   folding my cloths over the front and back of her pale body. Wearing a dress
   has prevented her skin from properly darkening in the sun.

      I'm in awe of her changed appearance. If I didn't know any better, this
   could easily be a boy standing before me. Her face has the look of a boy.
   More so than Crying Loon's soft face.

      Rain Dancer twirls around where I stand. She appears happy to be wearing
   the garment of a boy. Crying Loon ends her fun when he lifts her front flap
   for a peek. He points down, laughing at her. Instead of finding a male
   bulge that one expects, her body is smooth and uninteresting. She has a
   flat chest like a boy. With growth, I know even that will change.

      "I want to see both of you naked," demands Rain Dancer.

      I'm sure that Crying Loon is regretting his mean trick. He comes to
   stand at my side, reluctantly pulling away his front flap. He angrily kicks
   the cloth off his feet where it has fallen.

      The girl takes in what our uncovered bodies have to offer. With bright
   eyes, she seems to be comparing the big size of my dick to Crying Loon's.
   There's more hair on my groin than his.

      Rain Dancer gestures for us to turn around. Crying Loon drops his eyes
   to the ground in humiliation. I notice my friend's embarrassment so I reach
   for his shoulder to steady the boy. We turn around together.

      A soft hand is felt over my butt. There's a slapping sound coming from
   Crying Loon's rear end that he answers with his loud protest. We turn and
   face the smiling girl. Her arms open in their offer of a hug.

      "If I were older, would you take me for a wife?" she asks.

      "I've not been looking for one," is my gentle reply. Crying Loon is
   shaking his head. Rain Dancer frowns at our responses. She pulls away her
   front flap and leaps onto the naked boy. Her embrace is a fierce one.

      "Would you like me better if I were a boy?" she asks.

      "Ah, no. Let me go!" he shouts.

      I'm amused by the girl's show of affection for Crying Loon. He tries
   resisting her. In play, I join into Rain Dancer's game by wrapping my long
   arms around both their bodies, keeping them facing each other. The boy
   struggles half heartily. My hands drop down both their backs until I'm
   clutching their butts. I pull on them with a drum's rhythm.

      Crying Loon's dick lays against the girl's front opening. It presses her
   there each time she pulls over the boy's ass in her hands. My hands keep
   their bodies locked together; no escape for Crying Loon. And although he
   protests, his dick is growing harder. Pleasuring her more and more. It
   makes me laugh.

      My hands can feel the differences between these two youths. The girl's
   wiggly butt is softer and less muscled. Crying Loon's is larger under my
   palm and flexes with power. He is a full year older than the girl in his
   arms.

      They are a good match for each other. Crying Loon stands only a little
   taller than Rain Dancer. Their bodies fit nicely together. It's exciting to
   see the two youths embracing naked as if they were husband and squaw. A
   really cute couple.

      "Stop laughing!" shouts Crying Loon.

      I try swallowing my uncontrolled bouts. It does no good to humiliate my
   companion, I scold myself. We're trying to win this girl's silence.

      My hands make a steady beat over their backsides. In the front of them,
   their loins meet. Crying Loon has grown fully erected with his knob popped
   out from its foreskin. The girl peers down at the boy's thrusts against her
   cunt with concern showing in her eyes. Is she afraid that it might slip
   inside her?

      I realize that they are both too young to make a baby. Rain Dancer
   hasn't begun her courses and Crying Loon can only shoot out a clear release
   from his dick. Perhaps the girl is afraid that getting penetrated may hurt.
   Her opening seems too small to take in this boy's healthy size.

      I grin when the girl takes a sharp inwards breath. Her brown eyes
   sparkle. She's feeling thrilled by the boy's outside stabs and he will
   likely climax to her belly. Crying Loon has already filled my asshole but
   he's a healthy boy with plenty more cum to squirt out.

      My butt does feel full. It's an uncomfortable sensation that urges me to
   squat and empty my bowels yet my hands are too busy keeping these youths
   together in their game of mating. I'll relieve myself behind a tree when
   they're finished.

      Rain Dancer adjusts her body against Crying Loon until there's a sharp
   gasp coming from her. The boy groans in disgust. I feel a hand pushing on
   my chest that must be from Crying Loon; a frantic gesture for escape. My
   hand keeps its tight hold around his lower back. I feel the girl's urgent
   hands pulling on the boy's ass to get him to fuck her properly. After a
   moment, my friend ends his struggling. He has come to accept his manly
   duty with the girl.

      I look down at their groins. Crying Loon's pubic hair is seen pressing
   against the girl's smoothness. No sign of his dick? I realize then that it
   has penetrated her opening and he's really fucking her! My hands continue
   to pull on both butts with a faster rhythm.

      The girl makes soft crying noises through her nose. I realize that she's
   enjoying some nice climaxes in Crying Loon's arms and doesn't want them to
   end. The boy makes big stabs into the front of the girl's body. Watching
   his male performance makes my dick get real hard.

      It's a strange sight. Rain Dancer has her butt covered with the deerskin
   flap a boy wears. With the front of her body pressed against Crying Loon's,
   it appears like I'm watching two boys belly rubbing. My dick is aching me
   to join into the fun.

      I bring my body up against the couple's side. My erection sticks above
   their groins, being pressed by their heaving bellies. With my hands over
   their butts, I continue to increase the pace of their mating. Rain Dancer
   wails in her high-pitched voice, caught up in lust's powerful spell. The
   boy has his eyes closed.

      My thrusts slip between their bumping bodies. I'm not sure why I want to
   share my love making with a girl. There's no real need in my loins; I've
   spilt my lust in Crying Loon's butt already. He's trapped in the role of a
   man - mounting Rain Dancer. His low moans prove that it's feeling good.

      I listen to the squishy sounds of our three joining bodies. The girl
   stands in our arms while we do all the work. I'm surprised to feel the
   boy's joyful effort at fucking this girl. My hands cover the girl's as we
   pull over Crying Loon's butt in our effort to coax the boy's sexy motion.

      I'm feeling the building thrills in my loins. My dick finds the tight
   space between their sweaty bellies a wonderful place to stab! What a
   wonderful sensation to be holding these mating youths in my arms - being a
   part of their love making. The girl presses her face against the boy's for
   a stolen kiss.

      Crying Loon cries out. It's answered by Rain Dancer's loud sigh of
   contentment from achieving her greatest climax with him. The boy makes a
   few more savage stabs into her cunt before his sweaty body slows against
   hers. I hide my disappointment for not cumming.

      Crying Loon pushes on the girl's body to separate themselves. I'm drawn
   to the wild expression on the boy's face. He notices my attention and drops
   his eyes to his dripping dick. Proof of his manly deed.

      Rain Dancer reaches out for the boy's wet knob. He pulls away but not
   before the girl has caught some of his cum in her fingers. Is she concerned
   that he could have gotten her with child?

