Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2011 17:18:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Daniel Running-water <danielrunningwater@yahoo.com>
Subject: Captured Heart/ Beginnings/ Chapter One

Captured Heart

By

Daniel Running Water

Chapter One

Hawk stood staring at the school house, standing beside his chieftain
father, Black Bear. His heart was pounding like the hooves of a hundred
horses within his muscular body, because today, his father was bringing him
to the white eyes school to learn.

"But father, what good will it do for me to learn the ways of the white
eyes," Hawk asked.

"One day when you are chief, no white eyes can fool you with words that are
written on paper," Black Bear said. "You will know what truth is and what
is lies because you can read it for yourself, my son."

Hawk nodded in agreement but his heart was not in it. He was the next in
line to be chief of the proud Choctaw people.

A pretty golden haired woman exited the building and began pulling on a
rope that caused the large bell hanging above her, to ring, calling into
the school those children that were attending. Hawk gave an exasperating
sigh and walked slowly towards the white clapboard building.

"Look at those pale face children, father I am a man," Hawk persisted in
his persuasion of his father.

"Then you my son, you must lead by example, those that are younger than
you," Black Bear said, standing proud and tall with his arms crossed
against his chest.

Hawk reluctantly walked away from his father and slowly ascended the steps
that lead into the school house.

"You must be Hawk," the teacher asked, looking into Hawk's black eyes and
giving the boy a bright smile. "Your father told me that you would be
joining my school."

She gave a warm smile over to Black Bear and her eyes showed the passion
that she felt toward the proud Choctaw chief. Black Bear smiled in return
and slowly turned his horse around and headed back to his village.

Hawk could feel the eyes of the white children staring at him as the
teacher addressed him, and it made him uneasy.

"Uh uh, yes, I am Hawk," Hawk said looking stubbornly into her eyes.

"I am Miss Kingston, your teacher," she replied and glanced over at Black
Bear who was slowly disappearing amongst the oaks of the forest.

"Hey injun, what are you doing in our school?" James Thornton rudely asked
boldly. "We don't need or want your kind here," he added, laughing at the
young brave.

"That'll be enough, James," Miss Kingston said, reprimanding the boy. "Go
inside and take your seat," she added.

Already Hawk knew that he would not like going to the white eyes
school. His eyes met and held James' eyes and James backed down when he saw
the anger in Hawk's eyes.

"He's just a stupid injun anyways," James said to his friends before going
into the building.

"Don't pay him any mind," the soft voice of a boy said. "He's the one that
is ignorant, not you."

Hawk turned around quickly and his eyes met those of the boy. He was a
smaller boy, slender but quite handsome, in a girlish kind of way. He had
long blond hair and ice blue eyes, which captivated Hawk.

"I'm Seth Cooper," he said and blushed from Hawk's intense stare and near
naked body.

Hawk was wearing just his loincloth, along with his moccasins. Seth gave
the Indian's body a quick glance, supposing him to be around sixteen or so,
but already his body had developed into that of a man. Seth liked the
sensuous look of this boy's body, with arms and legs that were powerfully
muscled and rich in color, like copper. Glancing down at the loincloth,
Hawk's manhood strained against the soft buckskin, eliciting another glow
to Seth's face.

His skin was smooth, without blemish and accented Hawk's handsomely
sculpted features of his face. His cheekbones were pronounced, eyes of
black, and his lips the color of the spring rose, deep pink. But it was
Hawk's eyes that seem to mesmerize Seth, with a depth to them that could
penetrate a person's soul and they seemed to pull Seth into them.

"Hawk, next in line to be chief of the Choctaw," Hawk said, bringing Seth
back from his dream thoughts. Hawk reached his hand up to Seth's hair and
gently ran his fingers through it. "You hair is the color of the sun," Hawk
said, again causing Seth to blush. "Why is it that your face turns red?"

"No one has ever said such a nice thing about me or for that matter, my
hair." Seth said, and his redness deepened.

"Come along you two, school is beginning," Miss Kingston said smiling at
the boys and causing them to hurry into the classroom.

Hawk and Seth took the only two seats left in the room, which were in the
first row at the front of the room. As Hawk and Seth walked up to the front
of the room, James made a derogatory remark, causing Hawk to pause
momentarily, before following Seth to their seats.

