************************************************************************ * * * "Bare Butt Brave" * * by Vince Water * * (part 2) * This Indian man likes to kiss. I reach up for his shoulder to steady us while we stand side by side. He reaches down for my waist. Our mouths become wild with my tongue pushing into his. He soon learns this new trick. Our tongues dance about wetly with a fierce sliding motion. Love bursts in my heart! I've always wanted to kiss someone and I knew it wouldn't be a girl. This is a man that I'm kissing. It feels so right! The brave pulls from my lips to take in urgent breaths. His eyes are wide as saucers when he looks at me with wonder. It must be his first experience. Indians don't know about kissing as Mr. Catlin had told me. The brave places his hand over my left breast and speaks. I like the sound of his voice: low as a man's yet soft and full of emotion. I listen closely though I can't figure out a single word. His voice becomes rushed. I grip his shoulders and sadly shake my head to let him know that I don't understand what he's saying. He becomes violent. Hands are wildly gesturing the shapes of words he tries to give me. A sign language that I don't understand. I'm afraid to reveal my ignorance to him. The brave reads my face. Seeing my fear, he ends his shouting to blow out a tense breath then his long dark hair falls to the ground when he doubles over to calm himself. He rises only after taking in a deep breath. I look into his eyes and hear him speak again. "Pah-kaps-owopspec," utters the brave while pointing to himself. My eyes widen. I understand his gesture! That's his name he's giving me. I speak my full name. When he tries to pronounces it, I repeat it again slowly to help him. When he learns it, he points back at himself while speaking his name. It takes me longer to remember. When I repeat it to his satisfaction, he smiles and opens his right hand over my heart. His voice trembles when he speaks to me. "Krist-o-fer, ne stoa pinnan jeh ah-eene. Ah?" I study the brave's gestures to gather his meaning. He swallows hard in his throat. When his fingers dig into my breast, I realize that he expects an answer but I don't understand his Indian language! As I'm about to ruin this special moment by shaking my head, I let my heart answer for me instead. I reach a hand out to his left breast and open my fingers over his heart. I peer into his dark eyes. They beg me for something further. "Pah... Owopspec?" I begin and quite badly. I've messed up his Indian name! Yet I remain calm and with a strong voice, continue with words my heart provides me. "I want to be with you forever," I whisper. His eyes remain calm and wait for me to continue. "I love you, Owopspec. And you want me to love you too. I will follow you and live in your life. Please, don't be using me now or leave me like that trader!" The Indian brave nods his head, satisfied by the sound of my words. He embraces me fiercely. The man's painted face lowers to mine as we seal our spoken vows with a kiss. Small sobs spring out of me all of a sudden. Owopspec keeps me safe in his arms while fondly patting my back. I'm feeling so many painful emotions at this moment. I love him dearly yet I've some fears and painful thoughts to work through. What would my parents have thought for my taking an Indian lover? A man at that! What will my life be like as a white boy amongst the Indians? Will they accept me? My arms clutch the brave's body as I bury my wet face into his soft neck. I have lost myself. Anger quickly replaces my weakness. I end my silly tears and rub my eyes dry to keep the Indian brave from seeing me like this. I'm not a sissy. Fully in control of myself, I break from his comforting arms to face him as a man. Owopspec nods his head at me in approval of my renewed strength. After speaking some gentle words, he turns and fetches his breechclout. I feel sad that he doesn't want to make love some more. I lean against a tall pine to watch him dress. He ties his thin belt around himself rather loosely and lifts through it his front flap to cover his manhood. When he bends down for the other end I smile at seeing his brown asshole. I'm still amazed that I had given him Indian love there. The brave pulls the narrowing cloth under him and hangs it over the thong in back. His dark hands retie the thong belt securely around his waist. Although he's covered, his scanty breechclout only accents his beautiful body. I wonder if I'll ever have that perfect form in my new life? Hunting the buffalo, riding a horse and all those things Indians do will make my body strong like his. Owopspec walks to his horse and examines the leg bandaging. I watch his fluid motion and sigh. There's only a short space separating us yet I become lonesome for his embracing warmth. I realize how love sick that I've become. A great longing fills my breast for him! It's not my loins that want him now but my heart and my spirit inside me. I have such need to be touching him and to join our innermost spirits with our eyes. He so completes me that I'm no longer who I was: an unwanted boy. That's who I was at the fort. I felt so lonely and abandoned there. The trader inspired my love but he betrayed me. I hope this Indian is a different kind of man. My brave takes me from these thoughts with a summons. It seems that it's time for us to be going from this place. He puts my torn pants into my hands and drops several sacks and a shield at my feet. To himself goes a long knife, bow and quiver which he hangs over his back. The dark blanket is thrown over his horse. Owopspec takes to a small path. I follow close behind the horse's swishing tail. In recalling my earlier promise to myself, I toss my torn pants behind a tree. A discard of my past. I'll remain naked with only the heavy sacks and his shield to cover me. Later, I'll ask for the deerskin cloths of an Indian boy. It's slow going through the dense forest. Unseen sticks and roots bruise my feet and I'm occasionally stung by branches his horse snaps back on me. I also step around the smelly droppings that occasionally come my way. I grow more uncomfortable with each weary mile. The water skin is heavy on my right side and his shield chafes against my bare leg. Couldn't his horse manage to carry these small things? My eyes peer through the animal's striding legs. I notice its dark loins, sagging from their lack of bulging inner orbs. Owopspec's white horse must be a gelding. It appears young, strong, and unmindful of the leg wound suffered by our frantic flight. The brave is keeping him unburdened and reveals his concern for the horse as he leads us slowly onwards. I hope that our destination is close at hand. We eventually stop in a small clearing to eat. For a brief instant, I spied deer leaping away to hide amongst the trees. My brave isn't interested in shooting any it seems. He takes the pouches from me. His eyes notice my lack of pants. I sit down over his rawhide shield. Owopspec offers me a few strips of dried meat. It's only a few bites worth yet it satisfies my hunger. He hands me the water skin to drink from. I notice that he hasn't taken any food. His dark eyes watch me quietly while I eat, and although he's hiding his emotions, I sense a deep longing in his eyes for me. I also feel in him a tense concern about something. After I get to know him better, I'll be able to read him in spite of his fierce Indian stance. Owopspec rises to water his horse. The wound is also checked on before our journey continues. I lift the two heavy sacks over my shoulders and fling his shield across my back. These are my clothes now. This time, I take up the horse's rein and follow behind my brave. My eyes often gaze over the man's dark buttocks. The narrow strip in back only keeps his brown hole from my eyes. His lean cheeks flex with each of his strides. My hands almost reach out to take them. It aches me to not be able to hold onto my lover's warmth. He walks on ahead to scout for danger while I lead his horse. I wonder how much further we have to travel? An excitement fills me from the realization that I'll be seeing an Indian encampment! Tipis pointing up to the sky with the gathering of a wild People. My new friends will be real Indian boys! I hope they'll not ridicule me for my strangeness. I can't utter one Indian word. I release a loud sigh. My mind is too filled with worries. I can't sort through them right now. I'll just have to wait and see how things go. I do have a strong brave's love. That's enough for me. We continue to walk. I wonder where the fort's soldiers are at this time? They're probably exploring up and down the river. Would they dare enter the Blackfoot camp and make a demand for my return? I dwell long on this bitter thought. Night begins to fall and I become very weary. My toes trip over unseen roots and things and suddenly, I fall flat on my face. The pain almost knocked me out. A hand helps me up. After a short rest, we resume our night travel. I feel for the horse's nose to find the reins hanging down from its mouth. When I turn to lead him on, Owopspec takes them from me and removes the shield from my back. I sigh when his arm reaches around my body to hold me. My arm wraps around him as we walk together into the darkness. I'm filled with new strength from him. Soon though, my tired eyes strain to keep open. I bury my face into his warm breast and allow him to lead us on. All around me are the sounds of the forest putting me to sleep. Crickets chirp their nightly song and occasional crashes tell of spooked deer. I feel safe in the arms of my Indian lover. My sleepy eyes close. A dull pain from my dick forces me awake. I find myself laying on the ground surrounded by strong arms. I must have fallen asleep. Owopspec holds me from behind and although I need to relieve myself, I lay for a while longer in his warmth. His gentle breaths blow warmly against