      "His seed is not strong like a man's," I explain in assurance to her.

      "Uh huh. But yours is, Willow Bird!" she answers with a sly grin.

      I see where Rain Dancer's eyes are falling on me. She turns from the boy
   and steps onto my feet with hers. On tip toes, the girl grips my hips when
   aligning our groins. My hands reach around her back to prevent her from
   becoming unbalanced. She had almost fallen off me!

      My long dick is laying against the girl's moist opening. My knob has
   popped out, sticking into her navel and oozing precum. Her tight arms grip
   my lower back. She means to keep our hug so I endure my intimate contact
   with this girl to see where it will lead us.

      "I've been told that I am too young to have a baby," says Rain Dancer.

      I'm puzzled by what she's said until seeing the girl lift herself up my
   body to get my oozing knob to stick into her opening. My size won't fit in
   her! Before I can prevent our joining, my dick is slipping between her lips
   with a slow penetration. We watch in amazement when my hairy groin comes to
   press up against the girl's smoothness. Crying Loon giggles at our side.

      "It's your turn, Willow Bird!" he warns.

      My erection has been swallowed by a wonderful tightness. The girl's
   passage must have been stretched by Crying Loon's earlier stabs and made
   slippery when he came in her for my hard cock to fit. She groans in her
   throat as if from pain. Yes she doesn't push me away... I'm trapped within
   her tight arms, unable to escape my rape. This is a new sensation that I'm
   allowing my body to experience.

      I look down between our bellies. My groin hair tickles against her
   smoothness. There's no sign of my hard dick - her small opening has really
   taken my all into it? I gasp when feeling the girl force my stabs. She
   stands on tip toes over my feet and pulls her smaller body over mine. I
   rush my hands down to her rear end to keep her from falling off.

      Rain Dancer reaches up for my shoulders. She slowly pulls herself up my
   body until her slim legs wrap around my butt. I keep a tight hold of hers.
   Our shifting of weight forces my erection deeper into her cunt. I'm feeling
   wonderful thrills! My hands tighten and loosen around the girl's ass when
   beginning my gentle fucking rhythm inside her.

      Already, the girl wails through her nose from feeling orgasm. I'm
   feeling a little embarrassed that Crying Loon watches my performance. My
   dick has enjoyed the tightness of boy bottoms or being sucked off. Filling
   a girl's cunt is a new pleasure for me.

      Crying Loon ends his giggling. He comes closer to our side, watching me
   fuck the young girl with wide eyes. My big size slides easily through her
   opening because of the boy's cum in her. I'm finding bliss in Rain Dancer?!
   I put away my troubling thoughts to simply enjoy having sex with her. It's
   exciting to know that Crying Loon has already taken his turn mounting her.
   I wonder if she's ever been fucked twice in a row?

      My stabs remain gentle. I don't want to injure this young girl and
   realize with trepidation that I'm breaking tribal law. To put seed in an
   unmarried girl is punishable if we're found out! I close my eyes as if to
   deny my irresponsible act.

      Our locked bodies move together as one. Her cunt is tight like a boy's
   hole so my loins can find completion in her. I imagine that I'm embracing
   Running Wolf with my need. His was a small body like this girl's that
   accepted my manly needs so I hold her tightly in my arms with that same
   love for a youngster. Her soft wailing is heard when I make deep thrusts.
   My loins are building with sharp thrills that will soon cause me to
   explode as a man.

      A part of me warns me to stop this! This is a young girl in my arms who
   shouldn't have allowed herself to get mounted. As a boy, Crying Loon can't
   be held responsible for what he's done with Rain Dancer but I am a man. No
   one in my tribe would believe that I was forced to it. I'm also concerned
   that my big size may be hurting her. Our bodies are unmatched for fucking.
   I have a man's strength and size that is dominating this girl's soft,
   smaller shape in my arms. Even though her immaturity cannot make use of my
   seed, trying to make a baby at her age is still wrong.

      My body becomes still. Rain Dancer looks up into my eyes with surprise.
   She squeezes my butt within her legs and lifts her body over me by pulling
   on my shoulders to force my stabs. I shake my head from side to side.

      "We shouldn't be doing this, Rain Dancer..."

      "What's wrong?" she asks. "Crying Loon was able to finish it so why are
   you wanting to stop?"

      "I'm much older than you. I know better than the boy and don't want you
   to get hurt. I also risk your father's wrath and punishment by my tribe!"

      "I won't tell," she answers. "I've been mounted by a few boys already!"

      "Who?"

      "I won't tell you, just as I'll keep your names a secret."

      "But they were younger than me! Not responsible for what they did. I am."

      "Don't you want me, Willow Bird?"

      I turn sharply to Crying Loon who's been listening to our conversation
   with interest. He keeps his face plain. No hint from him about what he
   thinks about this troubling matter. The girl squirms in my arms. She stares
   into my eyes awaiting my reply. I can't get myself to admit it.

     "I've seen your male need, Willow Bird. There's no reason to fear it! A
   brave from the Split Tribe has already taken me for his pleasure yesterday.
   He wasn't afraid to give me his seed."

      "How can that be?" I ask. "Their men and ours have kept to their sides
   of the river!"

      "I crossed over to their side on a raft," the girl explains. "It was
   found abandoned on our bank, half-sinking into the water by its age. I laid
   over it and was swept into the current. A young man from the Split Tribe
   saw what had happened and he swam out to help me. We clung to the raft,
   kicking our legs until reaching the bank. By then, we'd been swept far
   from our encampments.

      "He lost part of his breechclout," continues Rain Dancer with a giggle.
   "I was also naked because my dress had been left on the bank before I rode
   the raft. My mother would have scolded me it I were to get it wet.

      "When I noticed that the brave was excited, I opened my arms to his
   need. He didn't hesitate to make love with me with his kisses to my face,
   mouthing over my breast and licking into my cunt. He has your big size,
   Willow Bird. Longer yet skinny but we managed to fit our bodies together."

      I'm struck by Rain Dancer's story. It sounds true. If a man has already
   taken this girl's virginity then my act with her is less significant. She
   has been playing naughty with boys and proved that by tricking Crying Loon
   to stick in her. My hard dick is aching me to finish it.

      "I want you to fill me with your strong seed," begs Rain Dancer. "My
   body is small so I need a man's strength to have me growing up sooner!"

      "Ah. I don't think it works that way..." My thoughts turn to the boys
   I've empowered with my 'growing-up' rite when anointing my thick seed over
   their small loins. A girl doesn't have balls to fill with my male power.

      "Finish your act with her," Crying Loon asks. "It sounds like Rain
   Dancer knows what she's doing and you're dick is already in her so it's too
   late to stop, Willow Bird!"