Hawk had chosen to ignore James' remark that he whispered snidely, while
the two boys walked by, but given the chance, he would teach this white
eyes a thing or two once he had the chance alone with him.

The morning was uneventful as the teacher taught the children their
numbers. Although Hawk could not write them, his knowledge of the
fundamentals of arithmetic had astounded her. Hawk, other than being able
to read and write, was quite astute a student.

"I will help you learn how to write them, Hawk," Seth whispered when she
had her back to the class. "It's very easy and I am sure that you will
quickly learn how.

Hawk felt his heart racing again when Seth's breath caressed his ear. He
didn't understand why these feelings were attacking him, but he again chose
to ignore them.

***

Looking at her time piece that she had pinned to her blouse, Miss Kingston
dismissed class for lunch, something that Hawk was happy with, if only to
escape the confines of the building.

"Did you bring a lunch today Hawk?" Seth asked as they walked over to the
shade of an oak tree.

A gentle warm breeze moved the grey beards which hung from its
branches. The day was hot and humid even though it was just April in
Mississippi, and had it not been for the breeze, the air would have been
stifling.

"I shall eat when I get back to my village," Hawk said.

"I can share my lunch, if you don't mind fried chicken," James said and
held out a large piece of chicken breast toward Hawk.

Hawk was hungry and quickly accepted the offer, and he hurriedly ate it,
watching James whispering to two boys. James, along with two of his
cohorts, John and Tyler, came meandering over to where Hawk and Seth were
sitting, all looking like they were itching for trouble.

"Well what have we here guys, Seth has found himself a boyfriend," James
taunted the boy, while his friends laughed.

"What is this...boyfriend thing," Hawk whispered leaning close to Seth's
ear, noticing how red Seth had turned, but Seth remained silent.

"Look at that, the injun is trying to kiss Seth's ear," he said, joining in
with his friend's laughter.

Hawk grew angry and stood up quickly; ready to defend his friend, Seth.

"I do not like you; you irritate me like the flies when I am trying to
eat," Hawk said, stepping over to James, his face mere inches from the
boy. "If not for the fact that I am a peaceful man, I would be hurting
you," he added, causing John and Tyler to take a few steps back.

"Well I don't like you either, injun. So why don't you go back to wherever
it is that you slithered from," he said, stepping back from Hawk.

"We settle this like men, white eyes," Hawk offered as he held out his
arms, ready to wrestle the boy and knowing that James didn't stand a
chance.

James could see the hatred and anger that was in Hawk's eyes and he also
saw the knife that was sheathed at his side. He stepped further away, even
shoving his buddy John, in front of him to avoid being tackled by Hawk.

"I see that you are coward, white eyes and must hide behind your boys like
a girl would do," Hawk said and his lips formed into a smirk.

"Hey now...I...I am not fighting anyone's war," John stammered and ran away
with Tyler following him.

Hawk took several quick steps toward James and the boy ran off yelling in
fright. Hawk stood there laughing at how scared the three boys were and
then turned to sit again by Seth.

"How come you let those white eyes bully you," Hawk asked, taking an apple
that Seth offered him.

"Look at me Hawk; do I look like someone that can take a boy the size of
James, much less John or Tyler?" Seth asked, lowering his eyes toward the
ground in shame.

"Do not feel shame, Hawk will teach you how to fight and win, while you
teach Hawk how to write his numbers," Hawk said and then took a large bite
of the apple.

"You could teach me how to make love with you," Seth thought, as he gave a
quick glance at the handsome Indian. "Hawk, you are extremely handsome,
with your long, satin black hair and eyes that are the color of
coal. "Damn, I so want to kiss your lips," Seth thought and turned red
again when he found that he had been caught staring at Hawk's lips.

"Why now are you turning red, I told you not to feel shame," Hawk asked.

"I'm not ashamed Hawk, it must be the heat," Seth lied. "So how old are you
Hawk?" he quickly asked, wishing to change the subject.

"Sixteen winters old...you?" he asked as he finished his apple and tossed
the core nonchalantly into the woods.

"Fifteen winters...err years old," Seth said, still unable to look the boy
in the eyes.

The school bell began ringing, signaling the end of lunch, and Hawk got up
quickly, offering a hand down to Seth.  Seth grabbed Hawk's hand and
instantly, he felt a surge of excitement rush through him. They strolled
slowly toward the school, because they did not wish to enter along with
James, but took their time with Hawk glancing sideways at Seth.