my left ear, telling me that he's fast asleep. I always thought that savages kept guard during the night? Well, maybe he's left that duty to his horse. When I can't bear the pain from my bladder any longer, I pull Owopspec's arm off me and rise. He's instantly up and at my side. I step up to a tree and sigh deeply when my piss flows. It feels good to empty myself. A scuffling from the brave's breechclout reveals his own need to relieve himself. We water the tree's bark then face each other in the dark. His arms embrace me hard for a long moment. I still can't believe that I've escaped with him from the fort! When we part, I follow him back to our warm sleeping spot on the ground. I lay down and reach my arms out to him. One hand grips his back while my other hand rests under his soft head. Owopspec pushes me away though. With gentle hands, he asks that I turn around as before. I do so, becoming hugged by him from behind. His warm chest presses up against my back. After a few adjustments on the hard ground our bodies relax. I fall asleep feeling the safety of his strong arms around me. Blue open sky. Everything around me is blue except for the distant forest. The nice trees there are green. Indian braves with fierce warpaint run up to me. Their dark bodies are slim and very beautiful; like Owopspec's. One young brave turns around to offer me his uncovered butt. His hands open himself back there. I peer in for his hole but see only smooth skin. My dick can't slip into his butt in Indian love. Another handsome brave turns to offer me his butt to fuck in. He claims that my magical seed will protect him in battle against the blue-coats. When I try sticking into him, I discover that he too has no asshole. It makes me feel relieved for some reason. Owopspec embraces me from behind. I feel some guilt for having tried making love to the other braves. He seems not to have noticed and asks me to make Indian love to him. I open his rear end to find a wrinkled brown hole within. The other braves watch enviously as I fuck my lover and sperm him. All the while, my brave sings to me an Indian love song. I finally part from my brave's warmth with my love given. Great envy is seen on the painted faces of the other braves. Owopspec offers to fuck all their butts. The eager braves back onto his oozing length one at a time. I watch Owopspec quickly hump each man while singing harsh battle words. It isn't love that he gives them but some kind of Indian rite. I know that his love and gentle songs are only for me. The Indian braves run to their horses to follow Owopspec into battle. Each of their dark butts is filled with my lover's protection. Where do they ride to, I wonder? Fear takes me for what may happen to them on his day. A horse's whinny has me opening my sleepy eyes. My strange dream begins to fade. I look around at the deep forest with a sweet thought; I'm fleeing Fort Union with a Blackfoot brave! A smile comes to my lips for my boldness. I wonder what pains the lieutenant and Major Brinshalt are enduring to rescue me? I yawn quietly to keep from disturbing Owopspec. His warm chest presses against my back while his hand rests over my breast, clutching me. I get the feeling that he owns me like an Indian squaw that he's paid for. Six buffalo hides were left at the fort's gate. I'm his for other reasons though. I like the good feelings that he gives me. His soft breaths blowing through my hair, the safety and warmth I feel when sleeping in his strong arms. He's gentle with me in spite of being a savage. A beautiful young man who fills me with strong urges that we've satisfied again and again. The horse whinnies again. When the man's hands loosen around my body, I regret that he too has been awakened by that darn horse. Now he'll want to rise and have me walk some more weary miles. His warmth around me will end. I wonder if we're headed for his Indian camp or some secret hide out? It's too early to be getting up! There's hardly any light to be morning; not yet. I watch a ghostly form strain at its tether to reach for some leaves. A branch, bared of green tells of last night's meal. Owopspec's hands turn me towards him. I notice that he no longer wears his green face paint. Only a few remaining traces remind me of yesterday's flight. He smiles at my curious glances and wets his lips. Our faces come together for a kiss. I giggle when he bumps into my nose instead! I aim lower and manage to touch his soft lips. We do it gently as the strength of his arms around me makes us one. He loves me so much! I gaze into his bright eyes knowing how lucky I am to be with him. His boy. He chose me to love and I chose him back. My love for him grows more and more. I embrace the Indian's slim form as our sweet kisses become long and tender. Every emotion he's feeling is seen on his dark face. He's with me completely now. Not only in the flesh but with his heart and spirit. I can see that it makes him a happy man. I realize now that the trader didn't have any real love for me. Only that part expressed by our bodies; that brief joining for the pleasure of sex. That's all he really wanted from me. When I tried reaching for the love inside him with my kisses, he outright rejected me. Perhaps he was afraid or something. Owopspec is a brave man when it comes to revealing his full love. Had he not whisked me from the fort to prove it? We end up closing our eyes. His left arm pulls on my shoulder to get my face closer to his. My hand has found his cock. It's growing hard with a stickiness felt against my palm. I finger his large balls. He moans in his throat when our kissing becomes frantic. I suck on his tongue like an icicle and can't get enough of it! My body is under some strange spell. This Indian man's hold over me is such that I'll do anything he wants. Even allow him to enter me. I want so much to have him in all things. I pull from his lips to take urgent breaths. My ears ring and I feel hot from all our kissing. Perhaps I'm not old enough to be trying all these adult things but I like doing them. The brave guides my head to his neck to rest on. My ear hits into his softness. I just breathe. Deep happiness. That's what I'm feeling when he holds me. It seems that I'm filled with more life because of him. When I lost my parents, I felt so lonely and unloved. I didn't realize how much until now. Owopspec's love completes me. I turn to his neck and kiss him there. Owopspec begins to breathe deeply. I suck on his softness to make him feel good. I want my brave to know the love that I have for him. The man's arms pull me on top. His eyes beg me to kiss him again and for us to make love. I lean down to his breast and kiss over each brown nipple. They harden when I lick and suck my way across their smoothness. When smelling a musky scent from his arm, I explore under it with my nose. The brave opens himself so that I can taste his sweat. It excites me. I rush to his other armpit and wet his dried exertion with my mouth. I dart my tongue through the small hairs and suck on them. I become wild. His manly odor makes me so. I'm loved back with caressing fingers through my hair. His hand roams down its length to my neck and pulls out a tangle. I yelp out when his knuckles hit upon my bite mark. I feel his hand examine my hurt with gentle fingers. His dark face is full of concern. I return to his smooth belly with my kisses. When I reach his navel, I get him to yelp out when I stick my tongue into its small hole. He smiles at my naughty teasing. Owopspec's expression turns fierce. He turns himself over to lay on his stomach with crossed arms under his head. He waits for me to love him some more. I look down his long back and come up with an idea on how to make him feel good. But first, my hands untie his thong belt. I pull his rear thong away to free his cute butt to me. Owopspec sighs when I mount myself on top. It's silly to be sitting on him as I am! His warm cheeks press up against my butt. I wiggle myself to rub our bottoms together. My dick rises. I look around anxiously at all the trees, glad that only a horse sees what I'm doing. My hands reach for the brave's muscular shoulders. I use my fingers and palms in a massage to give him pleasure. His tense body takes much handling before the muscles relax. My hands make their way down him. He moans loudest when rubbing over his shoulder blades. After massaging his back, I scoot myself onto his legs to work on his butt. My hands knead the dark mounds. I enjoy handling his soft brown cheeks. It's a nice part of a man. I become bold when bending over to kiss his ass. My lips suck on the rounded softness with a strange hunger. I even tease him with small bites. Owopspec moans when I wet his rear end with my loving tongue. I become excited when my brave spreads his legs beneath me. His butt opens. I peer in for his brown asshole. I gasp when sharp tingles in my dick beg me to take him. He does seem to be offering me to fuck him again. I look around in fear for unfriendly eyes that I know aren't there. Indian eyes watching us would smile but my own kind would think it a bad and dirty act. I know that it isn't. Indian love is an intense male act that allows me to become one with his flesh. It's a wonderful love act to perform. My hands part his cheeks so that I can get my mouth in there. He smells like a man! I dart my tongue over his brown hole while I consider doing more things to him. Love things. The brave quivers below me as if in fear. I test his willingness to be taken my sticking my tongue inside him. He relaxes the ringed muscles to my tonguing. I lick in and out with lots of spit going into him. My wetness there will make it easier for me to love him the Indian way. I'm still amazed at how that's done. My dick swells from the expected pleasure to come. I'm so hard that it even pains me. Having wet his butthole enough, I scoot forward to mount him. I pull my