      The boy's words remind me how we couldn't turn back my initiation of him
   into the Mahyee-na. We touched butts in the first rite and it couldn't be
   undone. I see pleading in Rain Dancer's eyes. When her legs resume to flex
   around my butt, I reluctantly join into her lusty rhythm. My throbbing dick
   slips through her clammy tight passage. Gentle in and out stabs that will
   bring me to seeding.

      "Yes, Willow Bird... I want your body to be fulfilled in mine!"

      Crying Loon reaches out for our rear ends to feel their sexy motion.
   Mine is humping within the girl's surging legs. I pull on her soft butt
   with both hands, bringing her small body onto mine to stick myself deeply
   through her tight cunt. I look down at our joining with amazement. Her body
   is nearly shaped like a boy's so I'm able to keep up the excitement to
   finish my act. I'm glad that her chest is flat.

      I feel the girl's kisses over my breast. When my left nipple is sucked
   on, I moan through my nose. The girl's mouthing wanders to my other nipple
   and she bites it! My bow-bent body releases its lusty arrows in her. My
   outcry is joined by Rain Dancer's loud wailing.

      I cum heavily into Rain Dancer. Pleasure explodes in my head and there's
   a sharp release from my butt. Crying Loon gasps with surprise. With my lust
   spent, I end my stabs through the girl's cunt. Her body slowly drops down
   mine until she's standing on my feet again. Sweat covers our bellies.

      I open my eyes. Rain Dancer gives me a weary grin and her eyes sparkle.
   She steps off my feet and allows me to pull from her opening. A string of
   my sticky sperm breaks and falls between us. It makes me realize what I've
   just done.

      Rain Dancer seems pleased. She looks down at herself, her hands gently
   pulling the lips to her cunt apart. Her opening shows redness within that
   oozes from what Crying Loon and I have squirted in her. The boy gives me a
   troubled frown for our accomplishment.

      To my surprise, I watch Crying Loon turn around and show off his butt to
   the girl. Rain Dancer curiously peers in for the boy's hole. Like her cunt,
   it oozes with male seed put there by me.

      "That's how a boy can be taken as if he were a girl?" asks Rain Dancer.
   The girl rubs her finger over Crying Loon's wet butthole, grinning.

      I nod my head. "You caught Crying Loon taking his turn fucking my butt,"
   I brag.

      "Let me see."

      I'm surprised by my bold admission yet I turn around and bend over. My
   hands pull on my cheeks so that the girl can see my wet asshole. I notice a
   coolness coming from my dripping balls and thighs.

      "It's spilled out of you!" shouts the girl admits lots of giggling.

      I feel a warmth against my cheeks. Crying Loon grips my hips to keep our
   rear ends rubbing together. There's a bubbling sound coming from him. Ah.
   He's emptying his hole against my butt.

      Rain Dancer keeps giggling at us. When Crying Loon is finished, she
   takes her turn rubbing against my cheeks. But unlike an asshole, her cunt
   can't release the cum it holds. I endure the youth's strange rite.

      My back straightens up and I turn to face Rain Dancer. She has learned
   much about us that causes me to be fearful. "You must keep what we've done
   together a secret!" I plead to Rain Dancer.

      "I will. I've wanted to play in ALL the boys' games but they wouldn't
   allow it," she explains. "Catching Crying Loon sticking into your butt gave
   me the chance to join in the fun."

      I nod my head with relief. "We're often playing that sex game with each
   other. It is done for pleasure and won't make a baby."

      "That's because you're both boys!"

      "Yes. We can perform sex acts without fear but you must be more careful,
   Rain Dancer. Especially when you get older." The girl drops her eyes to
   the ground, thinking over my words.

      Rain Dancer unties my breechclout from around her waist. She fetches her
   dress from the ground and pulls it over her head. There's a dreamy look in
   her eyes. I turn to Crying Loon with a grin but it dies on my lips when I
   see concern in his eyes.

      "We did as you asked. Don't tell anyone what you saw," he pleads.

      "I promise."

      Crying Loon fetches our breechclouts from the dirt while I watch Rain
   Dancer skip back to camp. What had brought her in the woods comes to mind.

      "I must go. My mother was concerned enough to ask people where I was."
   Crying Loon remains silent. He holds his front flap tightly in his fingers
   against his belly while looking down at his dripping dick.

      "What's wrong?" I ask.

      "I stuck into her," he whispers. "My seed is in her body!" With a sad
   shaking of his head, the front flap the boy's been grasping is folded over
   his thong belt. Hiding his deed.

      "Mine is in there too, mingling with yours. My dick felt good in that
   young girl and I can't believe that it had fit! We were only playing a
   naughty game with her as she asked. There's no love in my heart for Rain
   Dancer."

      "She might tell on us - say we raped her!" shouts the boy.

      "More like she forced us to rape her," I suggest. "It's not like we
   haven't done this before..." My hand slaps over my wet butt. When the boy
   continues to stare down at himself, I realize that he's greatly disturbed.
   "Tell me what's wrong."

      "I allowed that girl to slip my erection in her cunt," he tries to
   explain.

      "Yes?"

      "My dick was hard because of her! It felt good..."

      I nod my head with understanding. "My dick also grew hard against her
   cunt. It reached completion inside her. Her small body was filled with
   excitement and in sexual need... There's no shame for what we did."

      "I thought that I only liked boys."

      "You probably do. At your age, sexual exploration is more easily done
   with boyhood friends than with reluctant girls who guard their virginity."

      "You're no longer a boy, Willow Bird."

      My mouth closes at what Crying Loon has said. How can I explain it
   properly to this confused youth? I release a weary sigh. The pain from my
   aching legs is getting hard to endure and I'm feeling very tired. The boy
   waits for my reply so I give it.

      "Rain Dancer made us get naked. She had caught us fucking together in
   the woods so we performed as she bid us. Wasn't that excitement enough to
   get our dicks hard? Then she held me close and coaxed my erection into her
   body. Her shape is close to a boy's..."

      "But she's a girl! My dick went inside her cunt and it felt good."

      I step up to Crying Loon and grip his slumping shoulders. My eyes peer
   deep into his. "There's no shame for it. Really! I know that you're truly
   Mahyee-na because you give your butt to male need. Embracing Rain Dancer
   was a new experience for you. When I was younger, I too felt what it's like
   to fuck a girl."

      "You did?" asks Crying Loon with surprise.

      I nod my head. "It happened a handful of years ago. I was swimming in
   the river when a girl only a little older than myself came in to join me.
   Her naughty hands felt over my body to get me erected. On the bank, she
   laid on top of me to enjoy my dick in her. It was a new and exciting thing
   to experience." I prevent myself from adding that this girl was Rain
   Dancer's older sister.

      "Do you still like girls?" he asks.

      I drop my eyes to the ground a moment to think. "As I grew older, my
   spirit directed me to those of my sex. I'm very excited to see a hard dick
   and fit it in my asshole. Don't you feel the same way?"

      "You know I do." Crying Loon rubs a hand over his filled butt.