***

The school day was over and the students ran from the building, happy to be
out for the day.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Hawk," Seth said standing by a path that
lead into the forest.

"Tomorrow yes," Hawk said still standing there looking over Seth's shoulder
at James, who was whispering with his friends.

Hawk watched Seth walk off, and Hawk walked away in the other direction. He
knew that his father had a horse tethered to a tree for him, just inside
the forest. When he found his horse, Hawk quickly mounted it, but not
before he noticed that James and his gang were following Seth.

"They are up to evil," Hawk whispered as he watched the boys disappear into
the forest.

He knew that Seth would never stand a chance against James, much less his
two friends also. Deciding to follow the boys, Hawk slowly guides his horse
after them, making sure to stay just out of sight of the boys. He had gone
deep into the woods when he heard the voice of Seth crying out in pain.

"Stop...please don't hurt me no more... what did I ever do to you," Seth
was crying from the ground as James kicked him in the ribs.

"You're an injun lover is what," Hawk heard James yell at Seth, and gave
him a kick in his stomach.

Angry and having reached his boiling point with James, Hawk flew from his
horse and landed on James, causing the boy to fall to the ground. Hawk's
knees were straddling each side of James' hips and he was pounding James
hard in the face. John and Tyler had taken off running, fearful that they
would be next to experience Hawk's anger and wrath. Hawk stopped beating
James, but pulled his long knife from its sheath and held it to the boy's
neck.

"Hawk, stop before you kill him," Seth begged, urging Hawk off of James and
holding the wrist of the hand which was holding the knife.

"The world would be better off if'n he was dead, but for you my boyfriend,
I will not further hurt him," Hawk said as he got off the boy and gave him
an angry look. "You hurt my boyfriend again, Hawk will kill you next time,"
Hawk said, not knowing what the term `boyfriend' meant. "Do you hear Hawk's
words and understand," he asked and James fearfully nodded his head.

Seth stood there in awe of Hawk, having heard him admitting that he was his
boyfriend. Blood was beginning to dry from a cut to Seth's upper lip, and
his eye was swelling and beginning to discolor from the hit that it got
from James.

"Come Seth, Hawk will take you home so that you are not in anymore danger,"
Hawk said, holding out his hand to the boy as he sat on his horse. "But
first tell me what this word `boyfriend' means. It seems to cause strange
looks from James whenever it is used."

"I don't think now is the time to breach that subject, Hawk," Seth said and
bent to retrieve his books from the ground.

Seth grabbed Hawk's hand and Hawk raised Seth up, sitting him on the horse
in front of him. Seth leaned back into the firmness of Hawk's strong chest;
Hawk's breath was caressing Seth's neck and sending excitement through his
body.

"Turn and let me see that cut," Hawk said and Seth turned, raised his head
and looked up into Hawk's eyes.

Tenderly, Hawk removed the blood with his fingers, wetting them some to
help remove the blood. The touch of his fingers was sending sensuous
feeling through Seth's body and he hoped that Hawk was feeling them too.

"The cut is not deep, but your lip may swell, does it hurt you much," Hawk
asked with his right arm curled snuggly about Seth's waist to hold him on
the horse.

"Not...not anymore...Hawk," Seth stammered, his breath shallow and his
heart pounding from being so close to the young warrior.

Hawk looked deep into Seth's eyes and could see something that he did not
recognize in them before, love. Seth's cool blue eyes were mesmerizing and
seem to be pulling Hawk into them. As Hawk's lips began moving closer to
those of Seth's, Seth closed his eyes; waiting for the kiss that he was
sure was coming.

"Tell Hawk were you live," Hawk said, pulling his face away from Seth's and
breaking the enchantment that held Seth.

"I live on the other side of this ridge," Seth sadly said disappointedly,
pointing toward the hills in front of them.

Kicking his feet into the horse's side, Hawk moved slowly onward, not
wanting the moment to end. The heat of Seth's body against his chest was
doing something to the young brave's insides. He felt his manhood rising
under his loincloth as the movement of the horse caused Seth's ass to
gently rub against Hawk's manhood.