erection from my belly and aim. My stab finds his manly entrance. I stick in. Wonderful sensations dart through my dick when I push into him. A slippery warmth surrounds my length as I penetrate all the way through his asshole. Our bodies come together. When my balls press against his soft cheeks, I reach for his shoulders to grip them. I begin a man's motion. My nakedness lays heavily across his back. I hump my butt in and out with a slow rhythm. My dick feels so good in there! Each stab brings me increasing pleasure. My body surrounds his and it feels like I was meant for this. A natural act of love between two males. The in and out beat of my dick comes easily to me now. Owopspec wails softly. I push further through his ass and hear him cry out as if in pain. I shake my head in disbelief. How can a strong, young brave act so much like a squaw just begging to be fucked? My cries of pleasure only happen at the end when I'm cumming. Maybe Owopspec feels a similar intense sensation each time my dick slides through his asshole. I know that he wails the loudest when my thrusts are savage and deep. Still, I can't understand how a man can enjoy getting his ass raped. I'm going to find out one of these days. Owopspec joins into my lusty motion. His butt rises from the dirt to meet my thrusts. I feel my dick stabbing deeper into him. What a thrilling sensation! I begin holding breaths since I've come to the quickening part. Indian love makes me frantic. My dick plows through the man's ass with deeper and faster thrusts. He cries out. My hands tighten around his shoulders. I peer down at the brave to find him resting over folded arms. He's just laying there while I'm using his butt for my need. An experienced squaw. A painful thought strikes me. I'm not the first to be loving this young brave. His brown hole easily swallowed my length and he seems used to taking stabs. Who else has he offered himself to, I wonder? Is there a man back in camp for Owopspec? Perhaps he has an Indian boy for a lover. I wish that words could flow between us! I want to ask my brave if his heart is only for me. I shoot into him. The tremendous thrills quickly ebb away to leave me with worries and bitter thoughts. I'm not his first or only lover. Tears form in my eyes. A sob escapes me which startles the Indian real bad. He gets on his side to push me out of his butt. In turning, his worried eyes peer into my face full of tears. I try hiding them. He grips my shoulders and shakes me. "Shotta owopspec?" asks the brave. (He repeats the words while touching the boy's falling tears.) "Shotta?" I know that 'Owopspec' is a part of his Indian name but what does this new word mean? "Cristequenats shotta," answers the brave. (After raising his hands to the sky, he lowers them slowly while wiggling his fingers.) "Rain?" I ask him. He shakes his head back and forth for not understanding my own word but I'll bet that's what 'shotta' means. I wonder how rain relates to his name? I ask him by saying "Owopspec" while shrugging my shoulders and gesture questioningly at him with open hands. The brave answers by pointing to his eyes. He speaks his partial name again, then gestures for rain as he says, "shotta". I point at my tears and ask, "shotta owopspec?" The brave nods in agreement. I have 'rainy eyes' and the brave wants to know why. Although I've just made love to him and should be feeling good from that, my bitter thoughts and jealousy had spoiled the moment. How can I explain to him what I'm feeling without using words! Owopspec's worried expression asks me to try. I reach fingers out to his left breast while pointing back to my own heart. Owopspec nods since he already knows that I love him. He even touches my breast while pointing back at himself. Now I'll try asking him my greatest concern. I stop pointing at myself and swing that finger outwards; at his 'other lover' that I suspect he has back at camp. My right hand clasps his chest hard as I give him a worried look. He answers me by lowering his head and nodding slowly. I blow a sharp breath through my nose and feel the rise of tears again. The brave sees my growing sadness and shakes his head as if wondering why. I answer by pointing to his heart, closing my hand over his left breast as if to capture it. With my other hand I point back at myself. I want to know if his love is only for me. The brave's hand clasps my breast to assure me of his love but he also shakes his head knowingly as if saying that I'm a little boy who doesn't understand things. My tears fall at being stung by him. He rubs them from my cheeks with a warm hand. I end my weakness. Perhaps I am only a child who has much to learn. I put on a brave face for him. Owopspec nods his head to me with his approval. In recalling that his name somehow means 'eyes', I point at my eyes while uttering it. He nods his head even when I point back at him. "Pah-kaps Owopspec," he answers to correct the boy. "Pah kaps?" I ask. The brave looks away for a moment to think. After a moment, he can only point back at himself while speaking his full name. It has something to do with his eyes but must be something too difficult to gesture. I'll need to learn more Indian words before understanding his full name, I suppose. It'll be hard to explain what my name stands for! Pah-kaps-owopspec rises from the ground and secures his rear thong. A trickle runs down his left butt cheek from his hole. I smile from my lusty accomplishment. A pang of guilt fills me though for not giving the brave his own release yet we did make love of that other kind. Our hearts are closer now that I understand him a little better. In less than a day my love for him is greater than all the time spent with that trader. I watch my lover walk over to his white gelding in morning's light. The sounds of leaves being stripped tell of a horse's meal to come. Although I'm not hungry, I could sure use a drink of water. My hands search the ground for the pouches. In shaking both, I find one half filled with liquid. I untie the spout and drink from it. Owopspec's hand on my shoulder asks for a drink. I hand him the water skin from which he only takes a mouthful. The other pouch is still heavy with dried meat. I hope that our journey isn't measured by its contents. The brave drops the water skin over my shoulder. I sigh with regret that he wants to be starting our journey. The food pouch comes to my other shoulder while the small shield goes to his horse. After donning his weapons, he beckons me to his side with his outstretching hand and a smile. I run to him gladly. We hold onto each other's warmth and start walking down the wide deer trail. As the sun's glow fills the morning sky, the trees seem to turn greener and greener. I like that color. It speaks of life, protection and of gentle things. Owopspec must feel the same way for his choice of face paint. His body was green when he came to fetch me from the fort as his boy. My happiness is replaced by gloom. It was only yesterday that we had run from there. I wonder where the soldiers are. How long will they be willing to search for us? A worse thought comes to me. What will the major and his men do to Owopspec if we're caught?! I try not to think about it. Mr. Catlin has told me some grizzly accounts between white men and the Indians. A terrible scene pops into my head: I'm rescued by the soldiers who are relieved to have found me unharmed. They were worried that the savage had performed horrible acts upon my person. The lieutenant directs his men to tie my kidnapper to a tree. As Owopspec struggles to free himself, six guns take aim and fire. My dear lover, that beautiful Indian brave falls limp at his bonds. Anguish fills my heart. My horrible daydream could come true if the fort's soldiers catch us! They wouldn't understand my reasons for having run off with him. I vow to myself to do anything in my power to prevent it! I will gladly die with Owopspec than to see him strung up like an animal and murdered. I would kill for him. The passing hours fill me with confidence. There's been no sign of danger or pursuit. Owopspec is skilled at evading them. He's an Indian after all. Once we reach his camp, no soldier would dare try to take me by force. The lieutenant was always concerned with maintaining the peace between our two Peoples. I'm not worth a war. Our trail joins up with many others. Owopspec pauses to study each path carefully. My eyes find traces of deer and a clawed animal; probably a raccoon. No horses or men though. A ways beyond is a large stream. I hear it rushing over stones. The brave gestures for me to remain with the horse. I nod my head and watch him move stealthfully ahead. He returns after a short while. I can read from his calm face that there's no danger beyond. I tug on the gelding's reins and follow Owopspec to the stream. My eyes narrow from the bright sunlight. I study the small stream; it's only two horses wide and shallow. I had thought it was larger from the sounds it was making. Its swift current over the stones had given me that false impression. Owopspec pauses in its middle to look around. I take this opportunity to fill our water skin. The cold water bites at my hands and feet, making me glad that soon we'll be across it. I groan when the Indian brave decides to walk down the stream instead. I'll have to endure the cold over my feet for a while longer. I angrily tug at the horse and mind my toes on the sharp stones. Luckily, fast streams don't make for slippery walking. Owopspec has us taking this river path to evade pursuit, I realize. Even an Indian scout cannot track through water! My feet become numb. I don't complain though. I'm reminded of stories I've heard about the testing of an Indian boy's endurance. My cold feet are nothing when compared to one story in particular that my Pa had once told me. It's a true account of Indian boys having to endure a rite-of-passage