      "Remember what I've said. You have a few more years to enjoy as a boy
   before facing the responsibilities that come with manhood. Experiencing sex
   in its many forms is one of them. Your body reacts quickly to pleasure
   while your head asks 'why?'. Wisdom comes slowly."

      "I think I understand what you're trying to tell me."

      "Good. I need to part with you and see what my mother wants. It's been a
   busy day, Crying Loon. I'll see you tomorrow."

      "I want that."

      I give Crying Loon a tight hug, breast on breast. His hand reaches down
   to pat my butt and I return his fond gesture by pinching his wet cheeks.
   "We have loved well!" I whisper in the boy's ear.

      When our bodies separate, I turn from the youth to make my way out of
   the woods. My weary legs won't allow me to run. I walk a short ways until
   reaching camp. There's a coolness felt over my thighs. My hand examines the
   wetness over them that has come from my hole. I think that the cum my butt
   had been holding came out during my climax with that girl. Almost as if the
   manly part of my body rejected having played the squaw for a mere boy...

      I shake my head violently. No! I'm Mahyee-na and want to offer pleasure
   and release for other males. It's an enjoyable responsibility! My troubling
   thoughts of fucking Rain Dancer is cast away. Yet I can't deny how nice it
   felt to stick into that young girl's cunt and sperm her.

      My staggered wandering about camp finally leads me back to my mother's
   tipi. I'm feeling exhausted. My hand pulls on the door flap and I enter,
   falling to the dirt floor. My mother greets my arrival with a tense face.

      "Are you all right?" she asks. "What's happened in our camp?"

      I give mother my account of finding our injured shaman in his lodge and
   how the men of my tribe thought Snarling Bear had done this bad thing. Her
   eyes widen when I tell her how I stopped the men's interrogation. Even I'm
   surprised that our warriors listened to my plea that he be brought into the
   lodge to help our shaman. It's almost as if they had done it out of fear.

      What I don't share with my mother is the pleasurable love acts I've
   enjoyed with Crying Loon and Rain Dancer in the woods. I hope that girl
   will keep it a secret as she's promised! My weary body collapses to the
   ground. With closed eyes, I seek for sleep.

      There are stars flashing at the edge of my sight. I feel faint. My
   mother's hand covers my brow as if to check for fever. I'm drawing warmth
   from her palm into my head. My eyes remain closed. I allow the darkness
   to carry me further down into the realm of sleep.


      I'm awakened by calling from outside the tipi. Song Bird rushes in
   without waiting for a reply. My mother turns over her sleeping mat to see
   who has come. Before she can scold the boy, he's grabbing hold of my right
   arm and lifts me to my feet. I'm quickly taken outside.

      "My father has commanded that you come!" he explains.

      I rub my sleepy eyes and slowly follow after Song Bird. Darkness has
   fallen. I'm feeling lost by the placement of our tribe's tipis so the boy
   guides me through them. When we reach the chief's large tipi, there's a
   party of armed warriors standing outside. Their eyes fall upon me in a way
   that makes me feel uncomfortable. The boy takes me inside. I sit down
   before the fire next to Second Bird who was conversing with my chief.

      "We heard the disturbance in your tribe from across the river," explains
   Second Bird. "I was sent across by my chiefs to see what it was."

      I reach for the brave's hand and grip it. Second Bird was the one sent
   across because he's my brother, born of the Kalinlepi and assured safe
   passage in our tribe because of that. But, of course, my own People may not
   have learned about that yet. My thoughts are slow because of my sleep-filled
   head. I turn to my chief.

      "I've already told him that our shaman was attacked," says the chief.
   "I want you to tell us what you saw and who had done this terrible thing."

      I nod to my chief with respect. Turning to my brother, I give them my
   account of what's happened. Anger fills my voice when telling them of the
   harm brought to Snarling Bear by our warriors. On this point, my chief
   interrupts to ask me something.

      "If not that man, who struck our shaman from behind?"

      I feel the truth of who it is but am afraid to name him. Mine are only
   suspicions without the support of knowing for sure. The chief notices my
   reluctance. He gestures with his raised right hand for me to speak my mind.

      "I know that it was not Snarling Bear," my voice hesitant and trembling.
   "I had asked Pony Ear to bring him to the lodge since he's a shaman with
   healing abilities to save our shaman. The boy must have thought I was
   accusing that man."

      "Whom do you suspect?" the chief asks with impatience.

      "Tash-o-gwa," I announce. "Snarling Bear's young companion."

      "I thought as much and have asked that the boy to be brought here for
   questioning. No one can find him, Willow Bird. It's as if he slipped out of
   our camp with the evening shadows."

      My eyes peer through the flames at my chief. His words strike me hard!
   Tash-o-gwa must have been the one who raped Running Wolf in the rain storm.
   He killed Snarling Bear's other companion, perhaps to allay blame from
   himself onto that 'escaped' youth. Tash-o-gwa followed Yellow Hair into the
   woods a few nights ago, overcoming the white boy and stealing his ring...

      I hear answering whispers in my ears. The dancing flames agree with me.
   When reaching out to ask the fire spirits to show me where Tash-o-gwa has
   gone, I feel my arms being pulled back. Someone shouts. The answer within
   my reach is denied me. I angrily turn to my brother.

      "What were you doing?!" shouts Second Bird.

      I lower my eyes from his. The fleeting power of this moment has been
   quenched like water poured over a campfire. Would my brother believe me if
   I told him about Fire Speaking?

      "What did you See?" the chief asks.

      I face the old man with surprise. My head shakes with disappointment
   when I answer his plea. "The flames whispered to me that I was right to
   name Tash-o-gwa as the evil coming to our camp. But he wears the silver
   ring and that allows him to hide from us."

      "What words are these? This boy hasn't a shaman's Sight!" challenges
   Holds Reins.

      I turn to face the angry warrior standing at the doorway. His dark eyes
   stare back into mine in challenge. They soon fill with fear and disbelief.
   The man drops his gaze. I look for my chief's support in the crowded tipi.
   He raises both his hands in an announcement.

      "I've been told by our shaman that he has chosen Willow Bird to follow
   in his footsteps. There's Power in him. Unguided, but there all the same."

      My face burns from hearing the loud words of our chief. No man dares to
   challenge what he has said. A concern comes to me. "How is our shaman?"

      "Sleeping," answers Holds Reins. "Snarling Bear has proven himself by
   aiding our shaman with his medicine. He says that head blow shouldn't be
   life threatening."

      "I'm relieved to hear that." The chief notices that I'm anxious to see
   my shaman. With a hand wave, he bids me to leave. I take Second Bird in
   hand out the doorway. Chasing after us is Song Bird.

      The boy comes up to my side with something to ask. He waits until we've
   left the group of warriors far behind. Second Bird gives me a questioning
   glance. Does he realize who this youth is?