Seth, finally relaxing, let his hands drop to each of Hawk's legs, as he
leaned his head back against Hawk's chest; his fingers were drawing
imaginary circles on Hawk's thighs. Seth knew that he was getting to the
handsome brave, because he could feel the accelerated beating of his heart
as well as the hardness of his manhood as it pressed against his ass.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue, Hawk," Seth softly said, tilting his
head to look up at Hawk, who was looking deep into the boy's eyes now.

"I...I," Hawk stopped mid-sentence and lowered his mouth down to Seth's,
and possessed it fiercely with his, in love's first kiss.

The kiss was hot and long as the two boys surrendered to the lust of the
moment. Hawk held Seth tightly in his arms after Seth turned and wrapped
his arms around Hawk's neck, pressing his own mouth tightly to Hawk's.

"This is not right, Hawk is sorry," Hawk said, suddenly breaking the kiss
and lowering Seth to the ground.

"Hawk..." Seth said as Hawk hurriedly turned his horse around and galloped
off, leaving Seth standing there confused.

Hawk's heart was racing and he could feel the heat of the kiss still on his
lips. Hawk was confused, he had never felt this way about another brave,
much less a white eyes. But feel this way he did, he glanced back and saw
Seth just as the boy disappeared over the top of the ridge.

"I cannot return to the pale face's school," he said and took off riding
like his life depended on it. "Not with this shame in my heart," he
whispered and galloped off.

***

Riding into his village, Hawk quickly dismounted and gave the reins to a
young boy, who took the horse to the corral. He walked quickly past his
father's teepee, ignoring him as he headed to his own.

Hawk, having proved to his people that he was now a man, had acquired his
own teepee and this is where he now wanted to be, alone with his thoughts,
his feelings. Black Bear was concerned about the look that he saw in his
son's eyes and quickly followed the boy into his teepee, finding him
sitting on his pallet of furs and blankets, gazing into the cold ashes in
his fire space.

"What troubles my son, I see worry and fear in his eyes," Black Bear asked
as he stepped inside the teepee.

"I am fine father, I just need to sort out my thoughts is all," he replied,
not looking up at his father.

"Did the white eyes mistreat my son?" he asked, now sitting beside Hawk.

"I had an incident at school with a pale face, but I took care of it
quickly," he said, and a brief smile came to his face as he remembered how
scared and bloody James was as he sat upon the boy. "It will be a long time
before he forgets Hawk," he mused.

"Did you remember that we are a people of peace, my son? We never chose the
path of war, but always chose to spread peace."

"I did most of the time father, but I did have to use my fists to teach
this boy a lesson," he said, glancing up quickly at his father.

"And what boy is this that you taught a lesson to?" Black Bear asked.

"James Thornton, father."

"I know the name, for his father owns the trading post where our people
trade," Black Bear said, now worried that he'd have trouble with the man.

"I tried all day to ignore his rudeness, but when he attacked my boyfriend,
Seth, I had to defend him," Hawk said, turning to now look at his father.

"Boyfriend... surely I misheard my son's words," Black Bear thought to
himself. "Not since my brother Swift Eagle, has there been any among our
people with two spirits."

"My son, what is this word that you use, boyfriend? Do you know the meaning
of this word that the white eyes use?" he asked, hoping that his son had
misspoken.

"I have asked that several times today father, but I have not once got an
answer," a frustrated Hawk asked, now looking to his father for an answer.

"My son, a boyfriend is a term a girl uses for a warrior that is in love
with her and her with him," Black Bear said and he could see the shock that
his words had caused Hawk, in his eyes. "So is this white eyes, Seth, is he
your boyfriend?"

Hawk did not know how to answer his father's question, because he
remembered the shame that his uncle had caused his father and grandfather
when he was caught making love to another warrior.

"He is my friend, not my intended, father. As I said, I did not know of
this word or its meaning," he confided, but his heart was telling him that
Seth was more, way more than just a friend.

Black Bear, happy to hear that his son was not possessed with two spirits
got up and rested his hand on Hawk's shoulder as he spoke.

"Is this confusion with the word, maybe the cause of your trouble at the
white eyes' school today son?"

"Partly father, and partly because of my skin color," he said, standing to
face his father. "Why must our color of skin matter so much to the white
eyes?"

"It matters because they wish to possess all that we have and use our skin
color as a tool to rid grandmother earth of her people. But try as they
may, my son, she continues to bless her sons and daughters with long life
and many children."