before becoming braves. Pa told me that the test was done in full winter. The boys had to bare themselves and sit for long stretches in an icy stream. A warrior looking on from the bank would watch for signs of weakness. If even one boy complained or tried to leave before the warrior's permission, all the boys would be forced to sit a while longer. No boy failed to do as he was bidden! After their bodies had turned blue would the warrior end the test. Freezing boys would race to him to try being the first to embrace his warmth. Like blue icicles, the naked bodies of the boys would clutch the warrior and each other. I had often imagined myself as one of those Indian boys from Pa's story. It excited me to think that I was embracing the warrior while surrounded by other naked boys. My dick always grew long from the thought of it! At the time, I didn't understand why my erection felt good. Only that I had a strange liking for boys which I kept secret. I look down my belly to see my pole erected against it. Pa's story has excited me again. I peer forward at my brave and watch him splash through the stream ahead of me. It's with a sly grin that my free hand rushes down to pull over my dick. My breaths come faster when I rub over my hard on with quick strokes. The good feelings fill it with each held breath. I'm thrilled to be handling myself so close to the Indian brave without him knowing it, and although he'd probably allow me to fuck his butt again, I just want to be doing this alone. My dick enjoys my hand. It sticks up hard against my belly and turns red from all my chafing. Holding breaths deepen the thrills. I keep them from sounding too loud. I imagine something. Owopspec is that warrior from Pa's story. I'm the first to run up to him from the icy stream. My arms reach around the man's warmth. The other freezing boys also embrace him. Our wet bodies rub against each other while hard poles thrust and naughty hands clutch at cold butts. An intense sensation from my dick has me crying out. A brief rush! I open my eyes to watch it cum three times to the stream. Deep embarrassment fills me. Owopspec watches me with bright eyes. Is he angry at me for not having done it with him? The brave steps up to me with a sly expression on his face. He reaches out to my dick and pulls over it. His fingers take what remains inside me. After bringing that hand up to his nose for a sniff, he licks it up. I know that Owopspec likes the taste of my cum. His face fills with deep longing and I know that his loins want me real bad. I'm just worried by how he'll want to do that. Owopspec grabs my arm while leading me into the dark forest at a run. He quickly ties his horse to a tree. I watch him drop his breechclout to his feet. From his hairy loins sprouts an excited manhood just begging to be released. He approaches me with a man's longing to mate. I tremble in his sudden embrace. Lust controls him. Will I be forced to take his hard dick in my butt this time? The man's hungry mouth finds mine with fierce kisses. I'm quickly reminded of yesterday's neck wound done in the heat of passion. He didn't mean to bite me but it had happened. In his lust, he also tried to mount my butt hole against my will. What prevents him from taking it this day? I try to keep the man's kisses from stirring my heart. It pains me to be denying his love but my fear looms over me like a dark cloud. Owopspec pulls from my mouth and smiles wickedly at me. His strong hands over my shoulders force me down to my knees. He squats behind me. I tremble when feeling his hands pull my butt cheeks apart. The fort seems very far away. Major Brinshalt and his soldiers won't be able to save me. This Indian brave must realize this. He wants my butt and will take it! I prepare to spring away. Owopspec may allow my escape to his beastly act as before. Why couldn't he try loving me gently with our dicks rubbing together or with my hand pulling over it? Please! I'm not ready to feel the pain of being butt raped! The Indian stills my trembling body with carassing hands and soft words. And like his horse, I calm down in spite of not understanding what he says. He reaches around me with his arms. His hands gently massage my chest. The good sensations are calming. I startle some when his dick pushes into the crack of my butt. Does he still intend to fuck me? I turn my head to look back at the brave. His eyes are aflame. It's like he's a coiled spring ready to jump into my body. His steady hands and gentleness show his control. I get the notion that he doesn't intend to rape me so how will the man spend his lust? I gasp in fear when feeling his stiff cock pushing against my hole. My eyes widen in alarm. I may still have to bolt! Yet I pause from it when the brave ends his painful advances. He begins a shallow movement between my cheeks. It's a tickly sensation. I'm filled with relief from it. Owopspec's dick is aimed at my hole but he doesn't push inside with his thrusts. His oozing cock slips through my butt with care. I understand what the brave performs. He's moving through my butt cheeks for his pleasure as I'd earlier thought how Indian love was done. I suppose that's how a man performs it on a boy. I bend over while keeping my thigh pressed together. The man stabs deeper through my tight cheeks. A wetness fills my butt. Sweat, I think, along with the brave's excited dripping from his cock. I've heard that a man does this to aid in his love making. I keep my butt tight to his quick stabs. All around me is the man's naked warmth. His surging legs snuggle mine. I'm held close to him with strong hands on my waist. The heat of his breath blows down my neck. All the while his dick thrusts quickly through my butt. It exciting to have my body vulnerable to his lusty need. I lean closer to the ground and steady myself with outstretching hands. My fingers dig into the soft dirt for support. I'm pushed forward when the brave slams into my body. I wince out in pain when his stabs push against my hole. I also get a strange thrill from it. Almost as if I want to be feeling his dick pushing inside me. I want to give this wild man his release. I'm thrilled by his frantic efforts in my butt, his heated body over mine. I'm a helpless white boy to an Indian savage's sexual need! I shake my head at such lustful thoughts. The brave's heart is what protects me from harm. His is a good heart. Mine was won by him and I want to satisfy him in any way. Lust rules him now. My body will give vent to that need. A familiar sensation builds in me. I peer down at myself. Between my legs, sticking out from me and aching is my own long dick. Each of Owopspec's thrusts sends a thrilling surge through my erection. It surprises me that I'll soon shoot from it again and I'm not even handling it! A funny thought comes to me. I'm on my knees with a naked man fucking through my cheeks. His hands grip my hips as if I were a squaw. I've heard that Indian warriors mate with their women doggie-style. Those taking to men perform the same thing by putting sperm into their lovers from behind. I think that I would like to get fucked. When beating off, I've often handled my butt to enhance my ending thrills. I've discovered that touching my hole gets me to explode. The brave's stabs desire more than the feel of my cheeks. I want him inside me so I back my ass onto his thrusting dick. My butt hole opens to take into it the man's dick. He gasps for breath when our bodies come together. Our lusty joining pains me but I endure it for his pleasure. The man's slippery cock pushes easily through my tightness. A low grunt. Owopspec's loins explode! I feel the throbbing of his dick in me and that gets my own dick shooting. Pain and ecstasy combine! My burning asshole, filled with a man's hard cock, cums through my body and out my dick. The brave's strong arms keep our heated bodies together and mated. An unbelievable thrill! I cry out as if I'm a little boy who's afraid of the dark. A greyness fills my eyes... Am I fainting? I fight against unconsciousness and the great roar filling my ears. My eyes open after the long struggle. I look down at the long squirt of my cum on the ground. Getting fucked has gotten me to do that. I feel a discomfort in my butt; a fullness from his long dick inside me. His thrusts become slow and shallow. Are we really stuck together in Indian love? The young brave fights for breath. I straighten my back and feel his heated arms hold onto me for support. His spent cock pulls from my sore butt hole. I reach between my cheeks for what he's squirted to me. There's much of it between my cheeks. Didn't he squirt any inside me? I gather some up and bring it around to where I can look at it. The pooled thickness on my fingers reminds me of what the Indian had done with my cum. I curiously try the same thing. It smells of mushrooms and sweat. I open my mouth and lick it from my fingers. The bland salty taste doesn't impress me yet it's thrilling to be eating of his flow! Some of which is deep inside my butthole. I turn my head sharply in answer to my name. The brave smiles at having seen me eat of his manly wetting. He opens his mouth and rests his chin on my shoulder. I quickly reach down for my dripping dick to fetch him some from me. His remaining seed joins with mine on my fingers. I reach back to him and watch him lick up our cum. His expression causes me to gasp sharply. For an instant I saw the fiercest animal in those dark eyes! Owopspec's expression turns gentler. His lips try reaching over my left shoulder for me. I turn towards him and can just touch his mouth. We kiss sweetly without naughty tongues. Only lips on lips to express gentle love. His hands caress my hard nipples. I break from our kissing to giggle. I'm very ticklish on my breast. Owopspec joins me with a hearty laugh. My eyes widen at hearing such a thing from him. I thought savages didn't know how