      "Is it true that you changed into your father?" asks Song Bird.

      "What?"

      "Several of the warriors saw you do it," explains Song Bird. "When you
   defended Snarling Bear and commanded him to be brought into the lodge to
   help our shaman. They said that you spoke with your father's voice."

      I turn to my half brother and read the truth in his eyes. It brings me
   much anguish; I don't want this power! My head begins feeling faint. I'm
   unable to walk for a moment so I reach for a tipi's support pole to prevent
   myself from falling. Second Bird steadies me with his arm around my
   shoulders. I nod to him with gratitude.

      For a long moment, Second Bird and Song Bird stare at each other. I can
   imagine what's passing between the two of them. They search each other's
   bodies for similar traits. Second Bird is two years older than Song Bird
   and he stands taller next to the boy. Their eyes are different colors.
   There's nothing familiar in each other's facial features yet we all share
   our father's blood. In their hearts, they must realize this.

      I feel a surge of happiness filling my breast that renews my lost
   strength. This is a great moment! I take up Song Bird's right hand and
   offer it to Second Bird to grasp. We shake hands together as brothers. In
   the next moment, the two are embracing. My arms reach around them so that I
   can enter their tender hug.

      It becomes a long one. Our warm bodies don't want to come apart. I lower
   my hands down their backs until I'm clutching their rear ends. Song Bird
   has a full flap covering his while Second Bird wears only a slim thong. My
   full brother shares my spirit of allowing men to take our bodies for male
   satisfaction. Song Bird has shown reluctance to this. I am beginning to
   accept that the boy indulges in Mahyee-na acts only out of sexual curiosity
   and boyish thrills but when becoming a man, will likely turn to the squaws.

      A hand comes down to my rear flap. It's Second Bird who holds my butt.

      "You've covered yourself there, Willow Bird."

      "Yes. A boy has given me this part of his breechclout," I answer him.
   "I'm still Mahyee-na but it was good that I faced your chiefs' council
   with a properly covered body."

      "You wear a knife as a man," says Song Bird with awe.

      "Yes. It was given to me by your father across the river to defend
   Snarling Bear. I didn't think that I'd have to be protecting him from my
   own People!"

      Our embrace ends. We continue to stand close to each other in the
   darkness. I feel the warm breaths of my two brothers against my chest. Yes.
   Our father lives through us.

      "You are so much like Willow Bird..."

      "He and I share the same mother and father," answers Second Bird. "What
   about you?"

     I feel Song Bird's eyes boring into mine. It's up to me to explain things.
   "I mentioned to Second Bird that our father had sired another son but not
   who he is."

      "I'm under oath..." Song Bird whispers.

      Second Bird nods with understanding. He gives the boy a fond shoulder
   slap and we resume our walk through camp. The shaman's lodge comes into
   view.

      War leader Oaken Strength guards the entrance. He looks over Second Bird
   and myself, comparing us to each other. There should be no doubt in this
   warrior's mind that we are brothers. He may have overheard Second Bird's
   declaration from outside the Split Tribe's council tipi when he was on
   guard with Iron Bow. Their tribe has learned this truth. It may only have
   reached ours as rumor.

      "I want to see my shaman," I announce. Oaken Strength gives me a strange
   look as if he doesn't know me. It's a similar expression that Brings Word
   had given me yesterday when I challenged him across the river.

      "He is resting. In the care of Snarling Bear," answers the warrior.

      "I need to see both men." The war leader's eyes narrow as if trying to
   glean my true intent. He is hesitant to honor my plea. Song Bird comes to
   my aid.

      "My father has allowed it," says the boy. "If you want, go and ask him!"

      War leader Oaken Strength stares down the boy. Yet Song Bird doesn't
   flinch and it makes me very proud for my half brother. After a long moment,
   the warrior moves away from the doorway. I slip inside.

      The fire is dying in the center of the lodge. Within its faint light are
   two sitting men, Catch-fish-with-arrows and Ringed Tail. They look in my
   direction with disdain. I find an exhausted Snarling Bear sitting beside
   our shaman who is lain out over his ground mat, asleep.

      I go to them. Around our shaman's head is a wrapped bandage. It smells
   strongly of healing herbs. When I turn to Snarling Bear, he gives me a
   weary gesture. I kneel at his side since there's much we need to discuss.

      As I'm about to gesture my first question, Snarling Bear flares his eyes
   at me. He nods his head in the direction of the two men. Ah. I understand.
   He doesn't want anyone to look upon what we say. I notice the dried blood
   streaks coming down from his nose and mouth. He's been so busy healing our
   shaman that he's not given thought to his own injuries. I look about for a
   cloth. Nothing. I turn to Catch-fish-with-arrows.

      "Snarling Bear has a bloody face. I need a wet cloth to clean him up."

      The brave is stunned by my request yet he gets to his feet and leaves
   the lodge to do as I've asked. Second Bird enters. Ringed Tail stares at
   the brave with growing awe, looking to me for an explanation. I nod my head
   at the man's unspoken question.

      "Sit with me, my brother, to guard this 'enemy' warrior. I'm sure that
   Ringed Tail would appreciate a break."

      "Ah... I can do that," answers Second Bird.

      Ringed Tail shows no sign of leaving. I face the concerned warrior with
   a stern expression on my face. "Our shaman is in good hands with Snarling
   Bear as you've seen. I need to speak with him about a private matter. My
   brother will translate his words easier than if we were to hand speak."

      "Your brother?" asks Ringed Tail.

      "Yes. Second Bird was born Kalinlepi to my father and mother - he was
   given to the Split Tribe's Chief's sister who was in need of a son. I'm
   glad to have my long-lost brother back at my side. So too should our tribes
   welcome a coming back together as one People."

      "Hmm. My mother wishes it," says Ringed Tail. "She misses her parents
   and a brother who are of the Split Muddy River People."

      "Ah! I have found a man of my tribe who is for reunion. My ears have
   grown weary from hearing many arguments against it. No one speaks of the
   good it would bring. I thank you, Ringed Tail for giving me some hope."

      I notice the warrior's discomfort. He opens his mouth as if to say
   something but decides against it. Second Bird sits down on the other side
   of Snarling Bear. They speak to each other softly.

      "You said that he's been raised with the Split Tribe?" asks Ringed Tail.
   "How does he know the language of the Spear-bearing People?"

      "He was captured by a tribe akin to them," I answer. "For two years he
   endured captivity until I met him on the plains. He helped me to escape."

      "To which tribe does he owe allegiance?"

      Second Bird faces Ringed Tail to answer that question himself. "I stand
   with the Split Muddy River Tribe who should join back with their Kalinlepi
   brothers. That was my father's task. It has fallen to Willow Bird and I."

      "Many are against it!"