"I must go into the forest and pray to Chitokaka, Great Spirit," he said
and followed his father out of his teepee. "I have much on my mind and need
to seek his wisdom," he said.

Hawk headed quickly into the forest, his heart was telling him that Seth
was more than a friend, but his brain was telling him that he was treading
on thin ice if he pursued the boy for more than a friend.

"I would surely bring shame to my father and my people with this," Hawk
said as he walked further into the forest.

He was deep in thought when he heard a sudden snap of a twig behind him. He
reeled around on his heel and saw his best friend, White Fox walking toward
him.

"I have been looking everywhere for you, my friend," White Fox said when he
finally caught up with Hawk. "I want to hear about your day at the school
for white eyes."

"It was fine," was all that he said, which was not like Hawk, because he
and White Fox had always confided in each other.

They were more like brothers than friends, but Hawk knew that his friend
would not be able to accept the fact that his best friend was possessed
with two spirits.

"I know that you had a fight today, because there is blood on your
loincloth, Hawk," White Fox said and pointed to the drops of dried blood.

"Yes, I did have a fight with a pale face and taught him that Hawk is not
one to be messed with."

"Sit and tell me all about it, Hawk," White Fox said as he sat and rested
his back against a large oak.

Hawk sat beside him and told him all about his day and how James Thornton
had caused trouble for him. He even told him how he fought the boy in
defense of a white friend.

"So my friend, White Fox has been replaced in your heart by a pale face,
huh?" White Fox said, his voice showing the hurt that was in his heart.

"No one will ever replace you in my heart, my dearest friend. But yes, Seth
is a good friend that touches my heart in a way that I cannot explain," he
said and suddenly he realized that with those words he gave away too much.

Standing up and looking down at Hawk with pain and confusion in his eyes,
White Fox slowly stepped back from his friend.

"How so does this white boy touch your heart...is it as I do, Hawk?"

Hawk knew that his back was against a rock and a hard place when he looked
up and into White Fox's eyes, seeing the hurt and yes, the shame in his
eyes for him.

"Sit my friend, I need you to accept what I am about to share with you,"
Hawk said, but White Fox slowly shook his head as he stepped further away
from Hawk.

"This white boy as bewitched you, Hawk because I no longer recognize you as
I once did," he said and turned, running away from Hawk.

"Great, now I have lost him and his love," Hawk said, rising to his feet
and moving deeper into the woods.

The shadows were getting longer as the sun slowly lowered toward the
west. Hawk's heart was torn, torn between his love for his father and their
people as well as for Seth. Seth had awakened feelings in Hawk that he had
never known before. He had never felt the pangs of love before he met Seth,
and the white boy ignited a fire deep within him.

"I have fallen in love with you, Seth," he whispered as he walked further
into the forest, coming across a lone teepee. "How can this be, for father
had told me that he was dead," he whispered, seeing his father's brother
sitting alone beside his teepee with his eyes closed.

Torn between going to him and or returning to his village, Hawk stood
there, wondering what to do.

"Are you going to hide there in the trees or are you going to come and sit
with your uncle," Swift Eagle asked without looking in Hawk's direction,
for his eyes were still closed.

"I am surprised to see you my uncle, because father told me long ago that
you were dead," I had said to my uncle, who merely chuckled.

"To him I am dead, because of my sin against him and my people. But to me
it is not a sin to love, even if I choose to love one that is forbidden."

Puzzled by how his uncle knew it was him, he asked.

"How did you know it was me, uncle?" he asked as he sat beside his uncle.

Grandmother Earth told me that you would be visiting me today," he said,
his eyes closed as if meditating.

"Did she tell you why I would be visiting you?" Hawk dared to ask.

"Yes nephew, for you seek answers to what your heart is feeling," he paused
and slowly opened his eyes, looking down at Hawk. "You seek answers to the
affairs of your heart, because you love one that is forbidden to you," he
added with a warm smile.

His Uncle Swift Eagle was his father's youngest brother. He was thirty
summers old and very handsome, yet Hawk did not understand why he chose to
live alone, separated from his family and people. He sat there in his
loincloth, with his long, silky black hair flowing down his shoulders and
half way down his back. His eyes were as black as midnight when no stars or
moon light the skies. His jaw was square, his nose straight and his lips
full, but his body was tight with muscles and copper in color.