to. After our laughter settles down the brave lifts me up with him. His strong hands rub over my aching butt. I look at his dripping cock, satisfied from putting its sperm in me. He turns away to fetch his breechclout near the horse. I look over his tanned nakedness for a sweet moment of rememberance. It pleases me to be making lots of love with this Indian man. Owopspec tightens the thong around his waist. His scanty cloths once again cover his beautiful body. He examines the horse's hurt leg. I peer down at myself. When will I have my nakedness covered? I'll be embarrassed to enter his Indian camp in the nude. A tickling sensation runs down my thigh. My hand discovers more of his sperm between my slimy cheeks. A bold idea comes to me. I spread my legs apart so that I can reach my hole. It opens to accept my slippery finger. The sensation is like pushing in Owopspec's butt with my dick. My finger is smaller but so is my asshole. How far inside me did did the man get, I wonder? There was some pain from his ending thrusts. Not deep within me but shallow up my hole. Maybe he only tipped into my entrance when he shot. My finger isn't finding much cum in there. Most of it had gushed between my cheeks. How painful would it be to really get fucked? One finger is in me as far as it can go. I try another. It goes in easily and without much pain. Proud of my accomplishment, I pull both fingers out. My eyes peer over their stained lengths, free of cum. It's with sudden pride that I realize that my brave's seed is inside me! I feel a strange happiness to know that. Two fingers had entered my small hole without pain. I think his long dick could too. Maybe I'll get him all the way inside my butt hole the next time he has his manly urges. Knowing him, that'll probably be soon. I spring to Owopspec's side when he tends to his horse. He notices my bright smile and reaches a hand out to clasp my shoulder. Our bodies whisper against each other. Deep feelings stir in my heart. He's loving me again. I'm broken from his spell when he steps away to rub over the horse's long nose. His soft words turn the gelding's ears to him. Curious at how he names his mount, I face the brave while pointing back at the horse. "Cogue-ahtose," he answers. I turn to his horse and speak the name. Cogue-ahtose turns to me in response. I rub his soft nose and smile for having learned it. The brave speaks my name and rubs his hand across my nose. I laugh at his silliness. Not to be outdone, I rub over his Indian nose while uttering, "Pah-kaps-owopspec". We both laugh hard. When our fun is over with, I fetch the pouches for us to eat and drink. Even if he's not ready to eat, I am! I find his shield to sit on. I open the heavy pouch containing dried strips of meat. Owopspec sits close to me. After handing him a few strips, I take some for myself and eat it hungrily. Our meal is in silence. His eyes speak lovely things to me. I look over his slim form to see that he's just an older boy. We're both young and falling in love. Owopspec finishes the last of his food. He turns to me and looks down into my naked lap. With his outstretching hand he opens it over my loins as if to cover them from sight. His other hand tugs on his breechclout. I eagerly nod my head to his offer for a similar garment. My nakedness should only be his to see! He speaks a few words while pointing to some far away place. When his hands form rounded shapes, I realize that he is refering to his camp. "Moeese," answers the brave when his hands form the shapes of Indian dwellings. "Moeese caquay..." After nodding my head to his word for tipi, I become eager for more of his Indian language. I point to my head and wait to hear his word for it. "Otokan," he answers. To be sure of his meaning, I gesture around my whole head while speaking "otokan." The brave nods in reply. I point to the other parts of my head. He gladly teaches me what I want to know. 'Mah-oi' is for mouth, 'ohtokiss' are ears and 'oherisis' is for nose. 'Owopspec' as I had already known stands for eyes. I smile with the thought that I've been calling my brave 'eyes' all this time. Although I can speak his full name, I still like to call him 'Owopspec.' It's easier to remember and at least I understand what that part of his name means. "Krist-o-fer, ne stoa pinnan mah-oi," the brave asks with his fingers to his mouth. I answer him, "mah-oi, Pah-kaps-owopspec..." and reach out to kiss him as he wants. The brave's arms bring me into his lap when our loving becomes more intense. My whole body tingles with wonderful feelings. Although my loins have been satisfied, I have such a longing in my heart for more. Our need now is for the oneness of our spirits; that more beautiful kind of love. We share one breath as his lips on mine bind our hearts together. Owopspec's warmth leaves my face. My lips are still trembling when I watch him blow out a long and weary breath. His eyes smile to me. I release a long breath and give him a nice smile back. I'm so happy to be sitting in his lap and holding him close. The brave's dark eyes narrow to study me. He looks down my belly at my erection. He then looks me straight in the eye. His sudden fierceness causes me to look away for some reason, like that time back at the fort. I'm fearing the wild savage in him again, I suppose. I'm startled when he begins singing to the sky. His words are filled with deep emotion. From the way his arms reach upwards, I get the impression that he's speaking to his God. It's nothing like our religious songs we praise The Lord with. Without rhyme or even a nice melody, his Indian song is harsh and difficult to listen to yet I feel his heart in it. I hear my name mentioned. Is Owopspec's God the same as mine? The Indian's voice trails off to a whispered ending. I look into his strange eyes. His hands drop down to gather my butt. He draws me closer into his lap. I feel the softness of his breechclout under me; his breast on mine. Our bodies intertwine and I sigh contentedly. "I love you, Owopspec." The brave rubs his long hair against me in reply. Tears come into my eyes. They fall to his shoulder as he holds me and listens. My heart bursts. I tell him everything. I tell him about my fears, my pain, and the great love that I have for him. He listens to all my rushed words. I clutch his warmth and cry some more. All the pain in my life is coming out. The agony from my first lover. I still feel something for the trader in spite of his betrayal. He had awakened my manhood. I see Mr. Telson for what he was, how he used me, and feel great anger at him along with some sadness. Strangely, a part of my heart is still his though. My love is now for Owopspec. This man is worthy to receive it. He listens to all my words, broken and soft between sobs, that tell him how much I want his love, his caring, his kind smile even though I know he can't understand what I'm saying. I tell him anyway. My heart finishes speaking. My eyes end their boyish tears. I look deep within myself for how I'm acting and see why: my struggling happiness. I see the difficulties ahead of me. Not the least of which is my fear of being taken back to the fort by the angry lieutenant; either overtaken by his men or simply given back to him by the other Indians. If I stay with Owopspec will there be a war because of me? Are the fort soldiers shooting at the Blackfoot? Even if I'm allowed to remain with the Indians, will they accept me? I look differently from them and don't even know how to speak properly. Will I be able to learn their strange customs; their Indian ways of life? Is Owopspec going to help me to become one of them? My mind turns to the brave's God-song. He had mentioned my name in it. Was Owopspec promising something unto Him about me? Promising to love and care for me always? This is what I want yet I fear for him. Will his commitment become too difficult a burden for himself and his tribe? I've been thinking only about myself. Strong arms get me to my feet. Owopspec turns from me before I can read his face. He walks to his horse and frees the reins from a tree. I reach down for the two sacks and wear them on my shoulders. I'm relieved to be taken from such painful thoughts. The brave's dark hand reaches out for me. I rush to him and eagerly take it. His fingers grip me for a moment then leave me with the horse's rein. I smile slyly at his trick. After equipping himself with his weapons, the Indian leads me deeper through the forest. The way is difficult since we don't have a trail to follow. Small trees reach out their stinging branches to me. I have to shield my eyes from their cruel sting. Cogue-ahtose doesn't mind the forest briers. I'm often tugging on him when he pauses to nibble on leaves that come his way. After a short time the brave finds a trail that suits him. I'm relieved to be on some kind of path after our rough walk. My feet still hurt from yesterday and I know that many miles have yet to be won. Is our journey measured in days? Owopspec allows a brief rest later in the afternoon. We sit in a clearing to eat. Again, our meal is in silence. His dark eyes watch my every movement and I sense his deep love for me. I smile at the attention. After eating, he gets up to check on Cogue-ahtose. I stand at the man's side. The leg wound must be healing well since my burdens go to his horse. We don't ride Cogue-ahtose though. I snuggle against my brave as we walk the weary miles. Darkness falls. I grow tired and lean more onto his warmth. This will be our second night since running from the fort. I notice the bright stars above us. We've left the cover of the forest. Owopspec heads towards a large river. He gestures for me to remain silent. I try keeping my eyes open and alert. We cross the shallows unmolested though I feel eyes upon us. The brave at my side seems tense. The glow of many fires forewarn our approach to a large camp. I take in their pleasant