      Ah. I see that Ringed Tail is one of them. He spoke of his mother
   wanting a reunion but that's not her son's wish. My shoulders sag under the
   weight of opposition. I have grown weary of the conflict, tired from my
   attempts to make peace between two stubborn Peoples. A sigh comes from me.

      "I have need to stretch my legs," says Ringed Tail.

      My eyes lift with renewed hope. I nod my thanks to the warrior when he
   walks to the door. Its flap is dropped to give us privacy. I turn to my
   brother and ask him to act as translator between Snarling Bear and myself.

      "Tell him that we don't have much time for talking. There's so much that
   I need to learn from him!" Second Bird speaks to Snarling Bear. I'm often
   looking towards the doorway for the men's return.

      "He says that he understands. Ask, Willow Bird."

      I face Snarling Bear to ask my questions. At his side, Second Bird is
   prepared to translate. What to ask first? I'm feeling pressed for time! Ah.
   I ask the warrior how he knows about my father. Sadness fills my brother's
   eyes when he hears the warrior's long reply and he gives it to me.

      "He was captured in a raid and brought back to their camp," says Second
   Bird. "A long time he stayed with them as a prisoner. Tortured. He proved
   too strong a man to break yet some things were gleaned from him about your
   People. They learned about your impotent chief and the alliance that was
   hoped with my split tribe. Capturing our father thwarted that effort."

      "How did he die?" I ask. There's no anger in my voice, strangely. Second
   Bird translates my question to Snarling Bear and immediately gives me his
   words directly.

      "When your father could not be broken through torture, the red mushroom
   was fed to him. It was a thing that I was much against! Much power in such
   a thing to be used for mere sport. The warriors watched as your father
   struggled to endure it but he couldn't. It was a bad ending for him."

      I hear Second Bird's voice breaking up. Tears are filling his eyes.
   Snarling Bear bows his head low to the ground and waits until he recovers.
   My eyes remain dry. I don't feel anything, strangely.

      "Is that how the ring gifter knew to speak in my language?" I ask.
   Second Bird gives me a puzzled look from my question but with a head nod, I
   get him to ask Snarling Bear.

      "Yes. That boy took care of your father's needs when he was our prisoner.
   I know that you've met him. And what was passed between the two of you. It
   was very important that you be given its protection."

      "Protection. From what?" I ask.

      "You are the center of many circles, Willow Bird and that attracts evil.
   This evil tries blocking power from going around and around by making an
   end to it for all time."

      I shrug my shoulders to indicate that I don't understand.

      "Day gives way to night which in turn gives way to day," explains the
   shaman. "Power is both good and bad. Evil tries making a night forever."

      "You said that I was at the center..."

      "Power has passed through me to a boy of my tribe who grew up to manhood
   so that he could love a man of your tribe. In turn, you were passed power
   through your tribesmen's love. I have Seen this. They have all since fallen.
   Taken out of the circle by the evil that wants an end to Mah Nayee power."

      I repeat the strange words my brother has spoken without translation.
   Snarling Bear nods with understanding.

      "Mah Nayee is love from the human being," he explains. "A Power that
   brings life from the Light. Evil wants night to fall. An end to us all!"

      "You said that I have been passed this Power."

      "It is within you. Untested like a newly hewn bow about to fit an arrow
   for flight."

      I'm struck by Snarling Bear's use for the word 'arrow'. I recall the
   lightning arrow that had passed from this man to Shy Coyote who passed it
   on to Big Horn and then to me.

      "I have been struck," I answer. Again, my brother gives me a puzzled
   expression but he translates my words to the warrior.

      "Yes. You are the One. I had hoped to be given time to train you in the
   use of its Power but that is not to be..."

      "What do you mean?" A cold chill runs down my spine as if Death's Hand
   were upon this man.

      "I am old, Willow Bird. I'm looking forward to my reward in the Above."

      "Can you tell me anything about this Power in me?" I beg. "Already, it
   has manifested in frightening ways!" Snarling Bear raises his eyebrows when
   he hears Second Bird's translation of my words.

      "Tell me."

      I take a deep breath and give Snarling Bear an account of what's
   happened to me during the past moons: my visions and the other strange
   things that have been. It's something I've already shared with Second Bird
   so he helps give the shaman a full explanation. They talk for a while.

      I keep glancing back at the doorway. I'm dreading Ringed Tail's return
   that would end my private moment with Snarling Bear. The warrior notices my
   distress. Second Bird translates something the old man has said.

      "Be not concerned that we'll be disturbed. I have things to tell you and
   they will be said. Your brother has told me about your manifesting
   abilities. Even without training, you can learn to use them on your own."

      "What abilities?" I ask. Second Bird awaits the shaman's reply.

      "Visions. Fire Speaking and healing. Those are gifts from the Light of
   our Great Spirit that smiles on Mah Nayee. You are a center, Willow Bird.
   If you wield these powers as a shaman does, great things can be done for
   the People. Evil will be held back."

      "What are all the Powers that I can bring into being?" I ask with fear
   creeping into my voice.

      "Hmm. The three are Seeing, Healing and Changing."

      "Changing?" I gasp. "Is that like changing from a human being into a
   bear?"

      "Yes. That can be done... Tell me, Willow Bird. Have you done so?"

      I nod my head violently. "It's happened to me! I became a bear facing
   the hoard of wolves when they attacked. And on this day, I changed into my
   father to protect you."

      "I know. When your warriors beat me, I spoke a Power Word to help bring
   about your Changing so that I could attend to your shaman."

      "It worked. Yet, I think my People fear me now..."

      "Tell them that it was my hand that made it happen. It's important that
   you gain the respect of those you lead, not through fear."

      I nod in agreement. "You also helped me to Heal." Snarling Bear nods
   his head, looking at my brother with distant eyes.

      "That Power is inside you, boy. I had hoped to be around for your
   training, to watch your growth. It will have to fall to Smiles a Lot, if he
   is still alive."

      "Who is Smiles a Lot?" I ask.

      "The boy who is to replace me as shaman of my People. You have met him."

      I think back to the ring gifter who smiled at me. Yes. That would be him.
   "Why do you think he may be dead?"

      "Smiles a Lot was to have met me on the plains."

      Fear grips my heart. "Who was your companion that Tash-o-gwa murdered?"

      "That boy was my chief's youngest son," answers Snarling Bear. "It was
   thought that if I brought the youth along, it would ensure our return to
   the tribe. It's known in our council that I am against the coming war
   between our two Peoples. My chiefs had me swear that I would keep the boy
   safe and return him to our tribe."

      "Tash-o-gwa has freed you from that responsibility."

      "An evil person! I had trained the boy and did not See him for what he
   was! He knows much about Power and has a little in him. Be wary of this
   one, Willow Bird. I think that he acts for another master who is greater in
   power and thoroughly evil!"

      "He has my ring." Snarling Bear gasps when hearing my words translated
   from Second Bird. There's a shaking of his head. Eyes down cast in defeat.