"Uncle, I have..." Hawk stopped and could not finish his sentence, fearing
the shame that would come to him, once he spoke and gave power to the
words.

"You have fallen in love with another as you," Swift Eagle said, matter of
factly, surprising Hawk.

"Yes my uncle, I have fallen in love with a white boy," he finally
admitted.

Hawk stiffened when he heard the gasp that escaped from his uncle, fearing
that even he would shun him.

"Grandmother Earth did not tell me that it was a white eyes that you fell
in love with, proving that even she has a sense of humor when it comes to
her children."

"What am I going to do, uncle? If I take this boy as my lover, how much
shame will it bring my father? For his health is not as it once was and I
am to be chief someday when... well someday I will be chief," he said.

"Alas my nephew, Grandmother Earth only showed me your heart, but she did
not give me the answers that you seek."

"How is it that you uncle are not with a woman?" he asked, looking up into
his uncle's eyes.

"How much have you heard about me?" he asked looking over at his nephew,
shocked that he did not know about him.

"Nothing other than you brought shame to your father and grandfather," Hawk
said. "After that, you were dead to your people."

"Yes, I did bring much shame to my father and grandfather that day," he
said and his eyes saw back to that day.

"Tell me uncle; tell me what it was that shamed you, because I too, shall
be sharing your shame."

Swift Eagle looked off into the sky as if he were seeing that day so long
ago with his eyes.

"I was but twenty summers old then and was next in line to be chief, when I
met this man whose skin was white and my heart fell in love with him
instantly. He too felt the same towards me, but he was married to a white
woman."

"No, how can it be that he was married and still fell in love with you?"
Hawk questioned.

"It was an arranged marriage and he did not love the woman but he already
had a child with her, a son."

"Where is he now, uncle?"

"I am afraid that he's dead, or so I have been told, because my father told
me that he was so before he turned his back to me, telling me that I was
now dead to him."

Swift Eagle's eyes glistened with tears as he relived that time long ago.

"If this is to hard for you to speak these words, do not speak them,
because I do not wish to open wounds that have been long closed."

"Closed, those wounds shall never be closed until I breathe my last, Hawk."

Swift Eagle rose and beckoned Hawk to join him as they walked away from the
teepee and deeper into the woods.

"It was a warm spring day and I had taken my bow, along with many arrows,
to hunt. The air was sweet with the scents of Grandmother Earth awakening
to a new season. The grass was green and alive, replacing the dead grass
with its promise of warmer times to come.

I had just ridden into the forest when I saw a campfire burning. I was
cautious because I heard that whites hunted in these woods also. I tied my
horse to a low branch and stealthily approached the camp. I saw but a lone
man sitting beside the fire drinking a coffee."

"A white eyes was hunting alone...in these woods?" Hawk questioned.

"Yes, and what a handsome man he was. His hair was the color of the sun and
when he turned in my direction, I looked into eyes the color of the spring
grass."

Swift Eagle's face lit up when his mind's eye saw him again.

"Because it was a very warm day, he wore just a pair of pants and
boots. His chest had a sprinkling of hair covering muscles that looked as
if they had been chiseled from stone with a stomach that was flat and
rippled with muscles."

"Did he pull his gun on you?"

"No, because it was on the other side of the fire and I was holding my bow
with an arrow notched, aimed at his belly. He rose and stood there watching
me as I slowly approached him, and his body shook with fear."

"Please don't kill me and scalp me," he had said, his voice was shaking
with the fear that filled his heart.

"I wish not to kill you, but may I sit and share the fire and a coffee with
you?" I had asked him and I could see him relax some but not completely.

"Come and enjoy," he said grabbing a second cup and pouring me a coffee and
adding more to his cup. "My name is Parker," he said, never once taking his
eyes from mine.

"Swift Eagle, next in line to be chief of the Choctaw people," I told him.

"Was it then that he fell in love with you?"

"Gah-ween, no, because his hand was still shaking, not sure if I was truly
friendly or would I suddenly lunge at him and take his life. When I rested
my hand on his shoulder and assured him that he had nothing to fear, it was
then that it happened with a touch. It was that touch, a touch so light but
yet, oh so powerful that ignited the spark in us. We both looked into each
other's eyes and then it happened. I took him into my embracing arms and we
kissed."

"Did he kiss you back, uncle?" Hawk asked, remembering how his Seth had
returned his kiss when they embraced.