smells. I'm glad that we enter his tribe at night. My nakedness is only for him to see and would have brought me much embarrassment if it were daylight. In the dim glow of the campfires, several tall shapes pass us by. It's by the third one that I realize that they're Indian lodges! I can hardly wait to enter his and find sleep on its sheltered floor. A bitter memory strikes me like a stone. Please don't let there be a lover waiting there inside for him! Owopspec pauses to greet an Indian. This one appears to be a brave like himself though older and wearing several head feathers. Their hands silently gesture in the starlight. Although I can't take any meaning from it, I sense great tension fill my lover. He grips me hard and hurries us away from the campfires. We stop. The brave removes the blanket from his white gelding and takes my weary form to a low burning fire. There are no tipis nearby. He gestures for me to lie here. After dropping a blanket over me, he leads his horse away into the darkness. The warmth of the fire comforts me. Sounding from far away are the low beats of Indian drums. A slow, rhythmic beat that soothes me. It wants to put me to sleep. Too tired to wonder where my lover has gone, I close my eyes. Sleep takes me at last. Blue riders descend upon my Indian friends. Metal arrows shoot from their guns with a great noise. People fall. I beg Owospec to run! He does what he must. All the braves follow him against the fort's soldiers. The battle is joined. I'm rushed with the other children towards the great mountains. I fear more for my lover's life! He doesn't know the strength and cunning of the white men as I do. I suddenly find myself in Owopspec's head. It's like I'm telling him what the soldiers will do next; of battle formations, the accuracy of their guns after a certain distance. I'm telling him in his Indian words how best to fight back. Darkness falls. I sleep on stone floors with the other Indian boys. Most were my friends until this day. Now they glare at me with their eyes filled with hate. I feel deep shame for being white. My proud Indian brave returns. Only a handful of weary warriors ride in behind him. The women cry from the terrible things seen and done on this day. Some hateful eyes amongst the People fall over me. I become afraid. Shouts echo all around as I'm thrown this way and that. A blow has me falling to the ground. I am dying. Someone cradles me in warmth. I'm hurting something fierce yet I know who keeps me safe: Owopspec, the great warrior! Today's accomplishments in battle has made him proud in the People's eyes. The flow of a great river runs backward. His proud deeds are yet to be done. My brave points out his lodge doorway to a man. At the trader whom I hate and want very much for my Indian lover to protect me from. This cunning white man reaches out for me. He gives a mean laugh as he takes me away as his boy. I'm savagely fucked. Three whistles pierce the darkness of my pain. The trader turns into a stick in the ground. Soft giggling awakens me from sleep. I sit up to discover that it's early morning on the prairie. My campfire has long since died, leaving me chilled on the ground here. Six Indian boys surround me with great wonder showing on their brown faces. They're all naked. The horse blanket covers my nudity. I cast it aside to reveal myself to these boys. I'm no longer ashamed of my body. At least, not too much. Seeing that we're all without clothing helps. These boys are rather cute! They range in ages from six to ten years of age I would say. Their long black hair and wild eyes prove that they're the offspring of savages. With my blond hair and blue eyes, I wonder what they think of me? I look past the boys for any older eyes watching us. We're alone and on the far side of camp. My brave didn't bring me to his lodge. He felt content to simply drop me far from his tribe. These Indian boys found me well enough. I look over their small bodies kissed by the summer sun. Their loins are of little boys and what small butts they have! One youth from behind startles me when he rubs his hand across my shoulder. After examining his fingers, he peers at me in surprise. Another boy seems amazed by my light hair. I nod at him to pull on it if he wants. The four younger boys seem content to just watch. I show my own curiosity by reaching out to an Indian boy. He accepts my roving hand which turns naughty when it reaches back for his soft butt. He only smiles at my gentle handling. My dick lifts from the warm sensations filling it with desire. My secret lust for boys is revealing itself. A small sound from behind announces the stealthy approach of someone. Fear takes me for my revealing nakedness. I release my hold on the little boy and turn to view the intruder. Relief fills me. It's only another youth. This Indian boy is older than the others. Tied around his waist are small breechclout flaps. He appears to be three years younger than myself. His bright eyes quickly look me over. I notice where his eyes rest; on the swelling stick between my legs. My face turns red from his wicked smile. I peer into the boy's dark face. He has a big nose, soft brown cheeks with eyes of dark flame. Very handsome. His hair is uncut. My brave has also kept his childhood growth with its full length. My eyes take in the youth's tanned skin and come to rest on his lower body. Deerskin flaps cover what I'm wanting to see. I peek in the side for his small butt. The boy's half-nakedness gives him a sensual appearance, like my breech-clad brave. A 'breechclout-boy' who looks very much like a younger Owopspec. Feelings for this boy stir in my heart. Breechclout-boy reaches out to my hair. His eager hands rub over its softness with wonder. Seeing that I have hair under my arms, he kneels before me and starts pulling on them. I feel the warmth of his soft body next to mine. My dick pains me to handle it. I ignore my lust for the moment. The boy's eyes widen when he discovers my faint breast hair. I gasp when his small hands feel over my skin with their dirty warmth. My nipples harden. I really like having this boy touching me. His exploration is very sensual. My dick is now at full length. Breechclout-boy eyes my erection with a smile. He startles me by jumping into my lap! His thin legs wrap loosely around my butt while the other boys giggle at his boldness. He shouts out a few words which only gets them to giggle some more. Breechclout-boy rubs over my shoulders while peering into my eyes for something. I see his plea to do loving things with me. I shrug my shoulders and smile back. The boy's small hands drop to my chest. He rubs over my sensitive places which causes me to gasp. I lift up my arms for his fingers to rub into my hidden hairy spots. Tickly sensations fill me from his curious exploring. I become sexually enflamed. His hands fall next to my stomach. After sticking a finger into my navel, Breechclout-boy smiles slyly when his hands reach even lower. His eyes reveal the bold desire to do more. I nod my head. The youth grabs my long dick! He starts pulling on it with a slow up and down rhythm. My eyes grow wide that this boy knows how to beat off. I take in deep breaths as the good sensations dart through me. Giggles fill the air from the curious youths watching us. Noticing a bulge under my companion's front flap, I become bold myself by reaching in for his boyhood growth. My fingers wrap around his hard warm pole. Breechclout-boy grins. His eyes shine when I begin pulling on him there. All the boys gather around to watch us handle each other. Breechclout-boy releases my dick to untie his thong belt. He pulls the cloths from his small body to reveal his nakedness to me at last. My eyes drop to his groin. Unlike the others here, this Indian boy seems mature enough to cum from his dick. He doesn't have any dark hairs but his erection is large for his age. I reach down for it. His eager hand takes back my length. We rub over each other's poles while the youths watch. Their curious eyes seem unknowing of the pleasures taken by us older boys. Breechclout-boy scoots himself onto me close. Our bellies touch. He begins rubbing his dick over mine. Tremendous sensations shoot through me. His hands press over my shoulder blades. His skinny legs wrap around my backside. I grab his small butt and help him make love to me. I'm surprised that this boy knows the mating acts of an adult but from the way his bright eyes reveal his longing, I realize he knows how and wants to do it with me right now. The prairie becomes strangely quiet as Breechclout-boy rides my body. His cute little butt is so wiggly in my hands. Our breasts rub wonderfully over each other. His small legs squeeze my ass in love's rhythm. Below, his pole rubs over the length of my larger dick. I watch his thrustings and see a crimson head pop out each time he moves against me. He remains silent but I begin to moan from the thrills building inside me. The other boys giggle. Breath filled words in my ear brings my eyes back to my boy. We touch each other deeply with longing filled stares and we inhale each other's heated breaths. Our bodies are trying hard to become one. I know of a way but will only offer my brave that connection. This boy's naked embrace is only for our loins sake. There's no pledges of love being given here; only the simple releasing of aching dicks. I don't feel any guilt when keeping that in mind. We're boys, after all. Feeling his hot breath on me, I notice how close his face is to mine. His dark eyes begin to flutter. I become bold by reaching my lips down to kiss him. The boy backs away from me with a frightened gasp. Our love making ends. The dark eyes of the Indian boy glare at me hard. I smile at his fear. It's true that the Blackfoot don't know about kissing. As a youth, that love act is only for adults. Breechclout-boy covers my mouth with his hand. I swallow