      "If that is so, you are without protection and Tash-o-gwa can hide in
   many shadows from which to strike you from!"

      I lower my head with shame. That silver ring didn't seem so significant
   when it was found in the river. But, of course, it had actually been gifted
   me by Smiles a Lot. I gave the ring to Song Bird as my pledge of love unto
   that boy. We both used its Power, unknowingly to wish for things that did
   come about. He passed the ring unto Yellow Hair as his pledge of love to
   the white boy. Tash-o-gwa stole it from him.

      "Doesn't that silver ring have to be gifted for its Power to be passed?"

      When Second Bird translates my words, Snarling Bear gives me a stern
   look of approval. He nods.

      "Yes... I believe that is so! Even if Tash-o-gwa cannot use all its
   Powers, you are without their use as well. Vulnerable to his attack."

      My thoughts turn back to Crying Loon in the woods when I was fucking him
   in the shadows. I had sensed an unseen presence. Felt my asshole penetrated
   and filled by a male when I was shooting into the boy under me. My spine
   tingles in remembrance. Yes. It was Tash-o-gwa who mounted me when I was
   laying over Crying Loon. Why didn't he use that opportunity to kill me
   instead?

      Snarling Bear shakes me. He lifts me from my deep thoughts and gives me
   a questioning expression. Yet I can't bring myself to tell him about what
   had happened this afternoon in the woods. I want to keep my love for Crying
   Loon a secret!

      There's a low moan coming from my shaman. Snarling Bear attends to him
   while I glance at my brother. He keeps his face plain. What pain is he
   feeling that he must hide his innermost self from me?

      I turn my attention to my shaman. The injured man still sleeps but he
   appears to be suffering pain. Snarling Bear's face shows much concern. It
   makes me afraid!

      Second Bird is given quick words to translate. He gives them to me.

      "Snarling Bear needs your help. He says that your shaman's spirit is
   being pulled away from his body."

      "What does he want me to do?" I ask.

      Snarling Bear speaks. He reaches his right hand for mine and grasps it.
   When his words end, the man lowers his head with closed eyes.

      "He wants you to Pray with him," translates Second Bird.

      My eyes close in concentration. I've heard my brother's emphasis on the
   word 'pray' so I'm preparing myself for anything. Snarling Bear's hand is
   tight around mine. I feel his trembling.

      I'm trying to clear my mind. Allowing my spirit to float and join with
   that of Snarling Bear's. My ears fill with the soft crackling of the fire.
   A burning piece of wood hisses at me... drawing me. Yet Power is blocked.

      In a crash of thunder, the shaman's lodge is swept away by the storm's
   fury! The People of my tribe are scattered by the fierce winds. Darkness
   descends. It sucks warmth from my body, eats my Power. My very spirit is
   threatened with extingishment.

      An old man is chanting. Though I cannot see him, his rhythmic words
   comfort me. I try drawing upon his strength. With each spoken beat, a path
   is revealed in the darkness for me to walk. I try to.

      I'm carried to the bright stars above. Higher and higher I soar until a
   hand pulls me to a stop. My spirit longs to join with all the Others! When
   I turn to my captor in anger, I recognize him.

      "Do not follow him," asks Sings Brightly.

      "He has led me here, father! I feel my spirit being drawn to the Others
   in night's sky. Please, let me go to Them!"

      "It is not your time, my son."

      While being held in my father's glowing spirit, I watch Snarling Bear
   enter the stars. He grasps one. His place is given in trade for the man who
   is to return to the earth. I'm whispered instructions by the shaman warrior.

      The weak spirit is given into my care. He is my shaman. Together, we
   leave my father and the utter joy of this place behind to return to our
   Mother. It is a difficult way down because of the fierce storm. We could
   be swept away.

      I hear angry hissing in my ears. The shaman's spirit falters, fearing to
   be lost again. My urgent plea is given unto the Great Spirit - to lend us
   some of His strength against the Darkness! The cold hand of evil intends to
   grasp us in its dark hold. Swallows us both!

      Within the shadows consuming us, I see a bright glinting. It comes from
   the silver ring that one possesses. A faint boy's voice is heard in my head.
   Whispers to me. My spirit brightens with hope!

      "I accept your gift of Power, oh Spirit of the Ring. Awaken that within
   me that is to come out so that I may serve my People!"

      An angry roar is heard in the storm's wind. That is evil crying in
   defeat. For a brief moment, a glint from Father Sun's Hand points my way
   down to the earth. I see the shaman's lodge. We eagerly drop to it and back
   into our bodies.


      I awaken with a start. Second Bird clasps my shoulder with a sad look in
   his eyes. I notice the worried expressions coming from Song Bird, Ringed
   Tail and Catch-fish-with-arrows kneeling around the dying fire. War leader
   Oaken Strength gestures towards Snarling Bear.

      I see the warrior shaman slumped over our shaman as if asleep. When I
   pull him up, his eyes are wide but unseeing. That's when I remember that
   he's stayed in the Above.

      "He is dead," announces Oaken Strength.

      I can only nod my head. The men's worried expressions are for the
   lifeless body of Snarling Bear. They haven't seen his spirit dwelling in
   that joyful place I found so hard to leave.

      My shaman has also returned from that place in the stars. When I check
   for his breath against my fingers, it is felt as I expected it. I know that
   he will recover.

      "Snarling Bear fought to bring our shaman back," I explain. "He gave up
   his own life in doing so."

      "It was his Power that we saw?" asks Ringed Tail.

      I nod my head. Snarling Bear's words return to me about leading my
   People with respect instead of fear. Oaken Strength seems to be looking at
   me with new eyes. They're no longer sharp with evaluation of an enemy or
   full of worry. He grasps my right shoulder.

      "We need to take his body away," asks the war leader. "Stay with our
   shaman and attend to his needs."

      "I will. He has come back to teach me to follow in his footsteps."

      The men busy themselves with taking Snarling Bear from the lodge. It
   soon empties to leave me with my shaman and Second Bird.

      "I Saw something, my brother. You helped bring him back?"

      My eyes turn to Second Bird. "Yes. But it does no good to make children
   afraid of that they don't understand."

      "Your voice, Willow Bird. I see the change even in your eyes!"

      I lower my gaze to the young brave's feet. They are covered in fancy
   moccasins. A gift likely from his mother of the Split Tribe. A thought
   comes to me.

      "I need to stay with my shaman but go to our mother. She has waited many
   years to see the return of her second son." Second Bird clasps my left
   shoulder before he rises from the dirt. I watch his departure from the
   lodge with a grin. Yes. It will be a good reunion between my mother and her
   lost son.

      The fire crackles and hisses for attention. Its embers are glowing,
   filled with power and secrets to be revealed to me. Yet for now, I close
   my eyes and rest.