"Ay-uh, yes, and what a powerful, loving kiss it was. Well it didn't take
us long before we were standing naked before each other, gazing over each
other's body with our eyes."

"I have not had that pleasure yet, my uncle, but our kiss sent me to the
heavens, it was that powerful," Hawk said, touching his lips as he
remembered the kiss. "So what happened next, uncle?"

"As I held him, he shivered with ecstasy and his arms clung about my neck
as our lips met yet again in love's forbidden kiss. I lowered him down to
the soft bed of moss, my body covering his. It was as if I had always done
it, I knew just how to make love to this man. He too knew how to love me
and lifted his legs around my waist, pulling the hardness of me, into his
warm sheath.

"He pressed his lips to mine and his hands roamed slowly down my body until
they had cupped my ass, pulling me deeper into him. He gave a sudden gasp
of pain when my manhood fully entered his loving sheath, my balls resting
against his softness."

Hawk glanced down at his uncle's groin and saw that, like himself, his
uncle was hard from the thought. Swift Eagle glanced over at Hawk and
noticed his eyes roaming over his hardness and he smiled, noticing that
Hawk too was hard.

"I see that my story has excited you, nephew," Swift Eagle said and got up
and lowered his loincloth, exposing his own hardened cock. "Relax my
nephew, you are among family," he said and then watched as Hawk stood and
removed his loincloth, his cock dwarfing his uncle's.

Hard, Hawk's cock stood a hard ten inches in length and was fat around. He
had surely become a man, for his manhood and body showed it. Returning to
his seat, Hawk couldn't help looking at his uncle's body. Like himself, his
uncle's body was hard, sculpted muscles and his cock rose to a fat eight
inches.

"So...so what happened next," Hawk stammered, his voice quaking with
excitement.

"My Parker melted beneath my heated kiss, and I felt myself floating, as if
I was high above the clouds. My manhood ached with need, a need that was
more intense than ever. I had never felt these feelings before, not for a
woman and surely never for a man. He began to move his body gracefully
against mine and I began slow, long thrusts deep into him, fighting each
thrust not to climax.

His hips rose whenever mine thrust inward, the ecstasy that we felt
completely over took and it was then that I felt his body constrict around
my cock, and his seed flowed between our bodies. His velvet sheath was
grasping my manhood, milking it and urging my seed to rise up and out. I
could no longer hold back my excitement and with a deep, hard thrust into
his ass, I froze and began shooting my seed."

"Ay-uh...I can imagine that it was delightful," Hawk said, and his hand was
slowly stroking his own cock as he sought to relieve his sudden ache in his
groin.

"After we had finished our love making, we clung to one another, kissing
until my softened manhood slid from him. Neither of us wanted this moment
to end, but end it did, because it was then that my father, along with his
warriors, found us in love's embrace."

Hawk gasped, he knew of his grandfather's temper, and even as a young boy,
he'd been told how unforgiving he could be from his own father, Black
Bear. He looked up through the smoke hole in his uncle's teepee, and saw
that the night was quickly approaching.

"I must go my uncle, for night falls quickly," Hawk said, rising to his
feet mere inches in front of his uncle.

"And how is it that you will get that into your loincloth," Swift Eagle
asked, poking Hawk's hardened cock.

Gulping the lump in his throat, Hawk looked down at his cock and then to
his uncle's eyes and an unspoken question flashed between them. Without
speaking a word, Swift Eagle moved to his knees and his mouth engulfed
Hawk's manhood. Hawk gasped in delight, for this was the first time that
anyone had done this to him. The shear warmth of his uncle's mouth, coupled
with the teasing of his tongue, made Hawk weak in the knees and he clung to
his uncle's head to steady himself.

"Ay-uh...ay-uh my uncle," Hawk whispered and began shooting his seed into
his uncle's mouth.

Swift Eagle's hands rested on Hawk's ass, steadying the boy as he shot his
seed into Swift Eagle's mouth. "Mmmmm," Swift Eagle moaned, savoring the
taste of his nephew's seed.

Spent, Hawk collapsed down on the mats beside his uncle, gasping for normal
breathing.

"Please stay the night Hawk, there is much to teach you," Swift Eagle
whispered, pulling Hawk close to his body and then kissing him.

"Ay-uh uncle, Hawk will stay," he whispered and then returned the kiss.

To be continued...

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