nervously and peer into his angry eyes. He shakes his head back and forth; no more kisses! I nod my head in agreement. We embrace again with his head resting lightly on my shoulder. He begins love's rhythm again. I wrap my arms around his back and share what little pleasure can come from our rubbing. Only with my brave can a greater thing be achieved because of our one heart. I reach lower for the boy's rear end to increase the pace. His stabs become harsh. I begin to feel some pain from our dry rubbing but ignore it for the better feelings from my dick. The little boy becomes frantic with his thrusts. I gasp when his wild dick really starts to hurt the skin of my erection. My hands stop his rubbing so that I can wet myself there with some spit. His curious eyes fill with understanding. He even helps to get our chafed poles slippery with his mouth's wetness. Slick against each other now, I slap his butt to have him start our love game again. It continues at a slow pace. Breechclout-boy rests his head on my breast as I lay mine over his shoulder. He thrusts to my belly with care. I keep my fingernails from digging too much into his soft cheeks. The deep feelings in my dick will need build up again. I don't mind. It just means that our naked embrace will last that much longer. I glance at the other boys watching us make love. Most of them smile and giggle. One little boy gives me a strange expression. Unlike his friends, he offers me a frown instead. Even when I smile at him, he continues gazing at me with anger. What makes this Indian boy dislike me so? I turn away from his mean eyes. Clutched within the arms of this nicer boy, I feel close to my release and begin holding breaths. That always helps me to cum. My lips brush over the boy's soft neck and I almost kissed him but I remember my promise. Breechclout-boy's stabs quicken against my belly. His little erection rubs against my dick, filling me with pleasure. I feel his butt hump wildly in my hands. His breaths pause on my breast. He too must be close to it. An intense feeling shoots through my dick. I clutch my Indian boy hard while spraying his belly with my wet love. Little boy giggles answer my passionate cries. I go deep into myself to enjoy this sweet moment alone. So fleeting. I enjoy my intense thrills with each quick squirt. The little boy is very wiggly under my arms, so warm and sexy! I've satisfied myself in his embrace. I wonder if he'll cum against my spent dick. When I open my eyes, Breechclout-boy reveals his own surprise. My voiced pleasure was unexpected, it seems. His eyes narrow from his sudden climax. I peer down to watch the boy's red knob pop out from its thick skin and squirt. He shoots his clear cum very quietly. I watch the boy's face. His eyes flutter as if he's going to faint. A breath blows out of his mouth. Deep relief fills him when he finishes wetting to me. I'm filled with that same relaxing feeling for having spilt my seed. It's nicer to share this feeling with another male than to do it alone. His weary head lays against my breast. I hear many breaths blow through his mouth while I keep the boy's warmth close to me. Our love's pleasure is ebbing. I'm amazed that my first day amongst the Blackfoot has begun this way! Do all Indian boys indulge themselves without fear or shame? If so, I look forward to becoming one of them. I see my own 'free' society being restricted by too many rules. Our sweet moment ends when a little boy tries separating us. His high-pitched voice shouts something to Breechclout-boy. He springs from my arms to answer him. The two youths exchange quick words. I wonder what's going on. I look over the little boy and recall that he's the one who had frowned at me. A necklace of white beads lends him an appearance of rank. Perhaps he's a chief's son or something. He seems to be scolding the older boy for some reason. The two end their arguing when Breechclout-boy points to his belly; at what I've wetted on him. The little Necklace-boy nods his head eagerly upon seeing it. All the boys come to examine my thick cum on him. Their brown noses sniff at it. One bold youth even licks some up! I shake my head in disbelief at how freely Indian boys are to explore things. It'll take some getting used to. Breechclout-boy turns to ask me something in his Indian language. He repeats himself again as if expecting a reply from me. I simply nod back. The boy gathers up our mingling seed from himself and holds it out to me. Not understanding what he intends, I shake my head back and forth. He points at his friend. Necklace-boy spreads his legs. My boy wets the youth's smallish loins with our cum. He rubs over his friend's balls especially as if offering them some magical power. All the boys watch this strange rite with wide eyes. Breechclout-boy's hand starts pulling on the youth's little pole. The little boy just stands there and allows himself to get excited. Although I don't understand the wetting part of their boyish rite, I see that my boy is trying to fetch sperm from his young friend. A long skinny pole quickly pushes out from that hairless groin. Necklace-boy begins humping his butt with each thrust. His eyes narrow in concentration. It seems that he's used to being handled by his older friend. I get real excited from watching them masturbate. Breechclout-boy reaches a free hand out to those cute little cheeks. He begins slapping it as if trying to keep its wild flexing in rhythm to his pulling. I watch the youth smile back. His bright eyes fill with pleasure. These boys have met often to perform their friendship rite, it seems. I study the faces of the other Indian boys. They seem familiar with what these two friends are doing with each other. Perhaps they wait for their turn of pleasure. Necklace-boy opens his eyes. I see that his pole has become an angry color. When he cries out in pain, his friend pauses to rub off some more cum from his belly. He reaches for his friend's pole and after wetting it, resumes to masturbate him. The little boy thrusts urgently through his friend's fingers. His brown ass is flexing cutely in and out. A deep breath fills his lungs. All eyes wait to see if he'll shoot off his dick. A high-pitched cry rushes out of him. He sucks in another breath and holds it. His reddened dick continues thrusting through clenched, spermy fingers but he doesn't add his own to them. I suppose he's too young to even have a clear fluid to squirt out. Breechclout-boy lets go of his friend's sore dick. I see the disappointment on their faces for his lack of release. They embrace, and something is whispered into Necklace-boy's ear. His eyes falling on me hints that I was mentioned in their secret. They soon part. The other boys come to them with their fond shoulder slaps. The little boy shakes his head when they point down at his red pole. Breechclout-boy fetches his deerskin garment. I notice his curious eyes on my butt. Exciting tingles dance up and down my spine for what he may be seeking! I test him by opening my butt real wide. The youth peers hungrily between my cheeks. When he gives me a wicked grin, I have to turn away in embarrassment. I think he knows about Indian love and may want to try it with me. His fingers pinch my butt. I turn to Breechclout-boy and see his stiff dick pointing towards me. His dark eyes are filled with excitement. Thoughts fly through my head. Should I allow this boy to fuck me? His erection is skinny and wouldn't hurt me as much as a man's thick cock. The boy could show me how Indian love would feel in my butt. I wouldn't be afraid to have Owopspec take me then. Small hands part my cheeks. A stiffness slides between them to push into my trembling hole. I feel the boy's moist knob trying to seek passage inside me. How daring it is for him to take me in front of the other boys! I quickly imagine what the youths would be watching: Breechclout-boy sticks his dick in me with his hands gripping my hips. His long thrusts show off his manliness. All the Indian boys marvel at seeing a smaller boy mount the older boy; a pale butt at that! Breechclout-boy's flexing ass drives its lust into the larger butt before him. Giggles announce his boy-seeds squirting inside... Inside my butt! An explosion of pain fills my asshole. The boy tries stabbing deeper but my greatest pain comes from within me; my heart's urgent cry. It's wrong to give up this part of myself for lust even if only to a boy. I push on his belly to separate us. His hands try to recapture me but pull away when I give him a mean stare. Giggles answer his attempt. He nods his head in respect to my denial to his lusty desire. I remain a man because of it. The boy reaches down for his two cloths and dons them. He gives me a sly grin before scurrying towards the distant lodges. I watch his small body surge under his flapping breechclout, so wonderful in my hands during our love making. I find my brave's blanket and wrap it around me to keep warm. The prairie grasses sway in the gentle wind. I take this quiet moment to reflect. A deep peace flows through my body. It feels good. The Indian boys have comforted the urges that ache in me. I'm glad that he too felt those same urges. His young body was so warm and soft. When will that cute boy and I embrace again? I shake my head at this thought. My love is only for Owopspec! He gives both his heart and body to me. I love him so much yet I feel something for the boy. Would it be wrong to love him as well? It doesn't seem right, at least from what my head tells me. I've been raised with certain ideas about what love is. A man can only take one woman to be with him forever. They have kids which both raise in a family. The husband can't take another unless his first wife dies, and then, only after a long period of mourning. My love seems strange from how I've been taught. I'm suppose to like girls but I desire only men! My heart feels how right that special