                                   - The End -


   I'll be taking a break from story writing so that I can enjoy the rest of
   this summer. In the late fall, look for new story parts that I'll post
   with the Nifty Archive to my next series: "Shaman Willow Bird". Have you
   enjoyed what I've written so far? Please let me know! Your comments,
   suggestions and questions help me write better accounts of Indian boy
   love. Send your e-mail to me at:

                             Vince_Water@HotMail.Com


   INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO JOIN EGROUPS or... what the heck is this all about?
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   EGroups is a free Internet service that's similar to the free e-mail we
   have all enjoyed. Instead of sending a personal note from yourself to one
   other person, you 'post' that same note to a public forum or 'group' where
   all its members can read and reply to. You use your current e-mail account
   to compose a letter, attach an image if you want and send (post) to that
   EGroup. It's like a public bulletin board with notes and pictures attached
   to it for anyone to view.

   For example, within your HotMail! e-mail account, compose a short note
   describing a nice Indian boy image that you're attaching. Instead of
   sending it to one e-friend, you'd post it to the Internet address:

   ArtworkofIndianBoyStories@EGroups.Com     (kind of like an e-mail address!)

   Your note gets sent to my 'Artwork of Indian Boy Stories' EGroup and posted
   with its public forum. Members log onto www.EGroups.com to enter the forum
   to read/download message(s). Replies to what you've seen there can be made
   by returning to your e-mail account and composing a letter to that group.

   You don't even have to compose a letter to the EGroup to enjoy its benefits.
   Others have already posted notes and pictures that you can simply read and
   download without reply to. It's like viewing a public bulletin board at
   your local laundry mat and copying down what interests you without having
   to pin anything to the board yourself.

   I've set up an EGroup to post all my original artwork and illustrations to
   my seven printed booklets of Indian boy love stories. In addition to this
   scanned .jpg material, I've posted nude images of Indian boys and men;
   nothing illegal in these United States. As the manager of this egroup, I
   moderate all incoming messages that are sent to the public forum to check
   for content. If I approve, it gets posted within my EGroup's forum for
   everyone to enjoy.

   There are many other EGroups that you can enter. I download sexual images
   of 18+ American Indian men from the group:

   Native Nude Male

   To post messages to their group, I simply use my e-mail account to compose
   a letter (sometimes adding a nice Indian man image attachment) and send to:

   NativeNudeMale@EGroups.Com

   Another great EGroup is: Suka Kulup - Fond of Foreskin. Their forum has
   members posting messages and lots of images of 18+ dark skinned Asian men
   showing off their... foreskins!

   Doesn't this all sound exciting? Before you can log onto EGroups to enter a
   particular group, you have to become a general member. It's similar to
   what you've had to do when setting up a new account with HotMail!, Yahoo
   Mail, etc.  The only information that EGroups asks of you is your name,
   your e-mail address, your intended password and your zip code. That's all!

   To begin this one-time process, enter the EGroups site at:

   www.EGroups.Com

   At the ENTER E-MAIL ADDRESS dialog box, type in your FULL e-mail address
   (for example, mine is: Vince_Water@HotMail.Com). The next dialog box asks
   for a password. Nope! I'm not going to give you mine... At this time, you
   don't HAVE a password (yet) so click the NEW MEMBERS box to the right of
   the password field.

   The next screen asks REGISTER HERE with fields asking for your name, e-mail
   address, intended password, zip code and a verification number. DON'T FILL
   OUT ANYTHING ON THIS SCREEN EXCEPT FOR YOUR FULL E-MAIL ADDRESS SINCE YOU
   HAVEN'T BEEN GIVEN A 'VERIFICATION NUMBER' YET TO COMPLETE THIS FORM! When
   I first joined, it was very frustrating filling out this registration form
   completely only to find that it was rejected because the verification
   number wasn't entered. How do you get this verification number?

   After entering in your complete e-mail address and skipping all the other
   fields, click DONE. You'll be rejected. That's okay. Return to your e-mail
   account and you'll see an incoming message from E-Groups. Within this
   automatically-generated message will be your verification number! Click the
   Internet site address line that appears just ABOVE this verification number
   to return to EGroups to complete your general membership registration. If
   your e-mail server doesn't let you exit your message to an outside site,
   simply write down the verification number on paper, exit your e-mail
   account and enter www.EGroups.Com

   Why all the 'round around' by EGroups? They simply want to VERIFY that you
   actually have possession of that e-mail address you've entered as part of
   your sign up with them.

   Okay. You've returned to the REGISTER HERE screen. If your verification
   number hasn't been automatically entered in for you, do so by typing in
   what you've written down on paper. Fill out the name you want to use, your
   complete e-mail address, zip code and twice enter in your intended password.

   I figure that they want your zip code because throughout EGroups will be
   local advertisers displaying little blinking (and sometimes irritating)
   messages in the hopes that you'll click onto them. That's how EGroups earns
   money to support their services FREE to you (your own e-mail supporter like
   HotMail! and Yahoo Mail does this same thing).

   Click DONE. Now you're a general member of EGroups. The next thing to do is
   choose which group(s) you'd like to enter and read messages from. Look for
   the SEARCH dialog box. Within it, type:

   Artwork of Indian Boy Stories

   My group should come up. Click on it and click JOIN THIS GROUP. Again, you
   face some questions to answer. They pertain to how you'd like to receive
   postings (automatically delivered as mail to your e-mail account) and other
   stuff. When you're done answering their questions, click SUBSCRIBE.

   Now, there's been some reported problems with egroup's SEARCH function...
   That my group and others don't always come up to match the words you've
   entered. If you can't seem to find my egroup, send me your request to join
   at: Vince_Water@Yahoo.Com  - that's my e-mail address for taking care of my
   Artwork of Indian Boy Stories business.

   You can SEARCH for other EGroups you'd like to join. Some groups allow you
   immediate access while others require approval from their manager (this
   usually takes a day or so).

   Other EGroups can be found by simply using their SEARCH dialog box and
   entering in words of interest. I like butts so I entered that word in -
   joined a group about butts that said they were a Naturalists Freedom group
   of naked folks. Disappointing though in that none of their posted messages
   showed any butts... sigh.

   EGroups is a great way to post messages with your comments and questions,
   having lots of people read it and perhaps respond back to you! My EGroup
   is mainly a 'bulletin' to display my printed booklet illustrations and
   Native images of artifacts, men and boys. The other EGroups I mentioned
   welcome your submissions of messages and images that relate to its subject.

   After you've experienced EGroups as a member, try setting up a group of
   your own! You'll be able to manage a space where persons can post to.
   Choose the subject of your public forum and be prepared to devote lots of
   time with moderating incoming messages, answering questions and general
   management stuff, IN CONTROL of your own EGroup. Heady stuff, eh?

   I hope that my explanation about EGroups and my instructions to join into
   the fun were useful. If not, drop me a note and I'll try helping you along.

                  If at first you don't succeed, try try again.

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