love is. Owopspec shares those same feelings and truly loves me back. The trader had said that Indian love was permitted among the Blackfoot. I want to live with them to be allowed my life with the brave. I'm only wondering if I can love that boy as well. I end these thoughts with a loud sigh. I'll have time later to resolve my conflicting notions and feelings. For now, I want to enjoy the quiet of this new morning. The Indian boys also seem content to sit beside me in silence. The rising sun casts its glow upon the wilderness. I look around to see where I am. Tall, snow-capped mountains stand to my right. Their immensity causes me to feel very small; like a child of the wilderness, protected and watched over by the world's western wall. I sit in its shadow. Towards the sun's rising is a great forest. Owopspec and I had come from there last night. A long grassy plain lies in between. This is where the Blackfoot have set up camp. I see their tipis and hope it will soon be my home; my new Indian life. I watch the rising sun. It's still early. The sky is blue and speckled with high clouds. Those nearest to the sun are fiery red. I like better the green of the forest. The trees don't seem so threatening or as angry as the morning sky. I wonder why the Indians don't hide within its safety? I suddenly think of my Pa. He'd be asking me what time it is. He owned a fine pocket watch to tell him that but every morning I'd be estimating the time within minutes from just using the sun. I reach out to morning's light with my fingers. My pinky points at horizon. The sun has risen to my thumb so it's around seven in the morning, I reckon. Pa had taught me that each finger counts as fifteen minutes of rising. He'd be pulling out his fine watch to see how close my figuring was. My smile fades. I'm wondering where his silver watch now lies. Probably somewhere cold and dark at the river's bottom with my Pa down there with it. A bitter pain fills my nose as tears come. I'm really missing him. At least I know where my mother is. I'm glad that Mr. Telson had found her and performed a burial as best he could. One day, I must return to place a carved stone over her. A smiling youth springs up before me. It's the young Necklace-boy; my outstretching hand to the sun must have called him. His small hands loosen my hold on the blanket so that he can sit in my lap. He faces me and wraps my butt with his skinny legs. Our bellies touch. The youth grips my waist and begins rubbing his excited pole against me just like that first boy. I shake my head at his desire and push on his small body to get him to stop it. Great disappointment fills his brown face. I relax my hold on his small shoulders to rub over them. He's a cute boy. I just don't need to be beating off right now. He can't cum so why is he aching to do it? I reckon that he thinks it a fine game. I wouldn't mind playing along except that it doesn't feel right to be embracing him like a lover. He's too young! The little boy starts pulling on his erection. It's still wet with the cum his friend had given it. I watch the red tip pop out. It withdraws into its thick skin when the youth pulls over his fleshy stick. His butt wiggles over my thigh. A high-pitched cry comes from him. I watch his eyes narrow from the brief thrills given him from only a few moments of handling it. Nothing came out though. It surprises me that a young boy can feel intense in his pole without being able to shoot from it. The moment also comes about faster, it seems. He's continuing to pull on himself and holds breaths. Loud gasps often come from him. I peer down at his skinny pole and notice its angry color. Is he so taken with masturbation that he must seek longer and greater thrills? That's a hollow goal. I can see how an older boy needs to pull himself off when his loins ache him to spill his lust. That's a need for an unmarried man as well. If he has a lover, he uses the pleasure of sex to express his heart. This boy has neither the need to release sperm nor a lover to give it to. Why does he feel such a desperation for the act? I grip Necklace-boy's shoulders to lift him out of my lap. He gives me a worried expression and hugs me hard when I stand up. Pangs of hurt stab into my heart. I'm feeling pity and guilt for some reason. I bring him up into my arms and hold him. The little boy gives me a sad face. I hold the youth to me like a younger brother whom I want to comfort during his sadness. One of the boys begins to laugh. This gets all the youths to mock my small friend with giggles and finger pointing. I turn to them in great anger. "Don't laugh at him!" I command. All the boys end their humiliation to stare at me instead. I'm the oldest and know they will listen! Their wide eyes wait for my next action. I put Necklace-boy down on the ground. He puts on a brave face for me. I nod my approval while thinking hard on something to distract these boys with. I want them to get onto other things to play. Better things. An idea comes to me. I hope the boys are eager to try it. After looking about for a level part of the ground, I reach out my left hand and fall on it. The boys gasp when I complete a cart-wheel. After performing a few more, the Indian boys run to me with bright eyes. I point to the oldest youth and gesture for him to try it. He reaches his arm out but pauses from going further. His eyes beg for me to show him once more. I spring to my left and fall on my hand over the grass. My naked body turns in a perfect cart-wheel. The boy tries it himself. He gets the dropping part right but fails to turn enough. He falls flat on his back. Giggles and laughs answer his attempt. I point to all the remaining boys with my challenge. It becomes deadly silent on the plains. The older boy rises to try again. This time, he gets his hands planted on the ground and he carries enough speed to turn once around. He stands on a wobbly leg yet smiles for his accomplishment. All the boys try it for themselves. I watch the Indian youths leap over the grasses with my new game. They're having lots of fun. Sun darkened bodies sway, jump, and spin before my hungry eyes. I'm filled with excitement from seeing their nakedness parading before me. I'm naked too don't feel a thing wrong with it. We're all boys just having some fun. My game ends when a mounted warrior approaches. All the boys run to him with glad shouts. I quickly search for my blanket to cover myself with but our cart-wheeling has taken us far from where it lies. The man's low voice forces me to turn to him. "How ne tucka?" asks the warrior. I shake my head at his meaningless words. He seems to be an old man yet up to the hunt and doing what warriors do when on horseback. I look over his slim form. Along with a full breechclout, the man wears fancy elk leggings. His feet are moccasined. Across his dark back is a quiver and bow. He wears four proud eagle feathers in his hair. I peer at his unpainted face and recognize him! He's the Blackfoot Chief who had visited the fort on that wonderful day. "Pah-kaps-owopspec sah komape?" he asks. Though I don't take his full meaning, I nod my head when hearing the name of my brave. His eyes narrow to study me; my face in particular. I recall the green paint my brave had drawn on me there. I wonder what meaning it brings to this warrior? To myself, it marks me as Owopspec's lover. I beam with pride at this thought. The Blackfoot Chief drops from his horse. He approaches me with a plain face and grips my shoulders with strong hands. I try to appear brave. When he suddenly smiles, I too break out of my fierceness. The warrior embraces me hard like a long lost son. "Krist-o-fer, cristoa jeh ah-eene Pah-kaps-owopspec," he whispers in awe. "Jeh can-te!" (The Indian chief holds the boy close to his breast. This white youth was the reason for his youngest son's second visit to the blue-coat's cage of ringed dead trees. Six buffalo skins was quite a big price to pay.) The old man parts from me with a knowing grin. I endure his long glance over my nakedness, especially to my dick. A small fear takes me. Does the chief approve of Owopspec's love for me? The warrior turns to fetch something from his horse. The other boys come to my side and watch to see what he'll do next. I feel comforted by having the boys close. My nudity doesn't seem as blatant with theirs. A cloth of soft hide is in the chief's hands when he turns to us. He offers it to me along with a length of thong. An excitement fills me. I'm finally being given the garment of an Indian boy! I wrap the belt around my waist and place the deerskin flap in front. It's not long enough to go under me and behind. I look down at myself. My dick is now covered but what about my rear end? The warrior chuckles at my plea for another cloth. He speaks a few words while shaking his head back and forth. I suppose he either doesn't have another flap to give me or I'm not supposed to have my butt covered. Owopspec wears only a small thong down his butt crack. I thank the chief with a fond hold of his shoulder. He smiles at me and nods his approval. I'm filled with such good feelings from him. He accepts me and cares that I should look like one of his own People. An Indian boy loved by his own. Necklace-boy sprints up to the old man. He speaks a few words which causes all the other youths to start giggling. I wonder what has been said. The Blackfoot Chief only glances at me with shining eyes. I hope that he wasn't told of my naked embrace with the breech-clad boy. The warrior-chief mounts up. Sitting proud on his fiery stallion, his swift kick sends the horse trotting away. I wave him farewell and smile when he answers me likewise. The Indian boys reach out to touch my new deerskin garment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of file: BBBPART2.TXT The story continues in: BBBPART3.TXT Folder: BARE-BUTT-BRAVE When completed, it will be posted.